He's in the west, he's a cowboy

Zhou Zheng took the elk from Hamish and carried it on his body. Good guy, this elk weighed at least three hundred kilograms. Zhou Zheng struggled to carry this big guy to his horse. With the help of Hamish, Put the elk on your horse's ass.

"Huhu, good guy, this beast is probably enough for you to eat for a long time." Zhou Zheng held his knees with both hands and gasped.

"Hey, it seems that in addition to your marksmanship, you also need to practice your body. Otherwise, what will you do if you meet a girl you like but can't exert your strength in the future?"

Zhou Zheng rolled his eyes at Hamish angrily. But it only made him laugh louder.

"Let's go back. This bloody smell can easily attract wolves or other animals." Jokes aside, there are still things that should be paid attention to. The two quickly got on their horses and ran towards the cabin.

This journey was not very peaceful. The strong smell of blood still attracted something. From time to time, there were howls of wolves or the roars of other animals near the two of them.

Perhaps they were shocked by the appearance of the two men riding tall horses and being fully armed, but in the end they returned to the cabin safely.

"Let's get this elk taken care of. I still have some seasonings at home. Maybe we can make a soup tonight," Hamish suggested.

"no problem."

Hamish is old, and Zhou Zheng used to often pick up chickens, ducks, fish, rabbits, etc., but there is no chance he could deal with such large animals. Under Hamish's guidance, the two of them spent a long time by the lake and finally got rid of this thing. It's tidied up.

Since I didn't have a kitchen knife, I had to use an ax that was used to chop wood. I chopped a hind leg into small pieces, washed it and threw it into a big pot. This purely wild animal didn't need any special seasoning. Add some ginger and onions, add a pot of water slowly, put it on the fire and simmer slowly, this is the best delicious food.

Bring to a boil over high heat and use a spoon to skim off the blood foam. Cover the lid again and simmer slowly over low heat. The meat of wild animals is very strong. Otherwise, it won't be stewed at all.

Hamish went to the house and took out the bag and handed it to Zhou Zheng. Zhou Zheng took it and opened it and saw that it was peanuts, still raw.

Hamish wanted to stew these things together in the soup, but Zhou Zheng looked disgusted. This was too wasteful. Zhou Zheng suddenly drooled at the thought that he still lacked an appetizer.

Immediately, he peeled the peanuts, cut off a large piece of fat from the deer, and asked Hamish to bring a small pot. Hamish went back to the house and searched for a long time, but only found a pan, which was useful.

First put the fat in the pan and fry slowly until a pan of oil comes out. Then pour the peanuts directly into the pan and fry slowly until the peanuts are slightly burnt. Then drain the oil and sprinkle it. Put the salt and the fried peanuts are ready.

Hamish had never seen this method before. He tasted one with a spoon and exclaimed that it was delicious. He took a big spoonful and put it into his mouth, but it was so hot that he breathed out, but he couldn't bear to spit it out. Zhou Zheng smiled and felt his stomach hurt.

An old man and a young man were sitting by the campfire, eating peanuts and drinking wine. The wine was also high-grade brandy brought out by Hamish, and it was made in France that he treasured. They said that Zhou Zheng had a good meal today.

After three rounds of wine, the venison was almost simmered. I opened the pot, took out the meat, and gnawed one piece at a time. The stewed meat was soft but not rotten. It was chewy but not chewy.

Take a sip of the broth, which has become a little thicker. It is extremely fragrant and has an endless aftertaste.

The two of them ate until late at night and drank two bottles of strong liquor before falling asleep beside the campfire.

The consequence of drinking too much was that he couldn't get up the next day. Zhou Zheng staggered up from the ground, feeling dizzy, as if the whole world was shaking. He lay by the lake and vomited for a long time before he felt better. .

Hamish hadn't woken up yet, so Zhou Zheng took a deep breath and carried Hamish back into the house, asking him to continue sleeping, while he sat at the door and continued to squint. The alcohol was a bit too strong to bear.

Hamish didn't wake up until noon, covered his head and vomited for a while, then slowly sat at the door and said to Zhou Zheng: "Boy, you can drink well, let's compete next time... ..."

This old man is also stubborn. Zhou Zheng smiled and said that he would order some good wine next time and have a showdown.

Seeing that the old man was fine and Zhou Zhengjiu was almost awake, he got up and prepared to go back to the camp. He had been out for several days and had to go back and take a look.

