The grass was not harvested, and it was time to meet with Burris, the ranchers.

Zhang Chi didn't have time to prepare, so he asked Cannon what he should pay attention to, so he brought a fried rice that he fried himself to the appointment.

From Cannon's mouth, this kind of gathering is just the ranchers chatting together, eating something, etc., anyway, it is the exchange of feelings.

Each participating rancher will bring some food and drink, a bit like our domestic inquirer (pooling money to eat together).

Zhang Chi didn't have anything to bring, so he just fried a three-fresh fried rice, Lao Mei likes this, if you get a braised pig's trotters or something, they may not dare to eat it, and the big dish is also annoying, a three-fresh fried rice, as long as it is not too unpalatable, these Americans are quasi-VERY GOOD!

The three fresh fried rice is now fried, and after it is fried, it is packed in a disposable lunch box, and Zhang Chi set off.

This kind of party is not formal, and it is not a dinner party or anything like that, so there is no need to dress up or anything, just wear what you usually wear now.

Arrived at Burris's house.

Burris asked Zhang Chi to open the door and come in.

Opening the ranch door, Zhang Chi drove the car to the door of Burris's house, and found that someone had already come, and there were several cars parked at the door, in addition to pickup trucks, there were also two SUVs.

This thing is rare here, generally speaking, ranchers drive pickup trucks everywhere, generally speaking, most of these SUVs are driven by 'city people', that is, people who do not live on farms and ranches.

The people who came did not play in the house, but stayed outside on the terrace, where Buris was now standing in front of the oven roasting meat, and a few others were on the grass next to them, shooting at the target with bows and arrows.

All in all, the gang is quite lively.

I got out of the car with fried rice.

"George!"

Zhang Chi heard Burris greet him, so he smiled at him, walked up to the terrace and put the fried rice in his hand on the long table.

Several ranchers Zhang Chi know each other, but they haven't had any dealings, one is that Zhang Chi always shrinks in his own ranch here, and rarely comes out, and the other is that everyone hasn't seen Zhang Chi much before.

But today, several ranchers greeted Zhang Chi with a smile, as if they were old friends, and they didn't feel embarrassed at all.

Zhang Chi is not embarrassed, he has delivered takeaway for more than ten years, and it is embarrassing to encounter this kind of thing, the takeaway for more than ten years is not given away in vain, it is a bit too much to say that he is self-cooked, but Zhang Chi's face can never be seen, he is not familiar with these people.

After everyone finished greeting, Burris introduced two new faces to Zhang Chi.

"George! Come and introduce you, this is Jonathan, the councillor, and this is Leonard is a lawyer......".

Zhang Chi shook hands with the two of them in turn, but he was a little strange in his heart, the city councilor is easy to understand, this kind of low-level politics is normal here, like this kind of party, there must be no big fish coming, it is not strange for this kind of city councilor to appear.

It's different here, ranchers are not afraid of officials, more often than not, officials need these ranchers with spare money in their pockets to help their careers, so what kind of gathering, there will be these people who play politics, and the difference is in the size of the line.

Of course, to be able to participate in such a small gathering organized by Burris's family, the official must not be big.

But what's the matter with Leonard, the lawyer? It can't be a lawsuit.

Just when Zhang Chi was pondering this, Burris smiled at Zhang Chi and said, "You are here for the first time, and we have prepared a small gift for you."

"Oh?" Zhang Chi was even more strange.

After saying that, Burris put down the meat tong in his hand and turned back into the house.

When I came back, I had an extra brown cowboy hat in my hand, an old-fashioned cowboy hat, and the brim of the hat was slightly rolled up on both sides.

"Try it, if it fits" Burris put the cowboy hat in his hand into Zhang Chi's hand and walked back to the oven.

Zhang Chi took the cowboy hat, took off the baseball cap on his head, put the new hat on his head, straightened it left and right, and asked Burris, "How is it?" ”

"It's a good fit!"

Beni, the old rancher next to him, came to say.

"It's quite appropriate."

Zhang Chi's neighbor Serol also said with a smile.

"Well, that's good, thank you."

Zhang Chi smiled at everyone.

Giving a cowboy hat, the meaning of which Zhang Chi understands that this is not just a hat, but represents that these ranchers have recognized themselves and proved that they are a rancher in their hearts, or a cowboy.

Although Zhang Chi's cowboy is a little too watery, and even the lasso is not good.

This kind of thing is put aside first, and Zhang Chi's strong calf in the pasture is a manifestation of Zhang Chi's ability.

With a new hat, Zhang Chi threw the old baseball cap into the car, at least Zhang Chi will wear this hat at today's party, the reason is needless to say, you can't just send a hat to recognize you, you just throw away the hat, what are you doing with such a stupid mix.

"George, come here, how is your archery skills, do you want to have one?"

