When Zhang Chi returned to the simple camp, he found that there was no one around him, and when he went to the edge of the cliff and looked down, he found that his sister and brother-in-law, grandfather and father didn't know when they went down again to watch others train horses.

Zhang Chi was not so interested, he lit the fire, put the pot on the shelf, added a pot of water to the pot, and began to boil the water.

After waiting for the water to boil, I pinched a little tea and put it in the teapot, poured the water into it, covered the lid and grabbed the teapot to the edge of the cliff and looked at the plain in front of me.

If you want to be poor, go to the next level! Now Zhang Chi doesn't even need to go up, and he gets a beautiful view of thousands of miles.

In front of me is an endless undulating plain, on the plain, in addition to the green grass, there are some gravel wasteland, there are two or three small rivers flowing gracefully, groups of wild animals wander near the river, the herbivorous look at one step at a time, and the carnivores are bowed their heads, as if they are particularly afraid of their whereabouts being exposed.

"One?"

Just when Zhang Chi was enjoying the beautiful scenery, the voice of an old cowboy came from the side.

Zhang Chi turned his head and found that he didn't know when, the old cowboy who had cooperated with him just now came to his side, and at this moment he was holding a cigar with a smile, signaling that he couldn't help it.

Gently waved his hand: "No pumping, thank you".

Zhang Chi used to smoke a little, but he didn't have an addiction, whether it was a cigarette or a cigar, he just joined in the fun, and he didn't inhale it in his lungs, he just smoked and played.

After marrying Merica, Zhang Chi didn't smoke anymore, because Merica didn't like the smell of smoke in the house, so Zhang Chi stopped smoking. What's more, this thing not only hurts himself but also hurts others, I heard that the harm of second-hand smoke is greater than first-hand smoke, whether this is right or not, Zhang Chi thinks it's better not to smoke.

The old cowboy smiled when he heard this, took out the cigar tong, clamped the cigar, put it in his mouth, came to Zhang Chisheng's fire, picked up a piece of firewood, and lit the cigar on the firewood.

Zhang Chi also returned to the fire at this time, got a cup for the old cowboy, put a little tea in it, and then boiled the hot water and put it next to the old cowboy.

"Thank you, you won't give me the tea you drank last time, right?"

The old cowboy joked.

Lao is Zhang Chi's good neighbor Lao Liu, Lao is a Hong Kong-style pronunciation, in fact, it is Liu, the people in the town generally use Lao instead of Lao Liu, as for Zhang Chi's George codename, it is actually similar.

The matter of inviting Lao to drink tea has spread in the town, but no one has told Zhang Chi, and everyone can understand that anyone who has been cheated for hundreds of thousands of dollars at once, let alone feeding you some rotten tea, even if it is given you a shot, many people think that it is not impossible.

Zhang Chi was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and blurted out: "Do you know this?" ”

The old cowboy laughed: "How could I not know, Law has been talking about this for days."

"He should be glad of" Zhang Chi said indifferently.

The old cowboy laughed twice, didn't say anything more, but squinted his eyes and tasted the cigar in his hand. After sucking for two, he picked up the cup next to him and carefully took a sip of tea into his mouth.

"This tea is very special, very fragrant" The old cowboy waited for the tea to enter his mouth, and felt that a strange fragrance had been flowing from his mouth to his stomach, and he was instantly conquered by this aroma.

"Well, I just like the unique aroma of this tea," Zhang Chi said.

The old cowboy said, "Is this Biluochun?" ”

Zhang Chi was a little surprised, and asked with a smile: "Do you still know Biluochun?" ”

"I also heard from others, except for Biluochun, I also know dragons and rainflowers, and I don't know anything else, I now have a box of tea at home is Longjing, a Chinese friend gave me ......," said the old cowboy.

Hearing the old cowboy tell his story, Zhang Chi was embarrassed to tell the old cowboy that his so-called top Longjing was afraid that it was a fake.

The old cowboy said that his friend told him that this was Longjing before the Ming Dynasty, and his daughter was called Hong, and gave him a full two catties, and it was two catties a can.

With this frame, Zhang Chi knew that this thing must be fake.

The most expensive in Longjing is the eight in front of Longjing Village in West Lake, what does this tea look like, Zhang Chi has never seen it, he just listened to others casually, I heard that it is only a few taels a year, this thing is estimated to be the same level as the big red robe, and it is not something that people like Zhang Chi can enjoy.

Next is the dragon well in front of the Ming Dynasty, this thing is easily tens of thousands.

Unless the old cowboy's friend really has money and nowhere to throw it, he will give an old cowboy tens of thousands of dollars.

"Oh"

Zhang Chi let out an oh sound.

"Your tea tastes different from mine, so I know it's Biluochun."

Zhang Chi scratched his brain when he heard this, he really didn't understand the brain circuit of the old cowboy, this tea was either Longjing before the Ming Dynasty or Biluochun, and the turning point before and after was too outrageous.

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But Zhang Chi didn't bother with him about it, and talked about Chinese tea with a foreigner, so he couldn't finish it in a day or two? What's more, Zhang Chi is also a half-tone goods, where does he know what kind of tea.

