Happy Little Mayor

Since coming to his own site, it is his own thing. According to New Zealand law, the Mustang came to Wang Bo's site, and his horse was there.

He is still very interested in wild horses. It is said that the pure wild horses kept their eyes open while sleeping. He did not know whether these horses were like this, so he went in and wanted to get in touch.

The wild horse group did not give him the face of the master, and saw Wang Bo come in. Under the command of the big brother and the black horse, the horse group turned around and ran away.

Zhuang Ding blinked, it was good at guessing, and saw Wang Bo's direction of travel, he understood his thoughts, swayed his tail and ran to the horses, and wanted to expel the horses to Wang Bo in the way of expelling the cattle.

But this time it encountered Waterloo. Wild horses are not honest and temperamental beef cattle. They have existed in the wild for many years. I do n’t know how many people have hunted them. The way to survive is to escape.

On the way to escape, not only speed, but also wildness and fighting spirit are needed.

So in the face of the strong men only a little higher than their knees, the **** horse led, and a group of horses collided ruthlessly.

The strong man was fierce and brave, but it was facing a group of wild horses. The overwhelming murderousness made him instantly feel the feeling of the princes Rottweilers facing the Simmental herd.

But after all, it is a Mastiff mastiff. Even if it is a strong enemy, even if Taishan is the top, it is still not afraid. The hair on the back of the neck is blasted, and it makes a vigorous roar: "Wangwangwangwang!"

"Boom boom!" The wild horses returned a dull and brutal horseshoe sound, and they charged faster and faster.

Grass mud horse, are you bitches? The Zhuang Ding saw that the situation was not good. A group of tall horses with their heads up could not see their faces came forward. It quickly realized that if they didn't run again, they would be trampled to death!

Zhuang Ding is very clever. When he sees that the situation is not good, he turns and runs. From this aspect, we can see that he is smarter than the Rottweiler. Instead of running straight and being chased by horses, he runs a few steps after turning around. Folded at a right angle to avoid the running route of the horses.

After escaping the birth, it could not help turning back a few growls to vent his dissatisfaction: "Wangwangwang! Wangwangwang!"

Soft is afraid of hard, hard is afraid of horizontal, horizontal is afraid of rampant.

Zhuangding is horizontal, and horses are rampant.

The Mastiff mastiff has a strong sense of self-esteem. It feels ashamed to be scared away by the prey, so he goes to find his companion, finds the queen, the little king, etc., and yells to urge them to chase the horse with him.

The queen is not interested, it is now only concerned with the conflict between her son and her son.

Xiao Wang lowered his head and bit the weed, pretending not to hear the roar of the strong man.

Nima coins are so scary, so much higher than me, do you come to Lao Tzu to die? I'm not stupid, I don't do it, Xiao Wang thinks so.

So, the strong man yelled a few times, but the fat cat brother ran up to it, but it didn't help. The strong man looked down at the little short-legged fat cat brother. !!

The horses are running around in the beast. Wang Bo runs as soon as he gets close to them, and he is particularly alert. Although he doesn't open his eyes to sleep, they never lie down anyway.

In this way, he had no choice but to leave. The horseback plan had to be postponed. He believed that one day he would still be able to ride on his own horse.

Leaving from the animal farm, he went to eat breakfast first, and then there is more important thing to do today, that is to arrange the ranch.

Because of his ranch heart, Wang Bo felt that it was not necessary to labor and money to build a farm. He found that free-range farming can also raise cattle and sheep.

However, after the conflict between the Simmental herd and the white yak herd, he felt that he could not save time, but he still built a cattle and sheep pen, and at least he could not release the thorns.

I have been preparing for a while, and now I have all the tools, sand, wood and various supporting facilities have been purchased in the ranch, and I can finish it before I arrive in winter.

The weather in New Zealand today is very unusual. It is not hot in summer, and it quickly cools down in autumn. It is not winter yet, and it has low temperatures in winter.

Qiufeng whistled across the ranch, Bo Da walked inside and tightened his clothes, and said to Wang Bo, "Xiao Bo, isn't this the south wind? When is the south wind so powerful?"

Wang Bo pointed to the south: "Dad, this is not home, New Zealand is Antarctica to the south, but the ocean to the north. Unlike our country, which is Siberia to the north, the south wind is much colder than the north wind."

Bo Dao said, "Okay, then wait for the north wind to warm up."

Wang Bo said helplessly: "Without the north wind, we are in the southern Alps to the north. The sea wind can't blow, only the south wind ..."

Bo Da did not know what to say.

According to the plan, a calf pen, a cow pen, and a bull pen will be built in the first phase of the ranch. In addition, a wind shelter will be prepared for lambs born in autumn and winter.

Wang Bo greeted him. Bowen came with six cowboys and Peterson. They all had experience, holding the design drawings helped by the designer of Porter Company in his hand, and talking while walking.

Bo Da laughed with a smile: "We have a lot of people, and this job is expected to be completed in a few days."

Wang Bo said: "It doesn't take that much time to finish it in two days."

Bo Da was surprised: "How can that be done? Two days to complete? Aren't you going to build more than a dozen pens? A total of ten or so individuals, I don't think we will rush."

Wang Bo smiled and said, "A dozen people? You'll know later."

At nine o'clock, the GTR at the police station drove over with a convoy. There were more than a dozen pickup trucks in the back, carrying tools and wood.

Atulu ran over and said, "Boss, how about 50 brothers? How about 50 more words?"

Wang Bo said: "Very good, we are enough people, tell the guys, give me a good job and finish the pure meat Hangi!"

Hearing what he said, a group of Maori men snarled with a hammer and chainsaw in their hands: "Hang Yi! Hang Yi! Hang Yi!"

Men in New Zealand are experts in manual work, and cowboys are present, so they don't need any construction engineers to build cattle and sheep pens.

Beginning with the calf ring, the specifications of 50 meters long, 5 meters wide, and one and a half meters high, without foundation, Bowen and Peterson measure the distance, make a mark, and then beckoned them to work.

The construction of cattle and sheep pens is not a big deal. The more laborious is the dung pits, because they are fixed inside for excretion, so it is more difficult to collect these feces.

Wang Bo took Peterson's suggestion to use a fertilizer storage pit, that is, to dig a pit behind the shed, and then build a cement channel to manually push the manure into the fertilizer storage pit.

(To be continued.)