A man said to Zhang Chi.

"It's not very good, but it's kind of a target."

Zhang Chi glanced at the distance between these people and the target, and felt that there was nothing wrong with him shooting at the target.

Zhang Chi has also played archery, no matter how he has lived in Folsen for more than ten years, guns and bullets are needed, but bows and arrows can be recycled, so Zhang Chi's archery skills are far better than his marksmanship.

These people are not playing with bows and arrows, they have a little bit of color, but there are not many, everyone is just playing and not gambling, so when Zhang Chi saw a few ten-dollar cards on the small table, he took out a ten-dollar one from his pocket and put it on the table.

"With my bow".

Seliol handed his bow into Zhang Chi's hand.

Zhang Chi took the bow, thanked him, and then drew an arrow on the bow, aimed at the target, calmed his breathing, held his breath and felt that it was almost over, so he let go of his hand.

Baste!

The arrow pierced the target, and the results were not too good, but they were not too bad, Eight Rings!

"You're almost losing five dollars with this arrow."

Seliol, who was next to him, looked at the target and said with a smile.

"It's already good," Zhang Chi smiled disapprovingly.

When it comes to playing with these things, Zhang Chi is definitely not as good as most Americans here.

The main thing is that he doesn't have time to practice, he used to deliver food every day, how can he have time to do this, and these people are different, there is nothing fun in the ranch, these cowboys have to drive for an hour or two if they want to go to the big health care, they only have three or four days off a month, most of the usual entertainment is to play with guns, or shoot arrows and throw darts or something, kung fu is naturally not comparable to Zhang Chifan's delivery man.

And these people are at least one round older than Zhang Chi, if they can't practice a little archery after living for so long, isn't it a waste of dim sum.

Returning the bow to Serol's hand, Zhang Chi stood aside and watched the others shoot arrows.

Sure enough, these old guys are very good at this, and one by one they are either nine rings or hearts.

After two or three rounds, Zhang Chi's ten dollars were thrown into other arms.

But everyone is just a game, and ten dollars can't get rich anyone, and no one can be poorer.

A group of ranchers are chatting, and they must be talking about things on the ranch.

"George, are you going to sell the cattle in the fall?"

A ranch advocate asked Zhang Chi.

Zhang Chi didn't hide it, he definitely wanted to sell the cattle this autumn, how could he repay the money from the bank if he didn't sell the cattle.

"Look at the market, if the market is good, sell a little more, if the market is not good, then sell about 100 heads, and collect the funds," Zhang Chi said.

Everyone generally chooses to sell cattle before winter comes, because this will reduce the pressure on their pastures, and the grass is more than 200 US dollars a ton, and if you raise it for another winter, the cost of investment is not small.

This is generally a grass-fed pasture, not a special fattening pasture, and the snow or something will not affect them much, anyway, they usually raise cattle like this, use a fence to encircle the cattle, and feed the cattle with grains to let the cattle move less and grow more meat.

A ranch like Zhang Chi is not good, and the cost will immediately increase a lot after winter.

Normally, the grazing pasture raises cattle over 800 pounds, and the weight of the cattle increases very slowly, for example, the original 10 kilograms of pasture grass grows a pound of meat, but the adult cattle above 800 pounds, 10 kilograms of pasture grass can not even feed half a pound of meat.

In this economic calculation, the input is not proportional to the output, so the grazing ranch is unlikely to raise the cattle until they reach adulthood and continue to feed them.

"This year's market is not very optimistic."

An old rancher made his point.

"Yes, I think that's the case, it's a bit hard to understand that the grass is going up now, but the price of beef is falling all the time."

Another rancher sighed and agreed.

The fact that the grass is rising and the beef is falling sounds strange, but it is not strange at all.

Beef cattle purchases in the U.S. are usually in the hands of the big four, with the big four companies such as S. and tyson accounting for 80% of the total U.S. market slaughter. It can be said that they have joined forces to monopolize the US beef market.

Let's put it this way, these four companies make money from two ends, driving down the purchase price of beef cattle and raising the selling price in the market.

As a result, the price of cattle sold by ranchers has been falling, but the price of beef in the market has been rising, and many ranchers are not making money selling cattle, and the citizens there are almost unable to afford to eat beef.

For Zhang Chi, he is naturally not afraid, no matter what, he has earned this year, because his cattle are bought cheaply, which is almost equivalent to giving them away for nothing, if he doesn't make money, the ranchers in front of him will have to lose their pants.

Everyone knows the reason, but there is no strength to fight against the big four companies, and if you don't sell to fattening pastures, what should you do? Raise yourself to slaughter? It's a light loss for you. The fattening company is not a good person, the beef cattle are sold low, how can his purchase price be high, so one ring after another, and finally the pressure is on both ends.

Cattle sellers and meat eaters became the most unlucky.