Zhang Chi rode on the back of Chiyan Mountain, holding the reins in his hand, not only Chiyan Mountain's, but also another, which was the side reins of his sister's horse.

This *** gallop is running with his sister on horseback in small steps, the speed is not fast, and naturally there is no danger.

"Well, it's done well, it's more natural, but you can relax a little more, let you sit up straight, don't let you turn yourself into a mummy, relax, your expression is more natural, you don't have to be so bitter and hat......eful."

While urging the horse to trot, he said to his sister so that she could better adjust the shape on her horseback.

After a few days of practice, Zhang Juan was able to ride the horse by herself, although she was not too proficient in controlling the horse's movements, but she could already communicate with the horse simply.

At least the horse can figure out her orders, unlike at the beginning, when people were nervous and confused, and didn't know what the person on his back wanted to do.

Zhang Juan is just a beginner, her body must be stiff, this Zhang Chi doesn't know how to make her do better, this kind of thing except for practicing over and over again, there is no other way, let alone any shortcut, others say a thousand times and ten thousand times, it is not as rewarding as practicing it yourself.

Zhang Juan's mood was very complicated at this time, half excited, half scared, and a little excited, she could ride a horse and trot.

But soon Zhang Juan was a little excited, because the horse trotted more friction between the saddle and her legs, and the roots of her legs began to hurt a little.

Zhang Chi, who was talking to his sister, noticed the expression on his sister's face, and opened his mouth to say, "Rest for a while, if you want to practice again, your legs should be worn out." But it's inevitable that you want to ride a good horse, and you can't do it without wearing it."

A good rider, you say that you haven't worn out your legs once or twice, that must be nonsense, grinding until the end of the calluses, you can say that you can ride a horse, not even the legs have been worn out once, your riding skills can't be good.

"It's okay, you said that it will definitely be worn out, and it will be worn down soon," Zhang Juan gritted her teeth and said.

Zhang Chi listened and said: "There's no need to toss so much, you can practice here, just trot, anyway, if you go back, there is no place to practice, and if you don't ride this hand for a long time, you will give birth again."

Although Zhang Chi asked his sister to be strict, he couldn't do it if he tossed his sister for no reason, they were sisters and brothers, and his requirement for his sister's riding skills was that when he left the ranch, he could ride a horse and trot, what to ride a horse and gallop, what to go around the barrel, cowboy and the like, don't do it.

Safety first, life first.

But Zhang Juan doesn't think so, there is still a bit of an axis in her temperament, not to mention that the sport of horseback riding is now popular in China, and one horse farm after another either claims this or claims that, and there is actually no bad money in the pockets of a bunch of white-collar workers, but the white-collar workers who want to load coins have sharpened their heads one by one to learn to ride horses, and it seems that they can sublimate their temperament and pockets like this, and have such a lost connection with the so-called European aristocrats.

"It's okay, keep practicing, I'm going to take medicine at night anyway." And didn't you say that my brother and sister opened a horse farm with others in the city, and I will practice when I have time, don't be afraid, your sister and I will pay for it!" Zhang Juan gritted her teeth.

Zhang Chi saw that his sister was so resolute, so he continued to trot with the horse, and continued to correct his sister's riding posture while running.

As for going to the racecourse to ask for money, Zhang Chi didn't think about it at all, how could a person like Zheng Bohong accept Zhang Chi's sister's money.

After riding for a while, the sister and brother saw the small pickup truck running towards them, and the speed was not fast, that is, the speed of twenty or thirty kilometers, which was not much different from the trotting of a horse.

"Grandma!"

When the horse and the car passed by, Zhang Chi gave a thumbs up to the grandmother sitting in the car, Miao Guifang looked down here, and stepped on the brake.

"Xiao Chi, driving is not as difficult as you think!" Miao Guifang happily yelled at her grandson.

Zhang Chi replied with a smile: "It's not difficult in the first place."

"When we were younger, driving was a technical job.

The car drives well, that's a skill," Miao Guifang said as she happily touched the steering wheel.

In her imagination, driving is a skill, a professional skill, and she can rely on this ability to eat, and the food is still good.

"Now that cars are popular, there are naturally more people who can drive," Zhang Chi said with a smile.

Zhang Juan sat on horseback and said to her grandmother: "Grandma, you have a talent for driving, when I was learning to drive, I couldn't walk in a straight line for a few days, and you were much better at walking in a straight line than I was at that time. Is Xiaomei, the coach, teaching well?"

Zhang Juan also slapped her grandmother's sycophants at this time, of course, she also casually praised Merica and said that her younger brother and sister taught her well.

Miao Guifang said happily: "I am also walking in a straight line now, from that side all the way to here, and I have been practicing straight lines all the way."

Belch!

The smiles on the faces of Zhang Chi and Zhang Juan immediately condensed on their faces.

Zhang Chi looked up at the place where his grandmother practiced driving, and then looked at the position where his grandmother was driving now, and felt that even Beckham's Beckham arc did not have such a bend.

