Zhang Chi slaughtered sheep here, and another car came over there, so Lao Xu and his gang began to unload the car again.

It's definitely not to get started, but to drive a forklift to unload, and a few people are busy quickly unloading the things on the car, and after sorting it out here, the next car will follow.

The two small houses, there are really a lot of things, and several trucks have been transported in bits and pieces.

The work of slaughtering sheep and cattle was not even a drizzle for Zhang Chi, and after about ten minutes, a sheepskin and a stripped sheep were presented in front of everyone.

Yang Jing saw Zhang Chi's speed, and was shocked: "Killing sheep so fast, it's the first time I've seen it, this technique is amazing."

Saying that, Yang Jing gave Zhang Chi a thumbs up and continued: "Who has seen a sheep killing master before who can't take more than half an hour and forty minutes, have you reached this quarter of an hour?" ”

Zhang Chi knew that Yang Jing was praising himself, so he said with a smile: "This thing will have this speed if you kill it too much, it's nothing, several of them have about this time."

As he spoke, Zhang Chi stretched out his hand and clicked on the farmers and ranchers in Amber Town, who were busy working next to him.

Zhang Chi is praising these people, to be honest, in terms of the speed of killing sheep, Amber Town is not the first now, at least in the top three, because whoever has nothing to do is a sheep and kills a cow, that is, Zhang Chi, relying on the support of a gourd can be made.

Generally, Amber farmers and ranchers are reluctant to kill their own cattle and sheep, unless there is no way, who is willing to kill a cow and slaughter a sheep, so that the family will be bankrupt in a few years.

That is, Zhang Chi, there is a gourd, and the cow in the gourd is still robbed by Lao Liu, so he can be willing to eat like this, otherwise except for a rich man like Lao Liu, who would dare to have such a way to eat.

"Lao Xu, what should I do next?" Zhang Chi asked Lao Xu.

Lao Xu said: "I'll come later, let's roast lamb shank and lamb skewers tonight."

When Zhang Chi heard Lao Xu say this, he stopped touching the mutton.

Yang Jing seemed to be quite interested in Zhang Chi, and asked a lot of questions next to Zhang Chi, most of which were about ranch management, such as the cost of raising cattle, how much profit a cow would make in a year, and so on.

Zhang Chi's answer made him a little disappointed.

"So low?!" Yang Jing was a little unconvinced.

He can't believe it, how can he raise a cow according to what Zhang Chi said, it doesn't seem to be anything to make.

So Yang Jing felt that Zhang Chi in front of him seemed to be lying to herself.

Zhang Chi saw through his mind and said with a smile: "Don't believe it, this side is different from China, and now it is becoming more and more difficult to operate small ranches, because the overall price of cattle is falling, and the big ranches are now all enterprise breeding, and they have profits."

But how can a small ranch compare with others, not to mention anything else, a normal ranch with two or three thousand heads will have three cowboys.

In large enterprise pastures, a single worker can manage thousands of cattle, and the production efficiency of large-scale intensification is not comparable to the mode of production in an agricultural society."

Because they are compatriots, what Zhang Chi said is the truth, as for whether to listen or not, it is not Zhang Chi's business, if Yang Jing wants to buy a small pasture of dozens of acres to raise cattle, then he can lose his pants.

The United States does not stop land annexation, so it is normal for big fish to eat small fish, as for Zhang Chi can live so demonic. Everyone knows that it was because of the special case, there was no gourd, even if he bought the original ranch, it would not take two years for him to tearfully hand over the ranch to the bank.

"The cattle here are too cheap, how can you say that it costs 10,000 or 20,000 yuan in China, but here it is more than 1,000?" Yang Jing couldn't believe that an adult cow here could be sold for more than 1,000 US dollars, which was almost 50% less than the price in China.

Zhang Chi said: "It's different, the design of our country is rice and other staple foods plus pork, so it is naturally cheaper for you to eat rice and pork, but the design of the country here in the United States is meat, especially beef, so cattle are naturally cheap."

It can't be said that beef in the United States is cheaper than in China, and the United States is good. Then you should go and see what the price of a meat bun you want to eat in New York is and what is the price in China.

The food habits of the two countries are different, and the division of labor in the social mode of production is naturally different, and the expensive and the cheap are relative."

can be regarded as letting Zhang Chixian put on a show for a while, this kind of argument was learned from Brother Xiaowu, Merika and others.

Yang Jing was obviously frightened by Zhang Chi, and after listening to it, she suddenly felt a sigh: I knew Zhang Chi in the morning, and it was worth dying tonight.

Of course, if Yang Jing is really killed, Yang Jing is estimated to be scolding her mother for using a knife.

"How about buying a farm over here?" Yang Jing asked again.

Zhang Chi was immediately happy, and said to Yang Jing: "Do you know how long it is winter here in a year?" Almost half a year, half a year of winter, you buy land and start a farm in this situation? ”

"The temperature in our Northeast is not high," Yang Jing said.

These words stunned Zhang Chi on the spot, and said in his heart: Yes, the place in the northeast is not hot, and it is also the big granary of the country, why can't it be here.

