Chapter 699 684. Stay Overnight in an Independent Small Kingdom (5/5)

Chapter 699 684. Staying in an Independent Small Kingdom (55)

To Wang Bo's surprise, these farmers' marksmanship was good. If they didn't use long spears to win the round, then the farmers might laugh at him in private.

The national conditions are different. After all, New Zealand is a country where all people popularize firearms. As the world's number one violent organization, what will happen to American farmers' marksmanship? The results are self-evident, and Bowen is the proof...

He couldn't help thinking of a report he had read about World War II. At that time, China, regardless of the Kuomintang or the Communist Party, had a hard time training a pilot. Anyone who could fly an airplane into the sky was treated like a treasure.

What about Americans? Many of their farmers usually fly agricultural planes to do agriculture. When they arrive in the army, they can fly planes into the sky after simply learning how to fly fighter jets.

Don't talk about fighting skills, just talk about flying skills. The level of American civilians is unmatched by any country in the world.

The same is true of the marksmanship of New Zealand farmers. If there is a war, these people will be excellent snipers after some experience.

The crackling gunshots shook the wild ducks to flap their wings and fly away, and the dogs on the ranch stayed away. Only the strong dog with an indifferent expression on his face followed Wang Bo watching everyone play with guns.

"That's a nice dog," said one farmer.

The army commander who was combing the feathers with his mouth fluttered, and said: "Ah, nonsense! Ah, Ma De is mentally retarded!"

"What is the little parrot talking about?"

"Ah, who's the youngest, Ma De?" The army commander was anxious, and his voice was much louder.

Wang Bo quickly stuffed it into his pocket again. Fortunately, it kept speaking Chinese, so he fooled the farmers: "It said, ah, good marksmanship..."

The farmers showed stunned expressions, and really believed his words.

There are other activities in the back, which are still related to beer bottles. This time, the beer bottles were opened separately, and the farmers took out a handful of small axes. This is a game of throwing axes.

Seeing this, Wang Bo was helpless. There was no such small ax in his castle, so he could only watch these people play.

Small ax throwing is a traditional game in New Zealand agriculture. Many farmers like to take out their axes and throw them around in their spare time to practice their accuracy.

When the first generation of Europeans came to New Zealand, it can be said that they had a rough road. They needed axes to cultivate pastures and defend, so the throwing ax game became a traditional competitive event.

Wang Bo read the news before, and some New Zealanders proposed to include this event in the Olympic Games, thinking that relying on this thing can win a gold medal.

Hani also played this game. Someone offered Wang Bo the ax, but he shook his hand and refused. Hani reached out to take it, twirling the handle of the ax in his hand, and then aimed at the beer bottle and threw it out.

The ax whirled rapidly in the air, and just hit the wine bottle with the blade, smashing the glass bottle to pieces.

A row of thumbs was raised, and Rob applauded and shouted: "Good job, buddy, you seem to have practiced a lot."

Hani sighed: "Practice makes perfect. I am often frightened by people with throwing axes, and I have learned this trick after a long time."

Wang Bo: "..."

After the meal, the activities are over, and we still have to discuss agricultural issues together. In addition, there are people who cooperate and want to buy some machinery.

Wang Bo's farm is for investment, so it is difficult for him to decide what to plant. It is better to harvest crops with a shorter cycle, but these crops need to be watched constantly, and he has no time to deal with them.

If planting fruit, it would be free, but the fruit trees would take several years to be harvested, and by then, Lao Wang felt that the farm had already been sold.

Haney didn't understand what he was thinking: "Boss, why do you want to sell this ranch? Obviously, this is a good place with high quality and low price. You are not short of money, so why not keep it for yourself? You see, The world's population is increasing, so the land is becoming more and more valuable, even if this thing does not increase in value, it is still more valuable than cash, right?"

Wang Bo smiled and said, "I already have Sunset Town, why do I need it here?"

"You can come here for a vacation when you have time. You can plant all the fruit trees, and come to vacation in autumn and wander in the fruit forest. Don't you think this is a beautiful life?"

"There can also be fruit trees in Sunset Town."

"But does it feel the same? Can you just stay in Sunset forever?"

Wang Bo thought for a while: "You are right, then plant fruits!"

New Zealand's kiwi fruit sells well all over the world, and Gala apples are also very famous, and he can grow them all.

At the end of the one-day discussion meeting, Wang Bo gained a lot of knowledge and gained some new understanding of New Zealand's agriculture and animal husbandry industry.

The meeting was only for one day, and he originally wanted to return on the same day. It is quite safe to drive late in New Zealand.

But when he learned that there was a sheep auction in Kurau on Sunday, Mondo asked him for a ticket, so he decided to stay here and go to the sheep auction tomorrow. Last time he harvested grass mud horses and Dongtao chickens Woolen cloth.

He was going back to the small town to find a hotel to sleep in. Mondo smiled and said, "You might as well live in the town. The hotels in the city may not have the same conditions as the town."

Wang Bo asked, "Are you in town?"

He didn't notice it when he came over during the day.

Mondo pointed to the southeast: "Come with me, that's Ogma Town, the independent kingdom of New Zealand."

Knowing that Wang Bo was going to stay here, many farmers invited him to spend the night at home, but Wang Bo declined. After all, they are not familiar with each other, and it is not a good thing to be too close together.

In addition, Mundo called this town an independent kingdom. He was very curious. Is there anything different about this town?

The answer is - no!

Mondo called the town an independent kingdom because the town has complete facilities and shops. The entrance of the town is a seagull gas station, and the supermarket is inside.

The supermarket has a lot of things. It is a part-time hardware store business, with daily necessities, repair tools, and various wood and mechanical parts in the yard.

In the center of the town is the post office and a bank, Westpac Bank. Wang Bo said: "I am very familiar with the president of this bank."

Mondo thought he was joking, so he laughed and didn't answer.

There are many shops along the street in the town, and there are several hotels. Mondo took him to the most antique-looking one, which is a large wooden villa. Even in winter, the garden outside is still full of flowers.

Wang Bo looked around and said, "The town is not bad, it looks very lively."

He is an expert in this area, and he is going through the process of building a modern town.

Mondo shook his head and said: "It has declined a lot and the economy is developing rapidly, but there is a severe labor shortage. Most young people leave here to make a lot of money. That's right, except for us old guys, who would want to come here?"

Wang Bo laughed and said, "I, didn't I come?"

Mundo also smiled and said, "Sorry, you know I didn't mean that. Anyway, the population of the town is in negative growth now. It is said that the Wellington government is introducing policies to introduce immigrants, hoping to bring some skilled workers to the town."

After hearing this, Wang Bo's eyes lit up.