Happy Little Mayor

People kept throwing wood into the fire, the flames were burning, and the chill in autumn was immediately offset.

Dozens of Maori people sing and dance around the fire while dancing in circles. Other Maori people cooperate with the harmony. As night falls, the atmosphere is getting warmer.

Bo Da looked at the Maori people dancing around the fire and said, "It turns out that there are square dances in New Zealand."

Wang Bo laughed and said, "Dad, that's not a square dance, it's a war dance. Seeing that, they're constantly beating their chests and making punches? This is a war dance."

Bo Ma couldn't help but babble: "They must love fighting, you see, they are all covered with tattoos, and they dance with teeth and grin, it's scary."

Wang Bo also explained: "Tattoos are the culture of the Maori people. This cannot be used as a basis for judging their personality, but on the whole, Maori people are more irritable and more likely to cause conflict with others."

Eva smiled, "Do you like tattoos?"

Wang Bo thought about it. There is a story in it. After graduating from high school, he was going to college. At that time, he wanted to have a tattoo. However, his tattoos are not for the purpose of pretending to look good or pretending, but for fear of being bullied in college in other places, and getting a tattoo can fool people.

At this point, Bo Dao and Bo Ma agreed with him at the time. The second old man was not a very rigid parent. They could accept small tattoos on his body.

After finally considering it, Wang Bo decided to forget it. The reason is that once the tattoo is not easy to find his wife, the circles he contacts are conservative, and the girls prefer big boys who are clean and honest rather than prodigals with many stories.

There are tourists staying in the town, the bonfire is burning high, and it can be seen in the center of the town. It is learned that the Maori people are engaged in a Hangzhou Yi dinner, and the tourists come by car.

Maori people are very good in this regard. They are very enthusiastic. When they see someone coming, a group of Maori people will do a war dance to welcome them.

Feeling the goodwill, the tourists followed the war dance in coordination, and the circle around the bonfire suddenly became larger in one go ...

Atulu waved his arms and cheered: "Guys, jump up, jump up, guys! Who else is coming? Come on, come, let's raise our glasses to cheer! Whoops, mayor! ! "

Wang Bo saw that everyone was reaching out to himself, and he had to stand up and pat his chest with a roar.

Just like DJ, Atulu cheered, "From the barking, loud voice of our savage mayor! Hey!"

"Oh! Whoo!"

A group of people followed, the Zhuangding people went crazy, and their wobbly tails followed, and the dog's face looked agitated.

Atulu sat down and said happily, "Boss, how is it? Is it interesting to have a lot of people?"

Wang Bo said: "Yes, it's very interesting, but you better pray that the fish we prepared is enough, anyway, the fish I prepared was prepared for fifty people."

Don't say fifty people, two hundred people!

The only thing he should be thankful for is that he didn't decide to stay in the ranch for a party, otherwise so many cows could make abortions just by making noises!

Atulu didn't care, and said, "Of course, no problem. In addition to beef and mutton, there are more than forty rabbits in it. One hundred people cannot eat these rabbits."

The rabbits from the ranch are very plump. Indeed, forty fat rabbits are enough for a hundred people to eat.

At more than eight o'clock in the evening, it was completely dark, and the Maori people began to shift the campfire.

The crowd turned away and shoved the burning fire to the side with an iron goblet, leaving a hot vacant lot of land in the end.

When the autumn wind blew the ground, several Maori went up and opened up layers of soil, finally revealing tightly wrapped foil and gauze.

Open the foil and gauze, a white steam rises like a sharp sword, bringing the mouth-watering flavour of meat.

The Maori people all stood up and cheered. Wang Bo didn't understand where the energy of these guys made him jump like this for a night, and his legs had cramps.

A tourist next to him looked at the Māori who was digging up the fish with interest, and said, "This is really interesting. I don't see such a pure Hangi in the city!"

Another said, "Of course, we can't ignite, smoke or loud, so we came to these towns."

After hearing this, Wang Bo was in a state of mind. If the sunset town is to build tourism, it must have its own characteristics, and returning to nature is a good characteristic.

Pieces of beef and sheep pork sprayed with incense were brought out, and there was only a complete hare and pheasant. The Maori people were still fairly general, and they were sent to Wang Bo first.

The food delivered was complete, a piece of beef, a piece of lamb, a piece of pork, and a chicken and a fat rabbit each.

The flavour of the meat was tangy, and Wang Bo raised his glass to signal to the Maori townspeople who delivered the meat, then sipped the wine in the glass, and the next Maori punched him.

There was a lot of food. He and his parents Eva could not eat, so he invited the tourists to eat together.

A white man took a bite and thumbs up: "Very good, my God, I'm going to eat my tongue! Can Hang Yi be so delicious?"

Some people exaggeratedly said, "I'm going to throw away my steamer, **** it, that steamer Hang Yi is too authentic, this is what Hang Yi feels!"

Wang Bo ate rabbit legs and asked, "Is there a steamer Hang Yi?"

The person next to him replied, "Yes buddy, it's an innovative thing. Dig a hole in the ground and bury an electric pot so that there is no flame and no smoke, and then the meat is cooked inside."

"That meat tastes like ****! I swear, I'm not exaggerating!"

"Oh, brother, don't say that, you're disgusted with my success!"

After eating the fish, the visitors did not silently praise the deliciousness of Hang Yi. Seeing this, Wang Bo asked the tourists around him, "If there is such a Hang Yi every day, but you need to pay to buy it, oh, like Are you interested in eating like a buffet? "

"Looking at the amount of money, if it is within my range, of course, I am willing to accept such a delicious and delicious Hangzhou Yi once. Dude, I can't eat such a taste in other places!"

Wang Bo nodded and understood that, if he did, Maori must have to enter his tourism industry to become an important part.

In fact, the Māori people hope this way. After a great deal, Aturu sat up and said, "Boss, there is something for me, guys, let me remind you."

"What's the matter? Salary? The salary will be collected when we go to work tomorrow." Wang Bo said.

"No, but it's autumn now. The building blocks in the town need to be painted. You see, my guys are all here. They will be happy to help you with this work ... Of course, you will need to Hangi." Lu grinned.

(To be continued.)