Happy Little Mayor

To catch these purple water chickens, we can only rely on the Zhuang Ding, because Wang Bo and his party are very difficult to succeed.

The purple water chickens are too cunning. They will not approach when they see someone in the flower field. They can only shoot and kill them. When there are many tourists by the lake, it is not appropriate to shoot.

Fortunately, these little guys were very powerful, and the fat cat brothers ran over with each other, and their fat faces were very proud.

They can't catch up with these birds, but the brothers are good at lurking. There are many waterweeds by the lake. They are lurking, and the purple water chicken cannot be found.

In this way, when pheasants came ashore, they suddenly popped out and could be easily caught.

Atulu sat down in the car and said, "Boss, can't we just watch?"

Wang Bo said impatiently: "You can grab it, run and grab it, just to lose weight."

Uncle Bing said, "Atulu, don't you have anything like bows or arrows or crossbows in your tribe? Give me one, and I will teach them how to make chickens in minutes!"

Maori Han said with frustration, "Sorry brother, we used to have a lot, but they were sold to tourists, especially Chinese tourists. They liked our crossbow and all bought it at a high price."

Wang Bodao: "This, how did they bring them out of customs?"

Atulu shrugged, "I don't know, anyway, they are really rich. My neighbor's house has a crossbow gun that has been useless for more than ten years and can only be hung on the wall as a decoration. It was also bought by a Chinese. How much did it cost? Two thousand five hundred! "

"The Chinese are so rich now, why?" Kidd said enviously.

Elizabeth rubbed the lady's rifle in her hand and said, "Are you still short of money?"

Kid laughed: "Of course, a lot, the boss is very generous, I am very satisfied with my income."

Uncle Bing patted the car door and said, "Where did this go? We are not here to catch these purple water chickens. In fact, it is very easy to get them without a gun. I will set up a few traps."

Bingge nodded: "I have a hundred kinds of traps to catch these purple water chickens."

Wang Bo thought it was boring, and said, "Let's hit the target, park the car in the flower field, then hide in the car and fire!"

Several cars drove to the flower field, and after stopping for a while, the purple water chicken flew over.

"These things are so stupid, aren't their brains the size of walnut kernels?" Atulu chuckled.

The Mexican pretty boy gave him a sideways glance, and said, "Look at the size of their heads, how big do they think they can fit?"

Bowen grinned: "You have misunderstood our Maori buddies. He is astonished because he calculates with his own head ratio. The brains of these birds should be as big as peanuts."

Aturu was furious and said, "Are you sure you want to insult us Māori? You are playing with fire!"

Wang Bo is really heartbroken about leading this group of funny subordinates.

Fortunately, he still has reliable subordinates such as Bing Shubing and Conley. After the purple water chickens landed, a few muzzles were raised. Uncle Bing whispered: "I shout for one, two, three, and then shoot together? "

"OK!"

"one two Three!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The crisp sound of gunfire sounded, and the scene of gorgeous feathers flying in the air suddenly appeared in the flower field, and the purple water chickens who were eating the lavender sprouts were scared to urinate.

The surviving purple-water chickens rushed and ran as fast as some crazy dogs.

Wang Bo didn't understand: "They obviously have wings? Why don't they fly?"

Kang Li raised his hand and said, "Boss, I know the reason, because the purple water chicken is too heavy. Although the wings can fly, it consumes more energy. In contrast, running is a more suitable escape method. Knowing that this is New Zealand, there were no powerful predators before humans appeared. "

The purple water chicken hunted with a gun has no edible value. Even if it is not broken, the bullets cause severe damage in the body. The chicken has a gunpowder flavor and is completely unpalatable.

They couldn't eat so much, and the Queen of the Tinkers captured a lot of them.

One person killed two purple water fowls, and the event ended that day.

Wang Bo can continue to hunt, but Kidd and others will not do it again. This is the concept they have received and developed since childhood.

If you catch purple water chicken, eat purple water chicken.

After they followed Wang Bo, they also developed this habit, leaning on mountains to eat stones and leaning on lakes to drink fresh water.

New Zealanders hunt and enjoy the process of hunting game, not eating these things.

But eating is the source of power, so New Zealand's animals are not always killing, because everyone just goes to entertain, and it ends after a while.

Entertainment can only be carried out once in a while, and eating and drinking are indeed three meals a day and 30 days a month!

Handling chickens and ducks by the lake is simple. Slaughter to remove blood, boil the water and blanch the chicken skins.

The meat of the purple water chicken is white and tender, but with a fishy smell, which is also the natural body smell of wild birds and birds.

Wang Bo smeared the fish with onion **** garlic and cooking wine, and then sprinkled the lemon juice with the New Zealand method, so that the Chinese and Western dishes were mixed, and the chicken had no odor.

He asked Aturu to roast this kind of chicken, and there were some chickens just plucking hair. Then he found some broad vegetable leaves, eggplant leaves, sweet potato leaves, etc. from the vegetable field. stew.

After seeing it, Aturu laughed and said, "Is this a new way of Hang Yi? Chief, you are really smart enough."

Wang Bo gave him a grimace and said: "This is called a chicken, and it has a history of thousands of years in our country! It is longer than the history of your Maori tribe!"

Atulu was not convinced, and said, "We, the Maori, have a history of two thousand years."

"When we have no culture? Why don't you say that the Maori people have opened up the world to have today's New Zealand?" Wang Bo sniffed. "What's more, even if you have a history of 2,000 years? The Chinese nation has a history of 5,000 years. Is it comparable?

Eva came and pulled them apart, and said helplessly: "My God, it's just a chicken. How can we discuss the history and culture of the two nations?"

Wang Bo proudly said, "Anyone who commits Chinese crimes must be suppressed!"

The bonfire burned for an hour, he extinguished the bonfire and dug the soil, and the mud ball wrapped in purple water chicken had been dried.

Wang Bo picked it up and threw it on the ground. A ‘Kaba’ sounded, the dried mud turned into pieces, and the roasted rotten vegetable leaves were exposed, revealing the white chicken inside.

The chicken was exposed to the air, and the fragrant steam was immediately emitted. Aturu, regardless of which ethnic history, has a longer history, said together: "This chicken looks good, I taste it."

Wang Bo gave the chicken one and two halves to the Zhuang Ding and the Queen. The Zhuang Ding pushed Aturu with his head and stared at him: Paralysis, do you really want to grab the meat of Lao Tzu? I fight with you!

Atulu had to go and get one, and then the little king came up and stared at Atulu with a more arrogant eye: believe it or not, have you eaten? Believe it or not, a fat man like me can eat both raw? !!

As a result, Maori strongmen can only continue to row down. (To be continued.)