The weather was very cold, and it didn't take long for the hot cow dung to fall to the ground and it became hard, anyway, Zhang Chi didn't reach out to try how hard the cow dung froze.

It's disgusting, if you try it, Zhang Chi estimates that you will have to wear a glove when you eat at noon.

Whether it's hard or not, it doesn't seem to have much of an impact on the two beetles, and the two things have been going back and forth three times now.

I saw two small things cut the cow dung into a ball, and then in a handstand, that is, head down, buttocks up, with a few calves to kick the dung ball, the speed is not slow, a few calves upside down a few times to push out ten centimeters away.

Cannon smiled.

Zhang Chi looked serious.

The two men just squatted next to the cow dung, looking at the that was slowly moving away.

After a while, a few more cranes came over.

Originally, I thought that the two teams of klang could accelerate the conversion of cow dung to dung balls, but who knew that these two groups of klang actually didn't go to the dung balls, but instead started a group fight.

"It's the first time I've seen a fight over eating for the first time in my life."

Zhang Chi looked at the two piles of that were pushed into a ball and said.

Cannon laughed: "Nature is like this, we think stinks, but these little things must smell good."

"I've heard that after the smell of is many times thinner, it's the aroma, do you think it's our nose that deceives us?" Zhang Chi said.

"Try it?" Cannon teased.

"Come, tell me when you're done?" Zhang Chi said.

"Forget it, don't try," Cannon laughed.

Cannon reached out and picked up a small twig next to him, separated the two beetles that were pushing against each other, and threw one of them to the east of the cow dung and the other to the west of the cow dung.

Now the two beetles stopped fighting, and began to push the dung in a ball.

In this way, the two groups of beetles were all separated, and there was no dispute on both sides, so everyone carried their own delicious food across the cow mountain.

At this time, Zhang Chi can actually experience the happiness of Shik Lang - looking at it, it is as delicious as a hill!

I guess this feeling is like he himself watching the pasture full of cattle and sheep.

Bah! Bah!

Zhang Chi drove this thought out of his head, because it was too disgusting, and there might be a shadow when he ate beef in the future.

"Don't look at it!"

Zhang Chi stood up.

Cannon also stood up: "Boss, you go back, when these cows are finished, I will cover this piece of snow again."

Zhang Chi looked at the exposed turf in front of him and said, "This is not a small amount of work, I'll do it with you."

Cannon looked at it and nodded, although the ground pushed out by hundreds of cows was essentially a snow ditch, but if one person chased after the back, he would not have to do any work at the end of the day, and the two of them seemed to have a bit of a hard time in this work.

Thinking of this, Cannon looked at Zhang Chi, he felt that his boss might not be able to come here to work, the boss is generally delicate.

"If it's appropriate, let's hire a makeshift cowboy," Cannon said.

"I'll see it in two days, if it really doesn't work, let's hire a temporary worker" Zhang Chi didn't think about whether he could do this job, but thought about whether it was cost-effective to hire a temporary worker.

Although Zhang Chi has a little money in his pocket now, he can't spend it like this, right?

Cannon nodded.

The two rode back to the house, warmed themselves up with some hot coffee, and then came to the side of the herd, where they began to turn with brooms in hand.

An hour passed, Zhang Chi felt that his back hurt, and it was a little difficult to stand up straight, so he pulled the broom and looked at Cannon, who was still working.

"Alas, this person only has blessings that cannot be enjoyed, and there is no suffering that cannot be endured."

It's only been a year of hard work, and I'm actually starting to feel tired of work, I used to deliver takeaways from the eyes open, and I worked until eight or nine o'clock in the evening, and I didn't feel hard at all, but now it's only an hour's turn to broom, and I feel that I can't straighten my waist.

"BOSS, why don't you go back and rest, I'll do it first" Cannon looked at Zhang Chi and said.

Zhang Chi waved his hand: "I can still do it."

shouted a few cheers to himself in his heart, and Zhang Chi continued to take turns with the broom and began to work.

The cow arched the snow road in front, and the two of them followed behind to cover the snow, which was a whole day.

In the evening, Zhang Chi returned to the house, not to mention his waist, but he couldn't lift his arms a little.

Cannon was also tired.

Early the next morning, Zhang Chi's two arms seemed to be no longer his own, and he couldn't even hold a teacup.

Kanmin has recovered.

"BOSS, why don't you hire someone, or buy a snowplow?"

Watching the boss take a cup of water, take a sip of it himself, and the table also take a sip, Cannon made another suggestion to Zhang Chi.

Snowplow?!

Zhang Chi was a little puzzled, he naturally knew which one here could lack this thing.

"Yes, I thought about it yesterday, we just need to change the snowplow on the market now, and we can use it" Cannon dipped his finger in the water on the table and drew with Zhang Chi.

