Horse Home

This is indeed much faster than before.

When he arrived at his own ranch, Zhang Chi said to Cannon: "Thank you for helping me, if I hadn't left."

As he said that, he took out his wallet and wanted to give Cannon some tips.

This matter is not normal in China, and some people even find it a bit offensive, but it is a common thing here. Not to mention Cannon, a person who is not familiar with him, even if his friends come to help, he still has to pay.

Of course, some people will ask for it, and some people will not ask for it. It depends on the individual, and no one will discuss whether it is necessary or not.

However, if you don’t want it, you will naturally think about returning other people’s favors next time, and the same is true for Americans. Human relationships and worldly styles are not unique to the East, as long as they are human society, they will exist.

Cannon waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, it's easy to do. You can ask me for anything you need to help in the future. I can't help with big things, but some small things are still fine."

Seeing that Cannon really didn't want it, Zhang Chi took back his wallet.

"Then that's it. If you have time, I'll treat you to a meal. If you have no problems, I can make a Chinese meal at home and invite you to come and try it together," said Zhang Chi.

As the country becomes more and more powerful, people who live outside Zhang Chi also feel that their waists are getting straighter. At least they are invited to have a pure Chinese meal now, and others are also a little curious, unlike eight of them in the past, who were not very interested.

Cannon was very happy to hear this: "This is a good idea, I'll be free the night after tomorrow."

"Then let's decide the night after tomorrow," said Zhang Chi.

"Okay, just settle down. I will come here at about seven o'clock the night after get off work," Cannon smiled.

After chatting for a few words, Cannon went back. Zhang Chi rode his horse and sent Cannon to the door of his ranch. He watched Cannon disappear from his sight, and then turned to him.

"What a passionate person," Zhang Chi said with a smile.

He rode his horse and returned along the forest path. When his eyes suddenly became clear and the whole ranch was once again presenting him, Zhang Chi was once again fascinated by the scenery he saw.

Standing on the small slope, Zhang Chi looked at his own pasture. Although it was so broken in the eyes of others and the grass was not good, for Zhang Chi, whether it was good or not, everything on this pasture belonged to him. This is his own territory, and he could be allowed to play on it.

Having something, even a little bit of land, is extremely important for a Chinese, because in our culture, even if it is now, land has a unique meaning, but it is not as simple as saying that it is to keep a small amount of land and leave it to your descendants to farm, but is printed in the bone marrow.

Even in this era, even if there is a slight possibility of the Chinese people coming out, the first thing they need to do is to buy a house and make land. Whether this person is poor or rich, the plot of the land has not been squeezed out of his blood vessels, but has become more profound.

In the early spring pasture, the grass has slowly grown. Although most places are not tall, the greenness in your eyes cannot be hidden. It is rushing to come into Zhang Chi's eyes, telling the vitality of spring.

Countless unknown little flowers also bloomed, red, green, purple, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, blooming in the wind in the small breeze of the valley, and occasionally emitting a faint fragrance of flowers.

Hearing the sound!

Chiyan Mountain exerted a fierce force and rushed out like an arrow that was riding the string.

Fortunately, Zhang Chi was prepared, and his body swayed slightly and stabilized his body, and his whole body stood on the horse's back like a javelin.

A red and white flower horse rushed straight down from the small slope at the entrance of the ranch. Its four hooves quickly made its speed reach its maximum. The entire horse's head was lowered, which facilitated its force and reduced the resistance brought by the air.

At this time, Zhang Chi's ears were filled with wind, and he felt that everything around him was quickly retreating. The oncoming mountain wind seemed to be able to flow directly into his nose without breathing, and a trace of chill suddenly rushed into his lungs.

The fast-moving horse seemed to make the blood flow in Zhang Chi's blood vessels rise. Sitting on the horse's back, he actually felt like he couldn't help but shout impulsively.

I can't help it, but I can't help it after all!

Ah~~!

Facing the wind coming towards him, Zhang Chi opened his voice and shouted loudly, venting the joy in his heart.

Zhang Chi's shouting seemed to make Chiyan Mountain even more excited. The four hooves stepped on the green grass that had just grown, making a clattering sound, and from time to time it turned into a slightly dull puff sound. This is the feedback from different grasses to horse hooves.

A man is tired, and a horse is tired!

One man and one horse were galloping unrestrainedly on the green grass.

At this moment, the mane of Chiyan Mountain was flying like flames, the white back body was like a wisp of white smoke, the red was like a flag rushing forward on the side, and the white was like the hot tail flame of the fireworks, plowing through the boundless green.

Zhang Chi shook off the reins in his hand and let the Chiyan Mountains speed down. He laughed loudly, not knowing whether to vent or be proud. In short, he wanted to laugh out loud at this moment.

All the heroes are passing by, but I am now smiling in the sky!

In the pastures, horses, forests, snow-capped mountains, what else can inspire a man's passion?

Anyway, Zhang Chi has never encountered it in his more than 20 years of life, and he never laughed out loud and laughed freely without caring about it or hiding anything like now.

At this moment, the world is like the wind in my ears, and it is gone.

After a long time, the horse stopped and the people stopped.

Chi Yanshan was gasping for breath, his two huge nostrils were completely wide open, and Zhang Chi's forehead was sweating, and his shirt was a little stuck to his body.

But there was an indescribable pleasure in the body and mind, filled with blood and chest.

After dismounting, Zhang Chi took off the saddle from Chiyan Mountain's back, took off the semi-wet sweat pad, and placed it on the shelf next to the RV.

"Let's go, let's wash it off."

As he said that, he took a small red bucket and pulled Chiyan Mountain to the foot of the small earth slope. There was a small river. The small river made of snow on the mountain flowed silently. Zhang Chi passed through Zhang Chi's pasture and returned to where he returned.

Chiyanshan followed Zhang Chi very gently. After walking for less than two steps, Chiyanshan rubbed Zhang Chi with his head.

Zhang Chi seemed to understand Chiyan Mountain's thoughts, and turned over and put on the horse's back again. Although he had no saddles, Chiyan Mountain still carried his master steadily.

At this moment, Zhang Chi remembered what Mason said yesterday: Some people are a kind of fate with horses.

When the horse's hooves stepped into the river, Zhang Chi slid down from the horse's back, scooped water with the red bucket in his hand and poured it on the back of Chiyan Mountain.

While pouring, gently wipe the water droplets with your hands.

The weather is still very cold now. If you let the sweat on your horse naturally dry out, it might cause the horse to catch a cold.

Yes, horses can catch colds, and getting sick is not a good thing for horses, and Zhang Chi's horses are also not a good thing for his wallet.
Chapter completed!