Everyone looked around the screen for a while, and Cannon reached out and clapped his hands.

"Okay, don't look at it, you can't do the work in the ranch by yourself, just do the work."

"Yes, yes! Let's get to work," Kevin said cheerfully.

All the cowboys are very happy, because they know that Zhang Chi, the boss, is different from other little guys who pick their eyes and instigate their fingers, and every time they make money, a certain share will be distributed to the cowboys, which means that when the ranch makes money, the cowboys will also make money.

As for saying that American capitalists are people of conscience, then you also think too much, capitalists in any country are not people of conscience, except for Zhang Chi, of course, because he is not a capitalist, if he does not have a gourd, he will be exploited by others for the rest of his life.

Capitalists have no conscience, but Zhang Chi still has this thing, so he didn't think about squeezing the last copper plate from his cowboy.

"Let's go, let's go. Boss, I think the price can go up again, at least thirty or fifty," Dominic said with a grin.

Zhang Chi looked at the cowboy who was walking out and asked loudly, "There is a lot of work today?" ”

Zhang Chi meant that if there was a lot of work today, then he would stay at home and help, and if it wasn't much, he would go there to have a lot of fun.

That is, the gourd in his hand makes Zhang Chi more courageous, and there is a real confrontation of real guns and real bullets on both sides, and he looks like he is joking.

Cannon directly turned around and said: "It's not important work, it's just the usual lock things, and you don't need to reach out."

As he spoke, a group of cowboys who came outside got on their horses, and Cannon said simply, and the cowboys were divided into two teams, one team followed Cannon, and the other team followed Brian, and everyone went their separate ways to do their own thing.

Zhang Chi was humming a little song here, his mood was really good, not too good, these forages were being sold, so he could pay off a lot of the money he owed to the bank.

Although Merika has been talking to Zhang Chi about reasonable debts, Zhang Chi is a little panicked when he thinks of the money he owes others. Otherwise, he is not suitable to be a capitalist, which of the capitalists is not in debt, he sleeps with female stars, raises a small model, and when he meets people, he will say how hard he used to be, and he has come through hard work.

Zhang Chi, who was beautiful, closed his mobile phone, and the smile on his face was about to pinch out the water.

Just as he was getting up and getting ready to go to the door, he took his own guy to see the excitement, when he saw Merica hurrying back.

"That's right, you're here" Merika said this first sentence after seeing Zhang Chi.

Zhang Chi looked strange: "Something urgent?" I'm going to go over there and see how things go."

Merika didn't answer Zhang Chi's words, but asked, "Has the grass at home been sold?" ”

"No, I think it can go up, so I think I'll talk about it after today" Zhang Chi told his daughter-in-law about his little thoughts.

Merica said: "Sell them all, and the delivery will be completed the day after tomorrow."

"In such a hurry?" Zhang Chi was stunned when he heard this.

"Jennifer called me just now and she said that there may have been some progress in the negotiations between the two sides," Melica said.

"In other words, in a few days, the supplies will be brought in?" Zhang Chi understood.

Merika nodded: "Yes, Jennifer doesn't know when the body is, but we don't have the qualifications to harvest at the highest point now, so we can only sell it now."

Zhang Chi nodded solemnly: "It's okay!" ”

Merika has already said this very clearly, that is, there are some people who want to use this matter to make a good profit, as for who it is, it doesn't have much to do with Zhang Chi and his family, and the matter of making a fortune is not something that exists now, nor does it mean that it will be eliminated in the future that is visible to the naked eye.

After saying that, Zhang Chi and Merika went upstairs, entered Merica's study, opened her notebook, and began to sell their own grass one by one.

The operation is very convenient, the two of them hang the grass out, if there is a buyer to take over, then even if the transaction is completed, the grass is a physical object, so the delivery method is also very clear, what freight, the time and place of delivery are clear.

The old imperialist countries are still reassuring in terms of contracts.

Zhang Chi will not deliver to others, and requires buyers to pick up the goods themselves, and the delivery can be completed tomorrow night.

All the grass in Zhang Chi's family was divided into four batches and released from his hands in turn.

At this moment, the price of forage has risen all the way, and Zhang Chi's side is hanging the price for an hour, and the number is not big compared to others, so soon someone took over the forage thrown by Zhang Chi one after another.

It took more than two hours, and the grass owned by Zhang Chi's family no longer belonged to Zhang Chi in a strict sense, and he was waiting for the buyer to come and take over.

After such a toss, it was a little late, Zhang Chi felt that he had no need to go, from home to the trenches, his butt was going to come back before he was hot, so he simply didn't go.

As for whether it will miss the fight, how is that possible.