"This ...... It's really hard for me to answer you," Zhang Chi had nothing to say.

Yang Jing smiled: "It's okay, I'll just ask."

"Well, that's all I know anyway, if you want to know more deeply, then you might as well ask the foreigner next to you, these people are all engaged in farms, you ask about their income," Zhang Chi said.

Yang Jing said: "I want to ask, but I don't speak English."

Zhang Chi thought about it for a while and felt that he didn't have anything to do now, so he was just a good person to the end, to be a translator or something, so he took Yang Jing to the group of people who were the owner of Amber Farm.

Who knows the first sentence, Yang Jing's question confused Zhang Chi.

Yang Jing asked, "Can you help me ask what is the annual income of his more than 70 acres of pasture?"

"Uh-huh......!" Zhang Chi almost rolled his eyes.

"I don't ask so much here, it's very rude to ask about someone's income, and they won't tell you, you have to change the way and ask him how much profit he can make from an acre of ranch, and ask about people's income, others are very disgusted, this is a very personal question," Zhang Chi said.

"Okay, you can help me ask," Yang Jing said.

That's it, Zhang Chi is doing translation and giving Yang Jing a daily life lesson.

After asking for more than half an hour, Yang Jing and Zhang Chi left these people.

"It's not too profitable," Yang Jing said.

Zhang Chi couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard this, domestic businessmen came to the United States, and they almost said something like this, and they always felt that the business of Americans didn't make much money.

They also don't want to think about it, if they make money like they do at home, and the Americans don't rush to do it, can it be your turn as a foreigner?

One by one, the capitalists are spoiled in the country, the workers don't work well and want to clean up how they want, they can't work overtime for 10 hours a day, they don't work for 12 hours, they don't want to do it, you get out of it quickly, wages? It depends on Lao Tzu's mood if he doesn't send it.

On the American side, if you want to play like this, the union can clean you up as a third grandson, not to mention what Musk fired this and that, you let him not lose enough money to see, you see if the union's lawyers will clean him up.

Not to mention the American unions, the unions in Vietnam are enough for you to drink a pot.

Zhang Chi doesn't want to deal with this guy anymore, he wants both the self-oil of the United States and the sense of superiority and control of the workers, why don't you go to God.

At this time, Lao Xu walked over: "Zhang Chi, come and have a word with you."

Zhang Chi smiled at Yang Jing and walked towards Lao Xu.

"Did you have something in your wine?" Lao Xu pulled Zhang Chi to the side and asked.

Zhang Chi was a little stunned, and didn't react for a while: "What mixed things, what, oh, you said I brought the wine?" ”

Seeing that Lao Xu nodded, Zhang Chi said: "No, what was it like when you sealed it at that time, then I poured it out."

Zhang Chimao didn't mix it in, he didn't pay much attention to these in the first place, if it weren't for Lao Xu to follow haha, he wouldn't have been interested in fiddling with these, it was nothing more than fun, and he didn't sincerely toss these.

Lao Xu scratched his head a little when he heard this: "This, it's a bit wrong, you keep this wine in your room?" ”

"Can I tell you this, I can only tell you that it was not hidden in the room, but in a corner of the ranch," Zhang Chi said nonsense.

Lao Xu said: "Take me to see."

"Then you tell me how to make this wine, and I'll take you to see it," Zhang Chi said.

Knowing that Lao Xu wouldn't say it, Zhang Chi asked this question, because where did he go to find such a place for Lao Xu? Just go straight to the rescue.

Sure enough, hearing Zhang Chi say this, Lao Xu was a little embarrassed: "I'll talk about it later, but this wine is very good."

"It's good, you can drink more tonight," Zhang Chi said.

There's nothing wrong with this, you think it's okay to drink more tonight, Zhang Chi won't drink it anyway, he always feels informal and unsafe with this thing, waiting for these people to drink, if it's okay, Zhang Chi may come to some, otherwise he doesn't want to touch it.

Since he had a gourd, Zhang Chi felt that his life was worth it. He wouldn't touch anything from an unsafe background.

Lao Xu didn't think about it so much.

"It's your loss if you don't drink it, this is the best wine, and there will be times when you cry in the future," Lao Xu said.

Zhang Chi was a little confused: "Have you forgotten that this wine is mine?" ”

"Ugh! Anyway, it's your loss if you don't drink," Lao Xu paused and said.

Zhang Chi didn't feel that if he didn't drink some of this wine, it would be a loss of his life, wasn't that.

"You guys drink it, I still have it at home," Zhang Chi said indifferently.

Lao Xu is very happy here.

Then everyone cleaned up, and Lao Xu began to take care of the things to be eaten at night, which is nothing to mention, roast beef and mutton, which is a common thing on the table here, and everyone is very easy to do.

There was meat and wine, a few glasses of wine under the stomach, even people who were not familiar with it were cooked, and finally developed into people who did not understand Chinese, hugged those who did not understand English, everyone sang and danced together, and the friendship between the Chinese and American people suddenly rose.

Zhang Chi was also very happy, mixing a belly of meat and three taels of Moutai wine, and joined the crowd of singing and dancing in the middle of the lake.