1301 1285. Let's Be A Guest (1/5)

Chapter 1301 1285. Let's Be a Guest (15)

The wind by the lake was very strong and cold, and it was whistling, and it couldn't help but make people jump when it blew on people.

A group of old experts speak hard, but in fact they are also made of carbohydrates. When the cold wind blows, they all freeze like partridges. They only hate that they wear too few clothes when they go out.

"It's very cold in winter today." Sandra thought for a while before saying such a sentence.

Wang Bodao: "It's better to be colder. The colder point means that the impact of the greenhouse effect is not too great. If we continue to have a warm winter like the previous two years, New Zealand's agriculture and animal husbandry will collapse."

Professor Sandra nodded silently, he knew much more about this than Wang Bo.

As the flames licked the pot, the hot pot started to boil, and the clear soup pot was full of water vapor, while the spicy pot was tumbling vigorously, and the red peppers were jumping in the water like small fish.

Wang Bo put some mutton in the clear soup pot, added green vegetables to the spicy pot, gave everyone bowls and forks, and said, "Hurry up and eat while it's hot."

"Eat it now?" An expert said hesitantly, "Is the meat not yet cooked just after putting it in?"

Wang Bo said: "Okay, when you eat steak, you can eat medium rare, and now the meat must be more than medium rare."

Atulu scooped up a bowl of meat with a colander, and Bo's father and Bo's mother made fermented bean curd and chive flower sauce by themselves. He mixed it and ate it in big mouthfuls.

"Sweet! Delicious!" A satisfied smile appeared on his fat face while eating.

Wang Bo was dissatisfied and said: "Eat slowly, there are plenty of meat and vegetables here, you usually eat hot pot, why are you still rushing to eat?"

Atulu swallowed a mouthful of mutton, and said: "Boss, I found out that you have to eat hot pot outside, and you have to be outside in such a day, the wind and snow are unbearable, so that your hot pot can play its best role."

Wang Bo dipped some mutton into chive sauce and stuffed it into his mouth. The meat was the best lamb, tender and fragrant. When the gravy burst out, his taste buds seemed to explode.

The Maori man is right, some things are eaten with the environment, it is a match made in heaven.

The person who was blown by the cold wind was cold all over his body, and the hot pot started to transfer heat from the inside to the outside. After eating a bowl of mutton, he didn't feel so cold anymore.

"It's so cool." The professors also started to gobble it up.

They had a hot pot meal at noon, and in the evening, Professor Sandra and others went to Haidilao. They were obviously moved by this kind of food, but they were sorry to trouble Wang Bo to prepare it for them.

After Haidilao ate for a while, they left disappointed. The hot pot they ate in the room did not feel like daytime, and the price was expensive, so they were really unhappy.

But they didn't waste it, they packed all the hot pot soup, and cooked it by the lake at night. This time they brought brandy, and they ate and drank happily.

The weather is cold, the farm and vegetable garden have stopped, but there is more work on the ranch.

Because of the heavy snow, the road conditions are not good, and some things cannot be brought in, so we have to do it ourselves, such as licking bricks for cattle and sheep.

Licking bricks are feed additives, which are made according to the basic physiological characteristics and nutritional needs of herbivores such as cattle and sheep, and are used to supplement various elements for livestock.

When Wang Bo went to the ranch, Cousins ​​first talked about it: "I don't have enough licking bricks, so I have to buy another batch, but the snow in Christchurch is heavier, and the manufacturer can't deliver it."

"Can we do it ourselves? How?"

Cousins ​​said: "It's not difficult to make. It is mainly made of soluble nitrogen, carbohydrates, vitamins and mineral trace elements, mixed evenly according to a certain formula ratio. However, we can't do it because it has to be carried out. High pressure, we don't have machines."

Having said that, he shrugged his shoulders with a helpless expression.

Except for winter, Sunset Ranch does not need to lick bricks in other seasons, because the pasture grass in the pasture has very high nutritional value, and it can meet the growth and development needs of cattle, sheep, deer and pigs.

In winter, the supply of forage grass is insufficient and it grows slowly. At this time, silage feed is needed to feed cattle and sheep, so licking bricks is a necessity.

This problem needs to be dealt with by him. He called Motak and asked, "Who can make licking bricks around here?"

Motak laughed and said: "You are asking the right person, man, come to me, I have a small workshop, and if we rush to work, we can produce a batch."

There is not much demand for Wang Bo, as long as he can survive until the snow melts and the transport truck is on the road.

He didn't look for Motak for a while, so he drove out the farm's super pickup Ford F650, and asked Motak to deliver a batch of dry pasture and silage.

This was his thank you gift. On the phone, he asked what raw materials he wanted to prepare. Big Motak said that he didn't need to bring it with him, and he just brought the car and pulled it away.

Obviously, the other party wanted to give him a licking brick. This thing is not expensive, but it is worth making it together with labor.

So Wang Bo wanted to give him some feed. The silage feed he brought was a good thing. It was made from fermented green corn grown on the farm. It tasted good and was rich in nutrition.

There was snow on the road, and Atulu and the police were setting up speed bumps. Seeing the super pickup, he immediately waved his hand to remove the speed bumps being set up.

When passing by, several policemen saluted Wang Bo, which made the old Wang in the car very proud, just like a KMT officer.

He lowered the window to return the salute, and then shouted to Atulu: "Do I look like Barton?"

"Like Newton." Atulu said with a smile.

Cautiously driving to Motak's farm, Wang Bo got off the car and signaled the farmers to unload the feed.

Seeing this, Mortak was very happy, and said with a smile: "Look, what I said, you must not be stingy when you associate with rich people, because they are more generous."

Wang Bo hugged him and said, "You are a smart guy, just like your cousin."

"Is that guy doing a good job?"

"Of course, he cleaned up the farm very well. I like him very much." Wang Bo complimented, "You two brothers have made me change a lot of ideas about Maori. Your cousin's diligence is beyond my expectations."

Behind, little Motak, who was helping to unload the feed, grinned happily.

Leaving a group of people unloading the feed, Wang Bo and Motak walked into the house: "My wife has made hot tea, let's go, let's drink some together."

"What kind of tea is it? I have Chinese tea brought by my friend. There are black tea and green tea. I should bring you some." Wang Bo said.

Motak said: "You should bring me some water. I have a lot of tea here. This time it is Indian black tea. I added some lemon juice to make it taste better."

There is a Maori earthen stove inside the house, and the flames are fierce, heating the huge living room very warmly, and when the door is opened, a wave of heat sweeps in.