It's not that the National Guard can't do it, or that the civilian team of cowboys is strong, but it's never such a simple comparison of strength.

When a government shoots at its citizens, what commander would dare to do that! To be nailed to the pillar of shame in history, of course, if you don't care about this, you can also give orders, and you may be fine in times of war. But now in peacetime, and still homegrown.

If any commander dares to do so, the only thing that awaits him is the trial of a court-martial.

Who is stupid? There are really too few stupid people in this world.

Besides, Merica said just now that the two sides have reached an agreement, which is still a woolen fight.

Thinking that the two sides couldn't fight, Zhang Chi actually felt a trace of loss in his heart.

"Alas, I have fallen!"

Zhang Chi took out a reflection coupon by himself, reflected on his unhealthy thoughts, and then purified his soul by the way.

Of course, this purification didn't last two minutes before it was interrupted by edamame and ink.

"You two are really not a thing, I'm ...... Hey, the hawthorn is actually red."

Just as he wanted to criticize these two goods from the perspective of justice, Zhang Chi found that Edamame's fluffy little hand was holding a red hawthorn.

The hawthorn, which is as big as an abacus bead, is red and cute, and the yellow spots on it make people feel a slight acid oozing out of their tongue when they look at it.

Edamame was very clever, and when he saw Zhang Chi looking at the hawthorn in his hand, he took one out of his hand and handed it to Zhang Chi.

Zhang Chi was thinking about the hawthorn here, and forgot to pick up the fruit for a while.

A monkey face on Edamame's side began to wrinkle, looking like he was about to be constipated, his two white eyebrows were tightly locked, and he reluctantly picked out another hawthorn fruit and stretched it out in front of Zhang Chi.

It's just that this time the distance is obviously not as long as the first one.

Zhang Chi is still pondering.

Edamame was about to cry, and he felt that this must be the owner's dissatisfaction with the amount he gave, so he reluctantly picked a hawthorn fruit, this time three in one hand and one in the other.

Looking left and right, Edamame looked reluctant, and in the end, it may have been with the intention of giving it a try, holding a fruit's hand and reaching out in front of Zhang Chi.

Holding the one in his hand here, he began to slowly hide behind him.

Zhang Chi, who came back to stretch out, didn't notice the movement of edamame at all, and he didn't like to eat the fruit picked by edamame, unless the fruit had a shell.

You must know that monkeys like edamame have a tradition of throwing their own at people, and when he thinks of this, Zhang Chi doesn't want to eat any fruit that can be gnawed with the skin handed over by edamame.

"You can eat it yourself" Zhang Chi reached out and patted Edamame's head.

Edamame understood that this was the owner's unwanted, so he happily handed over the fruit that was originally hidden behind him.

Zhang Chi didn't pay attention to it at all, reached out and rubbed the ink on his head twice, and then happily walked towards his tool room.

Merika, who had just come downstairs to the outside, saw Zhang Chi taking edamame and ink in the direction of the tool room, and asked unintentionally, "What are you going to do?" ”

Zhang Chi turned his head and paused, and said with a smile: "The hawthorn at home is ripe, I'll pick some and make you a rock sugar gourd later."

Merica stopped talking, but quickly added, "Will you?" ”

"And I won't? Even if it doesn't, it's not an internet connection."

After speaking, Zhang Chi went to the tool room, took a ladder and came to the small orchard on the east side of the house.

The small orchard has expanded a little, but it is not the credit of Zhang Chi, but the result of the grandfather, uncle, and father, originally there were only seven or eight kinds of fruits, but now they have developed into twenty or thirty kinds.

Zhang Chi was not embarrassed to remind a few people that the small half of the year here is winter, how many seasonal fruits can be eaten.

But the old man was happy, and Zhang Chi didn't have much to do, so he let them toss if he was willing.

Carrying the ladder into the small fruit forest, Zhang Chi soon found his own hawthorn tree, it is impossible to see it, the appearance of the branches hanging from the clusters of red Dandan is really joyful.

Putting down the ladder, Zhang Chi climbed up and grabbed this and looked at that, just to pick up the biggest fruit to pick, but after choosing for a while, when you think this one is big, you feel like it's bigger when you see the other one.

Picking and choosing, Zhang Chi simply picked it directly, picking the nearest fruit to him first.

picked one, Zhang Chi rubbed it with his fingers, put it in his mouth and tasted it, a little sour, and a little sweet, but hawthorn must still have the upper hand in sourness, hawthorn does not have the obsessive fruit sourness, can it still be called hawthorn.

The fruit is ripe, it is very good, and it is also very flavorful, Zhang Chi naturally wants to pick some and go home.

Although he did it alone, he picked a bag full of fruit in a short time.