Cannon's level of painting is not high, but Zhang Chi still saw that the transformation that Cannon said was very simple, the original part of the snow plow front axle snow sweeping was in a straight line, that is, almost coaxial, but Cannon's plan was to deflect the two axes at an angle and warp them upwards from both sides, so that the snow on both sides would be sent to the middle under the drive of the snowplow.

"Buy a snowplow first, try it" Zhang Chi thought Cannon's idea was good.

Now that you have thought of it, Zhang Chi drove the car to the city after eating, and when he got to the city, he took a look at the machine, and felt that this thing was too expensive, so he called Brother Xiao Ma and asked him if there was one over there, but this time Brother Xiao Ma was not so magical, he didn't have this thing at all, because there was almost no snow on his side, and he didn't need such a machine at all.

But Brother Xiao Ma said that it could be decided, if Zhang Chi wanted it, then he would order it from China, but it would take three or four months to wait.

Where can Zhang Chi wait so long, think about it for a while, let's buy it here.

So Zhang Chi turned around, gritted his teeth, and spent more than a thousand dollars to buy a simple single-cylinder snowplow.

bought the machine, went around the uncle and uncle's house, had a lunch, and Zhang Chi pulled the machine back home.

When the machine came back, Zhang Chi and Cannon began to modify this snowplow, and now this one can no longer be called a snowplow, but only a snow plow.

After the modification, Zhang Chi and Cannon drove this guy into the snow and tried it.

It turned out that the effect was not too good, and there was always a gap between imagination and reality, but it was not a failure, so the two dragged the machine back and continued to adjust.

After two or three days of going back and forth, the machine became more and more beautiful.

Before the snow lifter could be adjusted to perfection, it broke down and the diesel engine on the snow puller pulled the cylinder. Zhang Chi had to take this thing to the sales company to repair it again.

Fortunately, the sales company here did not refuse to guarantee the machine because Zhang Chi modified it, because Zhang Chi did not move the diesel engine. In addition, I also got a one of the same model for Zhang Chi, so that Zhang Chi could use it first.

I threw the snow picker at the sales company.

When he got home, Zhang Chi answered the phone and began to scold his mother.

Cannon listened and said, "It's all like this, in my estimation it's still good, it's normal to wait for two weeks."

"It takes two weeks to fix a machine?" Zhang Chi is angry.

"Two weeks is still a short time, and I guess it will be delayed after two weeks," Cannon said with a bitter face.

Zhang Chi was already scolding in his heart at this moment: Who said that the things produced by the Americans are not bad, and this special thing is like the grass stacker that Brother Xiao Ma sold to himself, and there is no problem at all so far, and this special thing has only been used for a few days before it has a problem.

Zhang Chi is a little wrong to blame the machine company, because this diesel engine is not made in the United States, but from Southeast Asia, but it is hung with an American brand, commonly known as OEM.

If this thing is made in the United States, the price is not just one or two thousand dollars, and most small machines like this are imported on an OEM basis, and the cost of producing this thing in the United States is too high, and no matter how good the quality is, no one will buy it at a price.

There's no way to scold, it doesn't solve the problem, it's just a mouth-to-mouth addiction.

Seeing that the boss was hot, Cannon persuaded a few words, and then said, "BOSS, are you ready to hunt at night?" ”

This topic suddenly diverted Zhang Chi's attention, and he nodded and said, "I'm almost ready."

After speaking, he crossed his fingers and began to calculate: "Cold-proof sleeping bag, goggles, jacket, gun, bullet...... It's all ready, and it's been packed for a long time."

Cannon listened and asked, "What about the food?" ”

"Food?"

Zhang Chi blinked his eyes: "Do you still want to bring food for hunting?" ”

Cannon smiled: "You went to fight coyotes, you didn't really make a mistake, could it be that you are still going to eat coyote meat?" ”

"Isn't it possible?"

Zhang Chi felt strange, in Zhang Chi's opinion, coyotes and dogs are similar, can't you eat meat if you kill a coyote?

Zhang Chi forgot that Americans don't eat dog meat, and they are even less interested in coyotes, although coyotes have skewers of domestic dogs, but in essence, they are still wild wolves, and this thing generally accounts for half of hunting and scavenging, so the meat is not delicious, and the meat is particularly firewood.

Of course, the main reason for this is that Americans don't know how to burn, if it is paired with a Chinese cook, what firewood is not fishy, and a few handfuls of ingredients are only left with fragrance.

"Nobody eats coyote meat, it's not tasty, so you have to bring something to eat, generally they bring some military food."

Cannon told his boss what kind of food he brought to the main activities of the general ranch.

As soon as Zhang Chi heard that he was eating military picnic food, his face suddenly wrinkled.

He's eaten this thing, how to describe it, open it and put it in the bag like a piece of, eat it in your mouth, well, the smell of from pulling your pants, the salt and heavy oil, I can't tell what it feels.

As a Chinese entry-level cook, Zhang Chi would not eat such a thing until the day he starved to death.