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By All-Metal Shell
Time went into November, and at the beginning of the month, the weather was fine, and Motak walked lazily in his own pasture.
His ranch is different from Wang Bo's sunset ranch. It is divided into blocks. Different regions live with different ages and different types of livestock, but the largest one is mixed farming.
There are both cows and sheep in this area. The cattle are Angus cattle, mainly black, with a few red ones. Sheep are goats, Boer goats.
Hundreds of cattle and sheep live together, they do not appear contradictory, honestly stay on their own site, either grazing or drinking water, the atmosphere is very peaceful.
There are also Angus cattle and Boer goats, as well as Simmental and Romney sheep. There are many kinds of them, but you can see at a glance that there is a gap between them.
The mixed breed Angus cattle and Boer goats have a common feature, that is, the skin is bright, even if the body is contaminated with dirt and weeds, the color is still very bright.
Also, in terms of spirituality, the gap between the two sides is also great. The same is in quiet grazing. The feelings of Angus and Boer goats to Motak are full of spirits, especially when they walk, the spirit is full of energy. The look of the people makes people feel comfortable.
Other cattle and sheep are not like this. They are like small white-collar workers who work overtime for forty-eight hours in a row. They are listless and downcast, saying that they are ugly and even dead!
Before the introduction of these cattle and sheep from the high price of the sunset pasture, Motak felt that the livestock status of his ranch was quite good. There was no comparison and there was no harm. Now, compared with this, he can’t wait to pick up the cattle and sheep. God, how are you?
Although you are destined to become food, you must have dignity in making food, and you can't be looked down upon by human beings. You see these kind of people, and there is more confidence in people's lives. What about you?
Motak shook his head.
"Man, do you eat your head and pill? Or do you think that you are shaking the head for those Brahman cows for a while." A rough voice sounded.
Motak turned back and saw a middle-aged white man with a big belly. He wore a denim suit and a cowboy hat, dressed entirely by the rancher.
Of course, this person is a rancher. Motak greets him and hugs him. He laughs: "Vinson, my good buddy, how come you have time?"
"Not only Vincent, but also me, and Keane, Bolton and Old Moses." Another voice sounded, and a middle-aged man who was also dressed as a rancher came over from the door.
Motak excitedly beckoned: "Hah, Devitt, you bad guy, I haven't found you since I stole my deadly force. Did you dare to come to the door? Let's talk, why are you going to the door? Want to steal me? What?"
"I don't steal your things this time, just come and visit some. We heard that you have a lot of cattle and sheep here." Devitt and he shook hands and said, "We want to see what this cow and sheep look like."
Motak patted his arm and said: "Brother, I don't know who told you, but he gave you a good news, come on, these Angus and Boer goats, you can do it well. Hey."Another four ranchers talked and laughed, and Motak waved them to watch the ranch. They were all experts, and they didn't need to introduce them. They soon discovered the difference between the cattle and the flock.
The oldest Moses first exclaimed: "My God, these cows and sheep, the state is very wrong! Or, they seem to be very happy? I don't know how to describe it, anyway, I have never seen such a guy."
Motak said proudly: "Yes, guys, we have never seen such a cow."
His next cowboy beckoned and let him come over. The two men pulled a Boer goat and he pulled the goat's fur to reveal the tight sheepskin inside.
"You can look at its health, look at its skin, look at its eyes, look at its mouth, I bet you will be surprised. And you are most surprised, it must be its fleshy!"
"Elton, go, kill this sheep, I use this sheep to treat my old guys at noon today." Motak said happily to the cowboy.
Cowboy Elton smiled: "Boss, can I get a piece of meat?"
"Of course, you are my good assistant, I will give you a piece, and you can take a front leg."
The cowboy was excited. He whistled and took the sheep away. The rest of the ranchers looked at each other: "Motak, you guy is not a slam dunk. Isn't your cowboy can't even eat meat?"
Motak shrugged: "Advanced to have a cup of iced coffee, you will know the answer when the lamb comes out."
Devitt said cautiously: "Don't tell me that the meat of these sheep is the same as that produced by the sunset pasture!"
Motak shook his head in regret, saying: "No, not the same."
Several ranchers breathed a sigh of relief.
Then Motak said again: "But it can't be much worse. At least it is better than the meat of ordinary sheep. I will see you later."
Several ranchers entered the house, and Motak’s wife prepared iced coffee. They put their feet on the coffee table and sipped coffee to blow up the cows.
The ranchers talked about a few topics, which pastures were on fire, who had closed down on pastures, which cowboys had stolen which pasture, and the priest’s extramarital affairs, the weather in the South Island, and the price of beef and mutton in New Zealand. Amplitude and so on.
Usually these topics are enough for them to talk for a day, but this time they are careless, such as Keen and Bolton ranchers, looking directly outside, not to mention, they are waiting for lamb.
For more than an hour, Cowboy Elton sent the cleaned lamb, lamb chops and sheep bones.
Seeing this, several ranchers swarmed up and watched the mutton.
Their pastures produce beef and mutton every day. The meat quality can be seen at a glance. The color, compactness, pattern, fat content, and muscle fiber density are excellent in these aspects. It can even be said to be super good.
"It's a good lamb." Moses picked up a lamb rib and looked at it and sniffed, and finally couldn't help but sigh.Next, I waited for lunch. The pork ribs were fried in a pan, the hind legs were grilled, and the sheep bones were stewed with a pot of soup.
After the meat was on the table, Motak didn't have to say hello, everyone was familiar with it, just eat it.
Bolton and Devitt ate the fried lamb chops, while Moses chose a barbecue. They had a change in their flesh expressions. Motak sat proudly and smiled and said, "How are you, guys? I said You will be surprised!"
Devitt ate the lamb chops in a big mouth. After eating one piece, he cut the roast leg of lamb again, sprinkled with black pepper powder and stuffed it into his mouth. The gravy flowed down his mouth. He hurriedly rubbed it with his hand. The gravy is not willing to waste.
After all, Moses was calm and steady. He put down his fork and said, "Okay, Motak, I admit that you earned this time. Help me to contact the Chinese mayor. I also want to get some good goods."
"Plus me one."
"Of course I can't miss it."
"It seems that I can't buy a Ford Mustang, I have to buy Chinese cattle and sheep."
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