It's, it's so arcing!

From the starting point here, it is a bit ridiculous to say that it is a semicircle, and it is not a problem at all to say that it is a half ellipse.

"So you're running a straight line?" Zhang Juan said a little embarrassed.

She thought that her grandmother was practicing free driving in a car, but who would have thought that although the old lady was now practicing walking in a straight line, this straight line would allow the old lady to walk, and she would be able to turn back to her hometown in a while.

The old lady didn't notice the expression of her grandchildren, originally she had the ability to drive in her mind, this was engraved in her memory when she was young, people are a little stubborn when they are old, and their concepts have not changed back.

The old lady is actually right, now people learn to drive is to drive, in the past to learn to drive is not only to learn to drive, but also to learn to repair the car, every driver wants to get a driver's license, you not only have to be able to drive, but also have the ability of the car repair master on the market now.

It's not like now, even if you get your driver's license, not many people will change tires, let alone simply repair the engine.

The old lady was happy, she felt that when she stepped on the accelerator, a feeling of youth immediately became a little up.

"I won't tell you, I'm going to practice."

As she spoke, the old lady looked down at the accelerator under her feet again, and stepped on it carefully, trembling and peacefully, and it took about a minute before the car moved.

Watching the car leave, Zhang Juan said: "It is not unreasonable to formulate a driver's license test for children under 70."

As far as the old lady is concerned, she has to have a police car clear the scene before and after she gets on the road.

"Let's move on!" Zhang Chi said to his sister.

While the siblings were practicing, Merica also began her own teaching.

Merica is not like Zhang Chi sister and brother, she is very concerned about teaching her grandmother to drive, and I don't know if Merica is serious about doing things, or she thinks that teaching the old lady to drive is a challenge, in short, Merica teaches very seriously.

The old lady is old, and she is definitely not as good as the young man, so what the young can learn once, the old lady has to teach three or five times or more.

"Xiaomei, I'm tired, I'm a little slow to learn things when I'm older" Miao Guifang also knew her own business, and after studying for a while, she looked at her granddaughter-in-law with a little apology.

"It's okay, grandma, you're learning very well, it's fast, I'm serious, I've taught people in their fifties to drive before, and he's not as good as you are now," Merika praised Miao Guifang.

Miao Guifang was very happy, as soon as she heard that people in their fifties were not as good as themselves in learning to drive, a smile immediately appeared on her face, no one doesn't like others to praise herself, and Miao Guifang is naturally not exempt from vulgarity.

As for Zhang Chi, others can praise him, but if he gives him unsatisfactory opinions, Zhang Chi can pull his face as long as an old donkey.

"Don't comfort me, how can I compare to more than fifty" Miao Guifang didn't look modest when she smiled.

"Really!" Merica nodded.

It really doesn't matter if it's really or not, Miao Guifang only thinks now

Xiaomei, this kid is really good, her grandson's eyes on women are really first-class.

The old lady lives in the village, what kind of daughter-in-law is looking for in front of the house and behind the house, where can she escape her eyes, anyway, now she thinks that none of other people's daughters-in-law are on top of their own granddaughters-in-law.

In the past, the old lady looked at other people's daughters-in-law's greedy eyes, thinking about when her grandson would be able to have one, even if it was ugly, even if it was not clear to speak, people in their twenties did not move at all, but the old lady was in a hurry.

When I met others, I felt a little shorter, but now it is different, the old lady sees that everyone is full of chest and abdomen, and she can't hear the strange words of others in her ears.

All in all, very harmonious!

"You keep driving," Merica said, "you can go as fast as you can, don't be afraid, there's nothing else here, and it's not easy for you to hit the cow."

"Okay!"

The old lady responded, but she still didn't dare to exert her strength on her feet, so the speed of the car was not much faster, and she was still running on the pasture for twenty or thirty kilometers.

At this time, Xiao Xiao and his friends were standing under a low tree, and the tree bore a lot of fruits, red, like a small lantern hanging on the tree, although it was not big, but the color was too attractive.

A group of children were looking at the little dwarf tree, and one of the children kept talking, Xiao Xiao didn't understand a little, but Yang Zheng used a voice recorder to say a paragraph to the talking child, and he translated it for Xiao Xiao.

The little partner said that Xiao Xiao didn't know what this thing was, because the little partner said slang, just like a mold peach, most places called cherries, and now the importer gave a cherry, but there are also other things in the folk, like what is a peach, cow beads and the like.

The translation of these names must not be fully translated, so Xiao Xiao doesn't know what the name of this fruit is.

The child doesn't care, and now Xiao Xiao is swallowing saliva, and there are two words in his head: can eat!

A group of children pondered picking wild fruits, to be honest, there are few children in the countryside in China who have this kind of childlike fun, but here in the United States, Xiao Xiao's child enjoyed the happiness of his parents when he was a child.

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