Chapter 1285: . Come and be a guest (1/5)

The wind near the lake was very strong and cold, and it was blowing hummingly.
A group of old experts talked hard. In fact, they were also made of carbohydrates. The cold wind blows one by one as cold as a cricket, and only hates that they wear too few clothes.
"It's cold this winter." Sandra thought for a word.
Wang Bodao: "The cold spot is good. The cold spot shows that the impact of the greenhouse effect is not great. If we warm the winter like the next two years, then New Zealand's agriculture and animal husbandry will collapse."
Professor Sandra nodded silently, and he knew much more about this than Wang Bo.
As the flames licked the pot, the hot pot ‘gu gur gurg’ opened, the water vapor filled the clear soup pot, and the spicy pot was tumbling. The red peppers jumped in the water like little fish.
Wang Bo put some mutton in the clear soup pot, and then added green vegetables to the spicy pot, and gave everyone a bowl and fork, saying, "Hurry up and eat while hot."
"Eat now?" An expert said hesitantly. "Is the meat just put in and not yet cooked?"
Wang Bo said: "Okay, when you eat steak, you can get it right after being cooked. Now the meat is definitely more than cooked."
Atulu fished out a bowl of meat with a colander, and Bo Da and Bo Ma brewed tofu and leek sauce. He reconciled and ate it.
"Xiang! Exciting!" A contented smile appeared while eating his fat face.
Wang Bo was dissatisfied: "Eat slowly. Some of the meat and vegetables here are. You usually don't eat hot pot less. How can you still eat it?"
Aturu swallowed a bite of mutton and said, "Boss, I think I found it. I have to eat hot pot outside. On such days, the wind and snow can't stand the cold, so that your hot pot can play its best role."
Wang Bo dipped some leek sauce into the mouth and stuffed the lamb. The meat was good lamb, the fragrance was sprayed, and the gravy seemed to explode.
Māori is right. Some things are eaten in harmony with the environment.
The person who had been blown by the cold wind covered his body with cold, hot pot, and began to transfer heat from the inside out. After eating a bowl of mutton, he felt that it was not so cold.
"Cool." The professors also started to gobble.
I had a hot pot at noon. In the evening, Professor Sandra and others ran to Haidilao. They were obviously moved by this food, but I'm sorry to trouble Wang Bo to prepare them again.
Haidilao ate for a while, and they left in disappointment. The hot pot in the room did not feel like daylight, and it was expensive and unhappy.
However, they did not waste it. They packed all the hotpot soup base and cooked it by the lake by themselves in the evening. This time they also brought brandy and enjoyed eating and drinking.
The weather is cold, the farm and vegetable garden have stopped, but there is more work on the ranch side.
Because of heavy snow, road conditions are not good, and some things cannot be delivered, so you have to do it yourself, such as licking bricks for cattle and sheep.
Licking bricks are feed additives, which are made according to the basic physiological characteristics and nutritional requirements of herbivores such as cattle and sheep, and are used to supplement various elements to livestock.
Wang Bo went to the ranch, Cousins ​​first said about this: "It's not enough to lick the bricks, so you have to buy another batch, but the snow is more heavy in Christchurch, and the manufacturers can't deliver it."
"Can we do it ourselves? How?"
Cousins ​​introduced: "It is not difficult to do, it is mainly made of soluble nitrogen, carbohydrates, vitamins and minerals and trace elements in a certain formula ratio. But we can't do it because it has to be done Pressed. We don't have machines. "
Speaking of which, he shrugged and looked helpless.
The sunset ranch does not need to lick bricks in other seasons except winter, because the nutritional value of the pasture grass is very high, regardless of cattle, sheep or deer and pigs, it can meet the growth and development needs.
In the winter, there is not enough forage supply and it grows slowly. At this time, silage fodder is needed to feed cattle and sheep, so licking bricks is a necessity.
He needed to deal with this. He called Motak and asked, "Who can make licking bricks around here?"
Motakhaha laughed: "You are asking the right person, man, come to me. I have a small workshop. If I rush to work, I can produce a batch."
Wang Bo's demand is not big, as long as it can snow the transport vehicle on the road.
He didn't go to Motak for a while, so he opened the farm's Super Pickford F650, and let Motakrat send a batch of dry forage and silage together.
This was a thank-you gift. On the phone, he asked what ingredients to prepare. Big Motak said he didn't need to bring anything. He brought the car and pulled it away.
Obviously, the other party would send him to lick bricks. This thing is not expensive, but it has some value if it is made together with human labor.
So Wang Bo wanted to send him some fodder. The silage fodder he took was a good thing. It was made from green corn from the farm. It had good taste and rich nutrition.
There was snow on the highway. Atulu and the police were setting up a speed bump. When he saw the super pickup, he immediately waved to remove the speed bump.
As they passed, several police officers paid tribute to Wang Bo, making the old king in the car very proud, similar to the Kuomintang military officer.
He lowered the window in return, and shouted to Aturu, "Do I look like Button?"
"Like Newton." Atulu grinned.
Drive carefully to Motak's farm, Wang Bo got out of the car and motioned the farmers to unload the feed on it.
Seeing this, Motak was very happy and laughed: "Look, what I'm talking about, you must not be stingy when dealing with rich people, because they are more generous."
Wang Bo embraced him and said, "You are a smart guy, just like your cousin."
"That guy does a good job, right?"
"Of course, he cleaned up the farm very well. I like him very much." Wang Bo complimented. "Your two brothers made me change a lot of ideas about Maori people. Your cousin's diligence was beyond my expectations."
Behind, the little Motak who was helping to unload the feed grinned.
Leaving a party to unload the feed, Wang Bo and Motak walked into the room: "My wife has cooked hot tea, let's go, let's go drink together."
"What kind of tea? I have some Chinese tea brought by my friends, black tea and green tea. I should bring you some." Wang Bo said.
Mortak said: "You should bring me some water. I have a lot of tea here. This time is Indian black tea. I added lemon juice and it tastes better."
Inside the room was a Maori earthen stove. The flames were fierce, and the huge living room was very warm. The door opened and a heat wave swept through.
(To be continued.)