Happy Little Mayor

The two old men's beaks made Wang Bo's eyes wide open. The two were really sharp and they would do it. More than once, the old Peterson took the pipe to knock Maxson, and Maxson eventually pulled out the short saber.

This is the friendship of the old-school man. Wang Bo watched with peace of mind beside him. He saw with interest that the deep feeling between the two moved him.

After five full minutes of fighting, the two suddenly laughed again.

Maxson reached out to Wang Bo and said, "Let you see the joke, we two old guys will be like this every time we meet, handsome mayor, I hope you are not scared by us."

Peterson also explained, "We haven't seen each other for a long time. I haven't been back to Olympics for some time recently. This old guy would not go to Sunset Town, so I met again, a little excited."

Wang Bo waved his hand: "You are so polite. I like brothers like you. I hope that when I reach your age, someone will be able to fight like me."

Peterson shook his head and said, "This is not good. Boss, the reason this old guy likes to quarrel is because he is an old bachelor. I pity him to accompany him. I don't want you to be a bachelor because Eva is the world The best girl. "

"Your town mayor is also the best guy in the world." Maxson laughed, holding on to Wang Bo's hand and continued to say, "Thank you for everything you have done for this old man, seriously. You saved this poor black guy, and the job you gave him saved it. "

"It? This appellation is wonderful." The old cowboy also laughed.

Maxson guessed the purpose of their arrival, and let Wang Bo choose randomly. He said that in order to thank Wang Bo for his help to Peterson, he provided a set of horses for free.

Wang Bo was not embarrassed. Peterson smoked his pipe and said, "Come and choose, rest assured, this old **** is not a generous person. You finally have a chance to slaughter him and work hard!"

Maxson pointed at him and said, "But you know, you must know, I'll take all my losses back from you!"

The two of them started to quarrel again, while Wang Bo wandered around the shop himself.

The things inside are very delicate. He picked up a horse whip and shook it. The bell at the end of the handshake sounded a jingle bell. After the whip stroked a beautiful arc in the air, it made a crisp sound.

He chose a riding whip, and he picked another pair of boots of the right size. Looking at the rubbing of the soles, he asked in surprise: "Is this a handmade riding boot?"

New Zealand has achieved great industrial mechanization very early, but the things produced by machinery are considered to be lacking in spirituality, and more people like things produced by hand. Of course, the same products, handmade goods are much more expensive.

After hearing what he said, Peterson said, "Everything here is handmade, and my old man's family has done this job for generations. If you are interested, you can visit his hand workshop later."

Maxson laughed: "It's not all my work. There are other people who sell it on my behalf. Of course, it's all handmade. You can rest assured."

As he said, Wang Bo was interested. He reached out and took out a saber. The scabbard appeared to be tanned in calf leather. He pulled it out with a handle, and a cold, flashing blade appeared in front of him.

"Is this knife made by hand too?" He asked curiously.

Maxson nodded: "It's handmade, but it's not polished. You need to buy steel, hydraulic hammer forging, rapid pickling, and then forging with a machine tool. The final result is what you see."

He saw the expression of worship on Wang Bo's face, and waved his hand very low-key. Then he said, "This is a small craft. Modern machining has long been overlooked, that is, some nostalgic guys will like this stuff."

Wang Bo looked around with interest and said, "How are you doing business here?"

Maxson shrugged and said, "That's it. Maintain your life and reflect on the past. It's not bad anyway."

Wang Bo asked, "If I provide you with a house in Sunset Town, would you be interested in moving to us?"

Maxson half smiled and shook his head, apparently refused.

But Wang Bo didn't give up, he was full of interest in this old-fashioned denim goods store. Just such a store, after going to the town to integrate into the tourism link, can hold up a sky!

"Don't rush to refuse, cowboy, not only money, or not money, go to me first you can become a neighbor with your black guy, think about it, every day you get off work and sit in your workshop together Drink a little wine and eat good meat, and then discuss how to create a beautiful harness, what a beautiful life? "

"Second, you have such a good craft, do you want to lose it? I haven't seen you have an apprentice. My town will start tourism right away. You don't want to show your grandfather to your father, your father's craft to you. Will more people come and see? "

"Look, this knife has your name on it, right? This is your name, so you don't want your name to reach a completely strange country? Let the Chinese and Americans know your reputation?"

Maxson started rubbing his nose, he hesitantly said, "I'm not an exclusive secret technique, these are some techniques that have been eliminated."

"Existence is reasonable. Cowboys, the techniques taught by your grandpa and father, will not be eliminated, but they need to change a piece of soil to survive."

Maxson shook his head stubbornly: "No, no, I don't leave. This shop is also passed down from our family. I should stay here."

High salaries may not buy their loyalty, but it will definitely make them happy to help.

Peterson lowered his pipe to help Wang Bo urge him: "Old man, what are you doing here? Alone drinking? Alone watching John Wayne's movie? Alone by the stove? Go, sunset town is great, You go and see, you will like it. "

Wang Bo decided to release a heavy news: "I know that the old houses in New Zealand have an overall relocation structure. I can pay for it and move all of your houses to our town. How about it?"

Maxson was shaken, he said, "Let me think, mayor, let me think, this is my hometown ..."

"Go to the horse's hometown, it's the hometown with wine, meat, and folks!" Peterson hugged him and squeezed his pipe into his mouth.

Maxson didn't dislike it, and he took a hard breath. He gritted his teeth and said, "It's still a little sloppy, but if you say so, why don't I move over?"

"Cowboys need to be motivated, so let's say that!" Peterson shouted, "It's time to make your Maxson's craft reappear! It's time to let those cowboys playing mobile phones and riding motorcycles know what a knight costume is Now! "(To be continued.)