Happy Little Mayor

The white woman smiled and said, "This is made from black pigs from Iberia. They grow in southwestern Spain. They eat the acorns in the woods and are naturally stocked. The meat is particularly good."

"This ham is marinated and air-dried for 24 to 48 months. The process is very complicated and therefore expensive. Moreover, this ham pork ham is low in salt and can lower cholesterol, which is the best food."

Wang Bo doesn't care about money. He wants to know how good the best ham in Europe is. He also raises a large group of pigs. Thinking about the pigs running in the wind on the ranch, he has a headache ...

He waved his hand happily, pointing at the black pig ham and saying, "All, give me a call, I'll buy it."

The woman was surprised: "Are you serious? All? The whole leg?"

"Yes." Wang Bo pulled out his card and put it on the table.

He wanted to go back and ask Eva to try them, not knowing how delicious the black pig ham was.

The woman glanced at him suspiciously, then quickly took off the black pig's leg and put it on a precise electronic scale, muttering: "Young man, if you are making fun of me, I swear to let you taste the power of women's iron fist!"

Pharaoh looked at her fist like a sea bowl, and then looked at her thick arms. She felt that this was not a fool's word, and she might not be able to retreat when she really did it!

The ham is very strong. It has been steamed and dried. This ham is 42.4 pounds, which is more than 40,000 pieces.

The woman was more friendly, and asked after the quote, "Are you sure you want to buy it? Now you regret it."

Wang Bo laughed: "Swipe the card, I'm hot ham."

The woman hesitated and said, "Well, I still have my own ham here. It's a local pig. It tastes good. It's 42,000 pieces. Can you take it back to taste?"

Black pig ham is already 21,200 pieces, which means that he sold 800 pieces of this big ham to Wang Bo, which is really a price of conscience and a disguised discount for him.

Until the card was swiped, the women looked a bit dreamy. After looking at the phone's receipt information, they kept looking at Wang Bo: "God, did you just win a big prize?"

Pharaoh laughed: "Yes, I won a prize."

His casual jokes made women look serious, hesitantly said: "It seems that I have really seen you in the winning news ..."

For foreigners, yellow face blindness is very common.

Wang Bo left the ham shop. He wanted to come in and buy some sausage and bread, but now he has two big hams in his hand.

The two hams were carefully wrapped and separated in bags, so he hung them around the strong man's neck.

The smell of ham has been irritating the mastiff's nose, and drooling all the way back, the drool flow is greater than the light rain outside.

The township is very quiet on a rainy day, the center of the town is a bit large, and going out is the farm.

Four granaries stood on the top of the field, as if they were four giants. There is an agricultural machinery warehouse nearby, but the inside is empty, and the houses in the distance look unpopular, as if nobody is there.

A group of wild birds passed through the rain curtain. They flapped their wings and disappeared into the woods. Then an old hen came out of the woods, surrounded by golden chickens, leisurely planing for food.

If usually, the strong man would run to frighten and scare them, this would carry two big hams on his shoulders, his attention was on it, and drooling meant a lot of stress.

After a stroll around, Wang Bo returned to the hotel to pack things, and was ready to participate in the sheep auction with Hani.

The auction is held in the town hall. This is a very common way of selling agricultural and sideline products in New Zealand. The last time Wang Bo went to participate was officially held. In fact, private farmers and ranchers often held their own auctions.

In contrast, the private agricultural auctions are more lively than the official organization, and there are more participants, because the official organized auctions deduct commissions for grading and handling fees, the private ones do not. organization.

Mondo hasn't come yet, Wang Bo showed the tickets, but the old security guard shook his head with a smile: "We welcome all guests. No tickets are needed."

Pharaoh was silent. Yesterday Mundo also said how rare the tickets were for this auction, which moved Pharaoh for a while and felt that he owed him a favor.

When he sat down, a chubby boy took out a box of beer, and then sent it out one by one.

Wang Bo looked at Kurau's famous dark beer and smiled, "I didn't expect such benefits."

"This kind of welfare is rare." The rancher next to him took a sip and smiled. "This is a gift from Mr. Thomas Wesley-Georg. He happened to be in Curau today and decided to participate in this auction. Bring these little gifts. "

"Thomas Wesley-Gall?" Wang Bo read the name for a moment and frowned. "This name is a little familiar."

Hani drank the beer: "You should be familiar with him. He and you are half-travelers. He is the rancher on the North Island. The centaur ranch in his hand must have tens of thousands of acres?"

In this way, the Pharaoh remembered this name. The rancher of the centaur ranch, who participated in the Kurau auction last time, had met and was a small white man with a big belly.

It was said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived. After a minute or two, Thomas came out with a smile. He was like a star. The ranchers waved at him as soon as he appeared, and he greeted everyone with a loud voice:

"Kevin, you guy here? Chris, I heard you went to Australia for a vacation? It seems I don't know. Hey, Kaka, who are you with? Oh baby, you You can't drink beer, you are only ten years old! "

Saying hello, he came to Wang Bo's side, and then he gave a surprise expression: "My God ..."

"Mr. Geer, hello, you were right last time. We are very destined. This is the second time I came to Kurau and the first time to Ogma town. I met you again." Said.

After hearing what he said, Thomas had a happy smile on his face: "Yes, what did I say? Fate! I'm glad to meet you here, can we sit together, right?"

"welcome."

Seeing that Geer was so enthusiastic about him, people around him asked each other his identity.

Someone knew him and said, "This is the boss of the sunset ranch."

"Hoo!" A group of people exclaimed softly.

Others joked: "The ranchers of the North and South Island met today. This is a historical meeting. Maybe we have to record this moment."

The auction started immediately. There was no red tape. Someone took the two black goats directly to the podium and started to introduce themselves: "Most people know me, right? I'm Bicester, this is me Bicester Black Goat ... "

(To be continued.)