was idle but didn't want to do it, so Zhang Chi decided to raise the pony for a while first, and then collect the interest on the pony when he wanted to do it.

Putting the pony's affairs aside, Zhang Chi found himself some work to do.

In the next few days, Zhang Chi's little life was easy, teasing his little nephew when he was fine, or fiddling with his gun, or riding Chiyan Mountain around his two pastures back and forth.

During this time, Zhang Chi also went to the pasture in Colorado, added some water to the pasture over there, and took a look at the cattle in the ranch over there.

It's not much of a situation over there, both Eric and Langdon are veterans, and in many ways, they're better managed than Cannon, so there's nothing to worry about.

Originally, Merica also wanted to come with Zhang Chi, but now she has a loss of pregnancy, so the elders didn't let her come, and Merica didn't insist, so in the end, Zhang Chi was the only one, which can be regarded as a desertion.

The day after I drove home, a light rain fell in the sky.

Zhang Chi had just finished breakfast, left a little stomach, gave himself a small tea after dinner, took the teapot that was flushed with tea, and sat under the porch at the door, while admiring the light rain, drinking tea and tasting a small snack.

Merika walked to Zhang Chi's side at this time.

Now her belly was slightly bulging, but she was wearing a robe, which was large and loose so she couldn't see it.

Zhang Chi saw his daughter-in-law sit down, took a small snack and stretched it out to her.

Merica shook her head: "I don't eat this".

Zhang Chi said: "It's delicious."

When he spoke, his hand had already retracted, Zhang Chi was not the kind of person who liked to send people to eat, so Merika said that he didn't want to eat, so he stuffed it into his mouth.

"It's raining a lot today," Merica said, looking at the rain outside.

Zhang Chi said: "It hasn't rained for many days, and if it doesn't rain a lot of pasture grass, it will be a crime."

"Also," Merika smiled.

The two of them chatted without a word, and they didn't feel any embarrassment, both of them were very relaxed, whoever wanted to talk would say a word, and there was nothing framed in the world, and it was natural for others not to respond.

I don't know when, Zhang Juan walked out, she leaned against the wall, looked at her brother and daughter-in-law, and ate snacks while watching.

"You can do it!"

Zhang Juan felt that these two people were really boring, if she and Sun Yanping talked like this, she could wipe her neck directly.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Chi turned his head and asked.

Just asked, and saw the snack in my sister's hand, so Zhang Chi walked over and reached out to grab the snack in my sister's hand to sacrifice his five internal organs temple.

Zhang Juan dodged very skillfully: "Go to the house and get it, grandma is doing it."

The snack in Zhang Juan's hand is a small fruit, what it is called, everyone doesn't care, anyway, Zhang Chi's hometown calls this thing a small fruit.

The method of making it is very simple, that is, the noodles are pressed into small noodles, which are slightly thinner than the fast seeds of eating, and the length is about the same as a finger.

After it is done, fry it in the oil pan, and when it is crispy inside and out, take it out and control the oil, and then put it in the sugar and roll it around, and this snack is made after being stained with frosting sugar.

Of course, this is the most common practice, if you have time, you can also improve it, for example, all kinds of ingredients on the bread, in short, you can toss how you want, as long as the things come out of the lake, generally speaking, the taste will not be bad.

After hearing what his sister said, Zhang Chi entered the house and went straight to the kitchen.

At this time, the old lady had already done a lot, Zhang Chi grabbed a handful and put it in his hand, and handed one to his grandmother first.

"Eat, I'm busy here."

The old lady said so, but the small fruits in the eldest grandson's hands came to her mouth, and she naturally opened her mouth to eat.

"Milk, so much is enough" Zhang Chi also pinched one and put it in his mouth.

The old lady said: "I didn't make much, there are few people who eat this thing now, and I hate this and that, so I made two or three catties of it, and I made a lot of this thing, but I can't eat it now, and I'll be able to wait a while."

Zhang Chi stretched out his head to take a look, and found that there was also a basket of finger fruits, the name was like that, of course, it couldn't be any fingers or something, it was too scary.

It's called a finger fruit, because it's just as thick as a finger and about the same length.

This thing is much better than fried in small fruits, and the taste is much richer, the small fruits are crispy and sweet, the shell of this thing is crispy and sweet, but the inside is soft, not only pine mast, but also special fragrance.

Of course, the production method is also more complicated than the above, not to mention anything else, the inner and outer layers of noodles have to be separated.

Zhang Chi listened to his grandmother while eating.

"Very few people make this stuff now, and even if they buy it on the street, it's all machine-made, not handmade. In the past, the daughter-in-law of that family would do it, and when the ancestors were sacrificed during the New Year, they took it out to fill the offering table, six-colored fruits, eight-colored fruits, and some meat, so it was called a lively one.

Now that the ancestors are no longer sacrificed, few people will gradually learn these crafts......

The old lady had to say these words every time she made this thing, Zhang Chi was not annoyed, and he didn't feel bored, every time he listened to his grandmother honestly.

