Back at the camp, Zhang Chi cleaned up Chiyan Mountain, removed the saddle sweat pad, left only a bridle and added a long side rein to the tree, and got some forage for Chiyan Mountain, of course, now the mountains are green, and the horses can eat too much, so Zhang Chi doesn't have to worry about it at all.

When he arrived next to his tent, Zhang Chi found that his sister and his wife were facing away from him, and the two were sitting on the edge of the cliff, shoulder to shoulder, motionless.

Zhang Chi glanced twice, and at his father, who was busy working next to the fire, his grandfather asked, "What's wrong with them?" What kind of concave shape is it at this time? ”

Zhang Youpeng listened to his son's words, and said with a smile: "Look at the sunset, the sunset here is really beautiful, and we also watched it for a while, until we saw you coming back, we didn't boil water."

Zhang Chi listened, looked up and looked at the sun setting on the mountain in the west.

Indeed, the sunset at this moment is very beautiful, but Zhang Chi is not in the mood to appreciate it, he came back to run in the afternoon, and rode on horseback for two or three hours, which made Zhang Chi a little tired, he had not exercised so much for a long time, and suddenly came so suddenly, his waist and back were still sore.

"Is the water boiling?" Zhang Chi found his teapot, opened the lid and looked at the tea inside, feeling that the tea could not be kept, so he added a little water to the pot, covered the lid and shook it, and walked to the side to pour out the tea leaves.

looked at the empty pot, found that there was still a piece of tea sticking to the wall of the pot, stretched out his hand to pull out the small piece of tea leaves, bounced to the ground, and then turned back to the fire.

I opened the tea jar, scooped two spoonfuls of tea leaves into the pot with my small teaspoon, closed the jar, and waited for the water to boil.

"Oh, the scenery here is so beautiful, much more beautiful than our hometown."

At this moment, Zhang Chi's voice came from behind his brother-in-law Sun Yanping.

Zhang Juan said: "Our hometown is a small county, there is such a big piece of land as this, you see, let's look here, there are no places to live around, if it were in our place, these places would have been reclaimed into farmland a long time ago."

"Yes, it's about the same size as ours, but the cultivable area is many times that of us, look at this place, this is really the chosen place," Sun Yanping said.

Zhang Chi wanted to laugh when he heard it, and now his sister and brother-in-law are still immersed in the fantasy of the United States.

But this is also normal, you have never lived in one place, you have not really experienced how other people's lives are lived, and it is always easy to bring your own emotions into it when you look at a problem with imagination.

Some people say that the United States is good, and some people say that the United States is good or not, whether the United States is good or not, is actually a subjective question, if you are rich, then it is naturally good, the big house is good for education, and you can also scold people, and you can scold whoever you want to scold if you are rich.

If you don't have any money, hehe, there are zombie-like hidden people on the side of the road, and you may be one of them in the future.

"Since you like it so much, why don't you stay?"

Zhang Chi said to his sister and brother-in-law: "Stay and let me put the horses, and Cannon will take care of you when the time comes."

Zhang Juan said: "You think of beauty, we live freely at home, why bother to come here to suffer your sin?" ”

"Look, you said you had a good life, but now you don't want to live here, what do you want to do?" Zhang Chi smiled and got up with his sister.

Zhang Juan said: "No matter how good the place is, it is someone else's, your brother-in-law and I don't have the ability like you, we are small farmers, small wealth is peace, and there is no big pursuit, we also know that the life of a golden drunk and gold fan is not something we can live, so ah, your brother-in-law goes to work honestly, and I honestly become my teacher."

"It's good, everyone just needs to live their own lives, what do you have to do in life, how tiring you are to live" Zhang Jiaren nodded at his granddaughter with satisfaction at this time, and said his big truth.

Zhang Chi took the opportunity to say: "Otherwise, grandpa and father, you can stay, at least wait for the child to be born."

As soon as he heard this, Zhang Jiaren immediately shook his head as if he had been pierced by an awl, and said: "No, no, I will wait until mid-August to go back, it is not a matter if there is no one at home for a long time, waiting for the child to be born, it is almost the Spring Festival, and we will come back when the time comes."

Zhang Juan said with a smile: "Master, you just hold on for a while longer, your round-trip air tickets are quite expensive, and you can't save these ticket money if you plant land for a year."

"Next time, you don't have to use such an expensive ticket" Zhang Jiaren thought of the ticket money, and he was also distressed, but he still wanted to go back to his hometown.

Although it is said to be his grandson's home, that is, his home, but the old man has never felt at home, his grandson's house is very good, and it is also luxurious in his eyes, but he just can't regard this place as his home, not to mention anything else, now the old man has a little bit of a nest for himself.

Zhang Chi really saw it, and he also understood that the old man misses the old, you actually insist on pulling them to live here, it's not impossible, but the old man will not be happy, and the homeland is hard to leave. Instead of this, it is better to let them go back and live happily in their hometown.

"Okay, if you come back during the Spring Festival, the child is too young to go back to see you," Zhang Chi said with a smile.