The tea I drink now is still sent by Yan Zhoutuo.

Zhang Chi sipped tea while listening to the old cowboy tell a story.

Zhang Chi likes to listen to stories, especially other people's stories, and the old cowboy tells about his Chinese friends, about their encounters and playing together.

It's quite interesting, but it's not an uncommon thing, it's just that when the old cowboy was young, at that time, maybe he had to count up twenty or thirty years, and China was really poor at that time, and it is estimated that everyone has not seen any foreigners, and suddenly caught one, and immediately had a similar temperament or something.

It is estimated that the old cowboy did not expect that the Chinese he had just met would be so enthusiastic, making him, a tourist, a little surprised by the hospitality of the Chinese people.

The old cowboy was talking lively, and when Zhang Chi was listening to it, suddenly someone called the old cowboy's name.

Zhang Chi also stood up at this time, because the man called the old cowboy said that he was ready to work, and Zhang Chi naturally had to work with him.

Re-mounted the horse and came to the bottom, Zhang Chi was with his original teammates, and everyone ran towards the group of horses that had been reunited.

Once again, the horses were divided, the horses were set, and nearly ten minutes passed, and then the horses were brought back to the camp, and it was almost noon.

At noon, everyone cooks their own meals, and Miller has a cowboy in charge of cooking, and the rice is quite simple, beef, with small potatoes, some chickpeas, and some fried onion rings.

Zhang Chi naturally makes his own here, what he does here is fried lamb, with bean sprouts or something, and some hard buns are roasted next to it, waiting for the lamb to be fried, cut into mahjong-sized pieces, with bean sprouts and other vegetarian dishes, this is a simple meat bun.

Just eating like this must be dry, so Zhang Chi prepared another pot of seaweed egg drop soup here.

As a result, Zhang Chi looked over there and found that the people were actually bread and meat, which was almost no different from his own side.

"George, do you want to change it?"

A cowboy took his simple hot dog and came to Zhang Chi's side, wanting to exchange his miscellaneous hot dog for the bun in Zhang Chi's hand.

Zhang Chi listened to it and directly handed over the bun in his hand.

Who knew that this guy not only changed the bun, but also made a cup of seaweed egg drop soup in the end.

The rest of the people saw that Zhang Chi had changed, so they took their own things and came over to exchange them with others, Zhang Juan and the others also felt fresh, she had never eaten anything made by Americans when she arrived in the United States, so she also happily exchanged things with others to eat.

Zhang Chi took a bite of the hot dog and found that there was cheese in the bread, this cheese still had a slightly sour taste, and a little pungent taste, but it was quite appetizing, with smoked beef slices, plus a few leaves of lettuce, it was not unpleasant.

The main thing is that the meat is really real, almost a palm and a half long, a palm wide bread, the upper and lower slices are not clamped with meat, a long strip of meat is seven thin and three fat, and the mouth is full of fat aroma when you bite down.

It's just that you can't eat too much of this thing, because it's greasy, and the big pieces of meat are smoked, and if you want to make it delicious, the requirements for heat are extremely high.

Obviously, Miller's cowboy chef didn't have such a level, and when he started to eat it, it was naturally fragrant, because of the presence of fat, the meat was naturally fragrant with oil, but as he ate more and more, the fragrance became greasy and he couldn't eat it.

If there is no cheese with a special taste, as well as vegetables, Zhang Chi estimates that he can't even eat half of it.

Zhang Juan and Sun Yanping ate with relish.

While eating, Zhang Juan also said to Zhang Chi: "Look at how well other people's meat is grilled, it is much stronger than yours."

Zhang Chi listened to his sister's evaluation, and was a little confused, because he was better than himself in terms of this barbecue technique? It would have to be some kind of stomach to say that.

"It's delicious? Then I still have half on my side, or do I leave it to you too? Zhang Chi said.

When Zhang Juan heard this, she immediately waved her hand: "I'm worried about such a big piece."

Zhang Juan sighed as she spoke.

Zhang Chi understood that his sister was about to be unable to eat.

In the end, not only did Zhang Juan not eat it, but Sun Yanping also didn't eat it, the rest of the two and Zhang Chi's rest fed the dogs in the camp together, one of which was the iron-clad gold that Zhang Chi gave to Miller-Barry.

It was Zhang Chi's grandfather Zhang Jiaren, and his father Zhang Youpeng ate up his share. After eating, he poured a pot of strong tea fiercely, from which Zhang Chi deduced that the two of them were also afraid of wasting and stuffing it into their stomachs, otherwise how could they eat it.

After lunch, everyone took a break, not in a hurry or slow, busy in the work, this way of working is the most comfortable.

Zhang Chi let his grandfather and father go into the tent to take a nap, while he sat next to the fire and drank tea, while he brought two or three potatoes from the kang.

It was impossible for Zhang Juan and Sun Yanping to sleep, the two of them got together and patted that pat, they were very busy, and they were the busiest in the whole camp.

Indeed, for Zhang Juan and Sun Yanping, what they see and hear now, and even what they imagine, is completely different from his life in the previous decades.