Happy Little Mayor

Consecutive bursts of energy are more overdrawn, brothers and sisters, please wait a few days, there will be surprises! ****

Seeing that Bowen drank, Mexican pretty boy and Charlie also stunned. Pharaoh didn't feel much about dark beer. He didn't drink it because he felt the taste was a bit heavy.

After taking two sips, Charlie nodded and said, "The aroma of hops is very mellow. This is a good wine, Wang. Why don't you drink them? Try the local dark beer. They like to make their own beer and it tastes great."

Bowen and Liang Tsai also persuaded that the dark beer tasted good, was fresh, and had a strange taste, which was different from the beer in Austria.

The bartender laughed: "Yes, sir, this is a beer you absolutely can't drink anywhere else. Even if you can drink it, the stag **** used is certainly not as fresh as ours."

"What?" The old king said suddenly.

"What what?" The bartender asked inexplicably.

"What did you say about this beer?"

"Stag semen, this is our most famous deer spirit dark beer. It has not entered the craft beer market for less than two months, and it has not been supplied to other places." The bartender made a look you earned.

Pharaoh gloated at Charlie and said, "You heard, this beer is in Riga ..."

"Ahh!" Charlie put his hand over his mouth, and ran out while retching, followed by Mexican pretty boy, both of whom ran like rabbits.

Seeing the three recruits, the Pharaoh can only express his joy, but fortunately he did not drink beer just now, otherwise he could spit it out on the spot.

But to his surprise, Bowen didn't run out to vomit, and he continued to drink, shaking his body rhythmically with the music while drinking.

Wang Bo thought he hadn't heard it clearly, and deliberately got him in front of him and pointed at the dark beer and shouted, "Hey cowboy, listen, there's stag **** in this wine!"

Bowen continued to shake his body and said indifferently, "I know, there is **** in the stag, what's wrong? It's not poison, why are you looking at me so surprised?"

Pharaoh was not only surprised, it was incredible, this guy is too **** the horse, right? In his opinion, it was more terrible than poison.

"Aren't you sick?"

"Why is it disgusting? Didn't you find this kind of drinking cool? When I was wandering in Dallas, Texas, there were apple-flavored horse **** bullets in the bar there. Women like to drink this stuff. I don't understand what it tastes good about. "

Pharaoh quickly waved his hand: "Don't talk about my brother, let me say vomit."

Charlie and the Mexican pretty wolf are embracing each other and returning, seeing that Bowen is still drinking beer in a big mouth, and their faces change and they are about to vomit.

The bartender lay on the bar and said with regret: "You don't like this dark beer? In fact, it is very clean, and the **** used is from a 7-year-old perfect stag. You did not feel that when it was mixed with dark beer, the taste would be Does it become silkier and more delicate? "

After hearing this, Charlie and Liangcai were severely hit again. They both covered their mouths and ran out again. Unfortunately, they could vomit so much that they had just vomited. This would only retching.

The Pharaoh exclaimed, "God, I said, dude, you guys are too dare to play. Can this thing be designed? Do you have a Satan in your head?"

The bartender is obviously not the first time to see such a response, he grinned: "It's nothing, we brew some interesting beer every year. People's response to this may be good or bad, but it is always good to try. Isn't it? "

Pharaoh shook his head vigorously. He would never try such a strange thing.

The handsome bartender was very responsible, and when they saw that they did not drink deer's dark beer, they each gave them a new glass of beer, this time it was white beer.

"I won't let you spend any money here, because this is not the tradition of the monster scream bar. Come on, try this cup of roasted lamb with mint and it's a great beer."

"Shit, what's added to this time? Sheep's blood?"

"No, no, it's made by mixing potato water, carrot juice, pea juice, sweet potato soup and concentrated mutton soup in white beer. Try it, it's absolutely delicious."

"Are you sure there is nothing else in there?" Charlie asked with a lingering fear.

"Promise to God."

Wang Bo took a sip of his tentative sip. The taste was a bit weird. It had no original taste of white beer, but it tasted a bit of sheep soup. However, I thought that this stuff contained concentrated sheep soup, so it was acceptable.

After drinking mutton and mint, at the invitation of the bartender, Pharaoh drank a chocolate-flavored and barbecue-flavored beer. The taste of these two kinds of beer is quite good, because the texture of the beer is particularly delicate with the addition of lactose.

At the end of the drink, he shook his head and said that this time it was really eye-opening. It turned out that the beer still had these flavors.

The bar grinned: "This is just a regular-flavor beer. If you can afford it, I can give you a lamb liver beer or blood sausage beer ..."

"Let's go, let us go. My friends and I just want to buy some animals. You don't have to play with us, right?" Pharaoh quickly waved his hands.

The beer they drank was local brewed beer, the malt aroma was strong, but the degree was also high. After drinking, Pharaoh got a little bit up and went back to sleep just to go.

But he didn't sleep very comfortably that night. He was used to falling asleep comfortably in the castle. Sleeping in a small hotel was a little awkward, and he fell asleep a long time ago.

The next morning, the animal husbandry auction in the small town began. This is not the same as the auction at Christie's and Sotheby's. The venue was selected in the wilderness and a large platform was set up casually. If it rains, build a tent. Everyone is auctioning in the open air.

Every rancher who is going to participate in the auction will receive a sign with a number on it. Then when registering the sign, they will register and verify the identity of the ranchers, and then just hold the sign.

Wang Bo received No. 44. This was not a good number. Seeing that he was unwilling, Charlie took the sign and left. He returned to him and replaced him with No. 13 and shrugged: "Everyone is happy, isn't it?"

Changed the information corresponding to the number plate. Several people from Pharaoh walked to the auction table. Thomas Wesley-Geer, who was standing tall, was joking with a few ranchers. He saw that the queen beckoned and came over. Talk to him.

The New Zealander also knows how to look at things. Geer is famous among the ranchers. When he saw him greeted a Chinese, other ranchers asked each other about the identity of Pharaoh.

At nine o'clock, the auction officially began. Wang Bo flipped through this animal husbandry auction and found that his target alpaca was used to press the rear axle, but he would not be bored because he found several He is interested in livestock. (To be continued.)