Sometimes the old lady's talk is very exciting, and she can also talk about Grandpa Zhang Chi, and the affairs of Mrs. and Grandpa, and how to marry into the family.

Zhang Chi was listening with relish here, and his sister Zhang Juan walked in.

After coming in, he ran directly to the small basin, grabbed a handful of small fruits and put them in the palm of his hand, and listened to the old lady tell the story while pinching it into his mouth.

"Milk, I'm about to memorize what you told this story, change another one, tell me about our grandfather," Zhang Juan said with a smile.

The old lady didn't want to deal with her granddaughter, so she talked for more than a minute, but she was not interested, and casually drove Zhang Chi and Zhang Juan out of the kitchen.

Zhang Chi was just about to arrive at the door when he heard his grandmother's voice behind him.

"Dachi, take this thing to Xiaomei, she will like it."

Zhang Chi went over and found that it was a small plate of finger fruits, on the finger fruits that had just been made, there was a layer of white frosting sugar sticking to it, in addition to the frosting sugar, there were also some white powdered noodles like fried noodles, this thing was also sweet in the mouth, but this sweetness was not the same as the sweetness of frosting.

Coming to Merica's side with something, Zhang Chi will put the thing down, and he wants to reach out and taste one, but he hears his brother-in-law's voice ringing.

"Zhang Chi!"

Zhang Chi looked up and found that his brother-in-law was at the door of the tool room, shouting at himself, if it wasn't for the little rain, Zhang Chi might not be able to hear the shouts of his brother-in-law.

"What's the matter?"

Zhang Chi asked loudly.

Sun Yanping didn't answer, but just waved at Zhang Chi, clearly indicating that he was going over.

Zhang Chi didn't really want to go over, the main reason was to rely on it, you must know that it was raining now, Zhang Chi had to wear rain boots and ponchos in the past, and he was in trouble for a while.

"Sister, is your husband hurting well?" Zhang Chi looked at his brother-in-law and said.

Zhang Juan said: "It's almost, it's just a snake bite, why do you have to raise it for a year?" Your brother-in-law told you to go over there. Maybe I just want to toss something and call you over to help."

Zhang Chi grabbed three or four fingers and went back to the house, and when he waited to come out again, he had already changed his clothes.

When I was about to walk into the rain, I was stopped by my grandmother again.

"You bring this thing and let your brother-in-law taste it, hot and cold are two tastes," Miao Guifang said, stuffing a pot of finger fruits into her grandson's hand along with the basin.

Zhang Chi said: "Come back to eat?" ”

"You send it over, I don't know how long it will take," Miao Guifang finished speaking, turned around and went back to the kitchen to continue working.

Zhang Chi hid the basin under the poncho, and then trotted all the way to the tool room.

took out the things, untied the raincoat and hung it at the door, Zhang Chi hugged the basin and began to eat the finger fruit.

"What do you think?"

Before Zhang Chi could sit down, Sun Yanping took out something and put it at Zhang Chixian.

Zhang Chi glanced at it and couldn't help but admire, to be honest, he really felt that his brother-in-law was a bit overkill as a civil servant, look at other people's skills.

What Sun Yanping took out was a board, on which were withered some figures and patterns.

For any art, Zhang Chi has no appreciation, as far as his level is concerned, the characters should be like, the patterns should be good-looking, it is obvious that Sun Yanping's craftsmanship completely satisfies the aesthetics of his brother-in-law.

"Okay, brother-in-law, you really don't cover this!"

Zhang Chi put down the finger fruit in his hand, took over his brother-in-law's results, and looked at it carefully.

Sun Yanping was rare and polite, and said to his brother-in-law: "Actually, it's nothing, the main thing is that you have too many tools here, I will first throw the characters on the board, and then use a knife to slowly carve it, as long as it is not too stupid to carve it out like this, it will not be too difficult......."

Sun Yanping is not very satisfied with his craft, but he has no time, and if he waits, he should return to China.

"Alright, alright, good, why don't you start doing it?" Zhang Chi said.

Now that my brother-in-law's craftsmanship is available, and my own materials have already been brought back, why don't you wait.

"The material is too expensive, I'm afraid," Sun Yanping said.

Zhang Chi said: "You don't have to worry about the material or anything, anyway, we have leftovers, if you really can't make up your mind, just leave it empty."

Sun Yanping said: "Then I can do it?" ”

"Let's do it, let's do it" Zhang Chi put the board in his hand aside, picked up the pot of finger fruit again, and looked at his brother-in-law who was devoting himself to the wood while eating.

Looking at his brother-in-law, Zhang Chi didn't know what to say for a while, but now Sun Yanping is very devoted, and he can feel his concentration at a glance. However, when Zhang Chi thought of his brother-in-law, going to work was like fishing, he felt a little incomprehensible.

Sun Yanping writes and draws on the material very seriously, so serious that the length of each material has to be measured and measured. Zhang Chi, who had been watching it for a while, was a little bored after eating the finger fruit.