Lisko’s American Life

"The red neck is Shells from Chenxi Ranch, the chunky one is Soth from South Ranch, and Bayer from Phoenix Ranch next to it,,,,"

Lisko recognized them one by one. If he didn't come today, he didn't know that there were so many pastures near Garrison.

Music had already started playing on the DJ stage, and Lisko also shook his body to follow the rhythm of the jazz.

Les, who had just left, patted Lisko and motioned him to go upstairs. Lisko put down his wine glass, and followed Less away from the crowd in the yard that started to get excited.

Although it was an unspecified meeting of ranchers to discuss matters, there were still a lot of cowboys and small town crowds who came to attend, but the ranchers would leave to go to special rooms.

Lisko followed Les upstairs and walked to the innermost room in the corridor. Les opened the door first, and the inside was already smoky. Lisko looked into the room, and the first thing he saw was Colt, and there were already more than a dozen people inside.

"Okay, all the servants are here, everyone, this is the great writer Li Ke from Li's Ranch."

Les introduced to the people in the room,

Lisko greeted everyone and sat next to Colt. The two brothers looked at each other and smiled, knowing that their mission today was not to express their opinions.

Lies first handed out a cigar alone, and Lisko took it and took a closer look. It was a French cigar brand Selva Flower. Launched in 1995 by Cigar Masters, this cigar is a unique cigar because of its various vitolas that feature unique tobaccos in both the binder and filler that are present in each cigar. Medium-bodied, with hints of cedar, wood and dried fruit. One of Lisko's seniors liked this flavor, and Lisko followed him a lot, so he recognized it at a glance.

Lisko held the head of the cigar with one hand, lit a match, and waited until the flame burned stably so that the cigar and the flame formed an angle of 45 degrees, lit the cigar and turned the cigar slowly, preheated the cigar, and the match burned to one-third Put out the flame for a while, then light a match, and continue to light the cigar when the flame is stable, and turn the cigar slowly, and the match will be extinguished when it is halfway burned, and there is still one match left, and light the cigar according to the previous method. Extinguish the match when it is burning hot, and let the cigar simmer for a while. Then use cigar scissors to cut off the cap. After Lisko finished all this, he was about to start enjoying the aroma of the cigar. When he looked up, he suddenly found that the ranchers in the room were all staring at him blankly.

"I have smoked this before, and I usually like to smoke cigars," Lisko explained to everyone.

"Okay, Li, I didn't expect you to have this kind of hobby. We need to have a good chat later. I still have two fine hawala, let's try it later." Les extended an invitation to Lisko with surprise. .

"Cuban havara? Let's just talk about it?" Lisko was also very interested. Havara is the king of cigars. Lisko has always only heard of it. Today, I am lucky enough to taste it. Of course Well worth the trip.

"Less, this is wrong, no matter how you entertain us, you have to take out your hashawa and send one to each of us."

"Are you dreaming? Shells." Les smiled back at the red-necked Shells, "Hawala only produces 3,000 hawala a year, and most of the shares are directly bought by famous and precious consortiums. My two hawala are one A very powerful person gave it to me, and it is worth more than a thousand dollars at least, and the Selva flower you smoke now costs a hundred dollars a piece, and it is really feeding cows to eat peonies for you.”

When Shiels heard that the cigar in his hand was worth a hundred dollars, his relaxed body straightened, and timidly put the cigar in his jacket pocket, muttering to himself, "I don't know, a One hundred dollars can buy a good lamb."

Les was too lazy to argue with this kind of ignorant person. He saw that everyone had already lighted their cigars happily and clapped their hands.

"Everyone,"

"You may have heard that we gathered together for a few days to discuss a way to save the dwindling income of our ranch. If it continues, many of us may go bankrupt if we don't finish this year." Les looked worried. He has lived on the ranch since he was a child, and now he is also working on the ranch. He is also very anxious about the deserted environment. Although his ranch can last this year, it will be better than those small ranches in the long run. Where to go.

"All of us here are authentic western cowboys, Shelles, your family's ranch has been handed down to you for the third generation. When the ancestors came here to open up fields, is it rare to be buried in your hands?"

Les began the roll call,

"And South, your ranch is famous for its excellent wool. How come you want to discard South's wool, which is famous in the west?"

Les looked down at the crowd and began to talk about his purpose.

"Recently, a travel company contacted me. Although our ranch industry has been deserted in recent years, the overall financial situation of the country has developed rapidly, and the world's economy has prospered. More and more people like to travel around. They want to reorganize our ranch. It has become a tourist attraction to experience cowboy life, let everyone share their opinions, the damn politicians increase taxes, and make our already crisis management more difficult, if we don’t change, we can only go bankrupt and change careers.”

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became quiet, everyone lowered their heads and did not speak, the music outside the room was still playing, forming two worlds with the silence in the room.

"It's not that we disagree, we just don't know how to do it, whether we can make money, if it doesn't work, and the ranch is not done well, isn't it a waste of money." Sous, who had been thinking for a long time, opened his mouth. He is a long-term The middle-aged man with a beard has a bulging body and well-developed muscles. It can be seen that he really works a lot.

"In this way, you don't have to worry, the travel company will have a professional guide, and the projects that tourists come to us to experience are taking pictures in the lavender fields, buying denim supplies, experiencing cattle harnessing, shearing sheep, riding horses, and milking cows. The operation of the ranch will not be affected," Les explained patiently.

Lisko listened on the sidelines, and felt surprisingly good, of course compared to other pastures.

"Why do travel companies like us here? Do you think Garrison is the only one? They have a lot of choices, but our lavender in Colorado is very famous, and Denver is a famous cultural capital. We just pick Denver. A little scattered tourists, who have experienced the culture and heritage of Denver, can come to visit us on the way.”

Les vomited out all his thoughts, and he had a clear conscience. Everyone in the province thought he had gained something in the game, so he stood by the wall with his arms folded, smoking a cigarette, waiting for everyone's answer.