Zhou Zheng actually wanted to go directly to Annesburg. But thinking about the current situation, I can't do anything by myself, but it will easily scare the snake. It's better to go back first, wait for Da Qi and others to stabilize, and then think of a solution.

After waving goodbye to the old man, Hamish didn't show any pretense. He said "be careful" and went back to the house to sleep. The old man's recovery ability is poor, and it will take several days to recover from this drink.

Zhou Zheng didn't stop along the way and sprinted directly towards the camp. Finally, on the second night, I caught up with Mr. Pearson for dinner. He was really tired from the journey. Zhou Zheng had something to eat and fell asleep.

Zhou Zheng slept for a long time until Bill's loud voice woke him up. Zhou Zheng poked his head out of the blanket and looked at Bill, who was threatening Kieran not far away. He rubbed his eyes helplessly and prepared to get up.

Zhou Zheng cleaned himself up, poured himself a cup of coffee by the campfire, dragged a chair to the edge of the cliff, lit a cigarette, and sat on the edge of the cliff looking at the scenery in the distance. It felt so good.

The weather today is very good. The blue sky is cloudless. The water vapor in the early morning is floating in the air, forming a thin fog. The scenery in the distance is looming in the fog. The river in the distance is a few characters on the ground. Model, looks very spectacular.

Facing the rising sun, Zhou Zheng slowly performed a set of punches. It must be said that good air is also very beneficial. This set of punches was hearty, from slow to fast, from slow to urgent, a set of boxing exercises After finishing, I just felt refreshed.

"Although I have watched it many times, I still find it amazing."

Zhou Zheng looked back and saw that it was Mr. Strauss. He was still holding his big account book and said with a straight face.

Zhou Zheng smiled and said, "Why are you holding this thing all the time? Aren't you tired?"

Strauss sighed, opened the account book and pointed to the lines above and said: "The recent earnings are not very good, and these debts may not be recovered."

Zhou Zheng took a closer look and saw several names followed by a series of numbers. "Did they borrow your money?" Zhou Zheng asked.

"Yes, they borrowed our money, but they were not prepared to pay it back. I was going to find someone to remind them. I went to Javier, but he refused and said he had more important things to do. So I could only go to Ya Ser, I hope he can get his money back." Strauss said with a wry smile.

Zhou Zheng looked at the amount on the account book. The amount on it was not large, so he shouldn't have to pay it back.

Zhou Zheng said: "Mr. Strauss, have you ever thought about the reason why they haven't come?"

Strauss looked at Zhou Zheng and said firmly: "I understand why. It takes people like me to borrow money, so that they can take the money away with confidence, but when it comes to paying it back, they still need people like Arthur." Raise people, otherwise they won’t obediently pay.”

"Loan sharking is not a good business, Mr. Strauss." Zhou Zheng said.

"I prefer to call him banking, which is legal." Strauss said plausibly.

Is this thing actually legal? Zhou Zheng didn't know if it was true or not, but even if it was legal, Zhou Zheng wouldn't be able to accept this kind of business.

"Mr. Morgan, Mr. Morgan." Strauss stood up and shouted to Arthur who had just walked into the camp: "How is the previous account?"

Arthur threw the money to Strauss and said: "It's a trivial matter." Then he turned back and prepared to go back to catch up on his sleep. In order to collect debts, he traveled a lot last night.

Strauss hurriedly tore off a small note from his account book and said: "There is another one here, a farmer and pastor, Mr. Downs."

"A good gentleman, I know this man." Arthur said as he scooped up the stew that was being cooked from the pot and took a bite, then threw it away in disgust. The taste was really not delicious.

"Thank you, Mr. Morgan." Strauss's tone was still firm, and Arthur said in a sinister tone: "You don't have to thank me. Just like you said, I'm happy to do it."

"I have tried to be polite, but he is more cunning than he looks. Don't listen to his excuses. If he has no money, just beat him up." After Strauss finished speaking, he turned and returned to his desk.

Zhou Zheng looked Arthur up and down. Strauss was right. If you want money, you have to go to someone like this.

Seeing that Zhou Zheng was looking at him, Arthur tilted his neck and said, "What are you looking at?"

It's over, it looks more like this. Zhou Zheng couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Hahaha, Arthur...hasn't anyone told you that you deserve a beating?"

Arthur slapped Zhou Zheng on the head: "You brat, let's go. I think you are quite leisurely. I just want to find something for you to do."