The wind is very strong and cold by the lake, and it is whimpering, and it blows on people and makes people jump.

A group of old experts speak hard, but in fact they are also made of carbohydrates. The cold wind blows like partridges, and they only regret that they wear too few clothes when they go out.

"It's quite cold today." Sandra thought for a while and said this.

Wang Bo said: "The cold spot is good. The cold spot means that the impact of the greenhouse effect is not very big. If you do 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 was "guruguru" opened, and the water vapor filled the clear soup pot, and the spicy pot was churning hard, and the red peppers were jumping in the water like small fish.

Wang Bo put some mutton into the soup pot, and added green vegetables to the spicy pot, and gave everyone a bowl and fork, saying, "Eat quickly and eat while it's hot."

"Eat now?" an expert said hesitantly, "The meat is not cooked yet after I put it in?"

Wang Bo said: "Okay, you can eat steak with a quarter of cooked meat. Now the meat is definitely more than eight-quarters cooked."

Asulu used a colander to pick up a bowl of meat, and Bo Dad and Bo Mom made fermented tofu and leek sauce by themselves. He mixed it and ate it in big mouthfuls.

"Smell! Enjoy!" A satisfied smile appeared on his fat face.

Wang Bo said dissatisfiedly: "Eat slowly, there are some meat and vegetables here. You usually eat hot pot, why are you still rushing to eat it?"

Asulu swallowed a bite of mutton and said, "Boss, I have discovered that you have to eat hot pot outside. It has to be like this day. The wind blows and snow makes you feel cold. In this way, your hot pot can play its best."

Wang Bo dipped mutton into his mouth with some leek sauce. 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, which is simply a match made by nature.

Originally, the cold wind made people feel cold all over. The hot hot pot was so hot that they started to transfer calories from the inside out. After eating a bowl of mutton, he felt that it was not that cold.

"It's so cool." The professors also began to eat voraciously.

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 was embarrassed to ask Wang Bo to prepare for them again.

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

However, they didn't waste it. They packed all the hot pot soup base and cooked it by the lake in the evening. This time they brought brandy with them, having fun eating and drinking.

It was cold, the farm and vegetable garden were stopped, but there was more work on the ranch.

Due to heavy snow, the road conditions are not good and some things cannot be delivered in, so you have to do it yourself, such as licking bricks for cattle and sheep.

Licking bricks are feed additives, made based on the basic physiological characteristics and nutritional needs of herbivores such as cattle and sheep, and are used to supplement various elements to animals.

Wang Bo went to the ranch, and Cousins ​​first said this: "It's not enough to lick bricks, so I have to buy another batch, but the snow in Christchurch is even heavier and the manufacturer can't deliver it."

"Can we do it ourselves? How?"

Cousins ​​introduced: "It is not difficult to do it. It is mainly made of soluble nitrogen, carbohydrates, vitamins and mineral trace elements, mixed evenly in a certain formula ratio. However, we can't do it because it has to be pressed at high pressure and we don't have a machine."

Speaking of this, he shrugged his shoulders and looked helpless.

Except for winter, there is no need to lick bricks in other seasons, because the pastures on the pasture are very nutritious, and whether they are cattle, sheep, deer and pig, they can meet the needs of growth and development.

In winter, the supply of grass is not enough and it grows slowly. At this time, you need to use green storage feed to feed cattle and sheep, so licking bricks is a necessity.

He needed to deal with this problem. 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 my place. I have a small workshop. If I speed up the work, I can produce a batch."

Wang Bo doesn’t have much demand, as long as he can survive until the snow melts, the transport truck is on the road.

He hadn't been to find Motak for a while, so he drove out the farm's super pickup Ford f650 and asked Motak to bring a batch of dry grass and green feed to deliver it to him.

This was his gift for thanking him. On the phone, he asked what ingredients to prepare. Damotak said he didn't have to bring anything, just bring the car to take it away.

Obviously, the other party wanted to send him a brick to lick it. This thing is not expensive, but it has to be made and artificial. It is also valuable.

So Wang Bo wanted to give him some feed. The green storage feed he brought was a good thing. It was made by fermenting green corn produced on the farm. It tasted good and was nutritious.

There was snow on the road, and Asulu took the police to set up speed bumps. When he saw the super pickup truck, he immediately waved his hand to remove the speed bumps being set up.

As they passed by, several policemen saluted Wang Bo, which made Lao Wang in the car very proud, like a Kuomintang officer.

He put down the window and returned the gift to the public, then shouted to Astulu: "Do I look like Patton?"

"Like Newton." Astulu laughed.

Carefully drove to Motak's farm, Wang Bo got out of the car and signaled the farmers to unload the feed.

Seeing this, Motak was very happy and smiled and said, "Look, what am I saying, you must not be stingy when interacting with rich people, because they are more generous."

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

"That guy is doing a good job, right?"

"Of course, he packed the farm well, and I like him very much." Wang Bo complimented, "You two brothers have changed my mind about Maori people. Your cousin's diligence is beyond my expectations."

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

A group of people were left to unload the feed, and Wang Bo and Motak walked into the house: "My wife has cooked hot tea, let's go, let's drink some together."

"What kind of tea is it? I have Chinese tea, black tea and green tea brought by my friends there. I should bring some for you." Wang Bo said.

Motak said: "You should bring me some water. I have a lot of tea here. This time it's Indian black tea. I added some lemon juice and it tastes better."

There was a Maori earth stove inside the room, with fierce flames burning the huge living room very warm. When I opened the door, a wave of heat swept across it.
Chapter completed!