Hearing the little great-granddaughter who had not yet met, Zhang Jiaren's face was glowing, and his eyes were smiling: "That's for sure, let's come here, the child must be very beautiful."

"As long as it's not like Dachi, it's more like Xiaomei, and the girl's family looks like Dachi, so how can you get married in the future?" Zhang Youpeng continued.

Zhang Chi was not happy to hear this, and opened his mouth and said, "What's wrong with looking like me?" ”

"Don't be like you, ugly words shed tears when they see you" Zhang Juan looked at her brother carefully, and imagined it in her mind, her brother's face was on a girl's body, and she suddenly felt that the hairs on the back of her head exploded.

Immediately shook his head and threw out the terrible thought.

"I can't be like you, like you're finished."

"......" Zhang Chi was speechless.

"Can my daughter not be like me, not like me, it's over" Zhang Chi was a little unconvinced.

Everyone laughed while talking, and before they knew it, it was getting dark.

As the sun sets, the fire in the camp shines brighter.

As soon as it gets dark, everyone naturally starts to cook, and is ready to go back to the tent to sleep after eating.

Miller was still the same, but instead of a simple hot dog, the evening was a fried steak with onions and potatoes as a side dish, plus a vegetable salad.

Zhang Chi's family still has meat sandwiched with cakes, but this time it is the practice of meat sandwiched with steamed buns, the meat is chopped, with crushed green peppers and then sandwiched with steamed buns.

It's definitely not as standard as the meat bun in Xi'an, but when it comes to meat, Zhang Chi can pat his chest and say, our meat is better than the authentic meat bun.

As long as you can clamp it, you can clip most of the meat in half a pot.

If there is a meat bun, it is naturally not good, and it has to be thin.

Zhang Chi didn't make it so complicated, nor did he make any spicy soup, he simply burned a pot of stick noodle gruel.

This thing is so simple, the water is boiling, and when the water bubbles, grab the stick noodles and sprinkle them into the pot, stirring the spoon while sprinkling, so that the spilled stick noodles will not knot knot together and form pieces of noodles.

The most annoying thing about making stick noodle porridge is to drink and drink until you get a noodle lump, which is not beautiful and a failure.

So the work of sprinkling noodles is done by a veteran today, that is, Zhang Chi's grandfather Zhang Jiaren appeared.

The old man Buhuai is a person who has drunk stick noodle porridge for most of his life, this pot of small porridge comes out, not thin or thick, full of stick noodles, like stick tea.

When it is half warm, with the beef sandwich bun in your hand, the porridge in one hand and the steamed bun in the other, a mouthful of meat here, and a stick noodle porridge there.

Zhang Chi felt that this was the best reward for one-on-one hardship.

The cowboys didn't come over to join in the fun at night, and they were not interested in the meat buns at first glance, you must know that there are also things to eat in the United States, not to mention hot dogs.

For example, there are dead noodle cakes in the small town of Fulsen, like our domestic dead noodle pancakes, which are used to eat beef sandwiches, which is a bit like domestic rao cakes and meat, but the cakes are honest, not as delicious as the baked cakes.

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And at this moment, it is estimated that the cowboy also thinks so: the cakes eaten by the people over there are not as delicious as the scones on our Folsom side!

A local person has a local taste, and food is completely local and subjective, and everyone thinks that what they have in their hometown is the best.

However, the cowboys are quite interested in the stick noodle porridge, and some people even get a bowl and rub a small bowl.

After drinking, everyone looked strange, they thought that this kind of stick noodle porridge tasted the same as the corn flake porridge they often eat.

No, it's not as good as the corn chips on the cob they eat, because they add a lot of things to their porridge, like some kind of dried fruit or something.

And most of their corn varieties are fruit-flavored, while Zhang Chi's porridge here is ordinary corn, which is boiled with boiling water like corn flour.

Zhang Chi doesn't like to eat corn flakes, but he likes to drink this kind of polenta.

After eating dinner in a noisy manner, it was time to rest before going to bed.

People here don't have a lot of nightlife, and if you want to have a nightlife, your parents will be happy because they can sleep and you have to feed the cows.

What? You don't want to feed the cows, you want to dance, and your dad will shoot you in the foot and make you dance a good dance of life.

So everyone went to bed early, and by nine o'clock, there was no one running around in Amber except for the bar.

Taking advantage of the effort to consume food, everyone drank a little wine around the fire, enjoyed cigarettes and cigars, and chatted about boring topics at the same time, mainly swearing, from the president to the governor, in their mouths were full of waste rice buckets, the old tune.

"Okay, let's go back to sleep" Zhang Chi was a little sleepy, said a word to everyone, and went to the tent.

Sun Yanping said here: "I ate a little too much, I'll go to the toilet."

How can there be a toilet in the wilderness, saying that it is a toilet, but in fact it is pulling wild.

Everyone is not surprised, who doesn't pull wild in this place, how can anyone come out to camp with a mobile toilet, isn't that sick?