It was November. At the beginning of the month, the weather was sunny, and Motak was walking lazily in his pasture.
His pasture is different from Wang Bo's Sunset Ranch. It is divided into pieces. Different areas are home to different ages and different types of livestock. However, the largest piece of it adopts mixed farming.
There are both cattle and sheep in this area. The cattle are Angus cattle, mainly black, with a few red ones interspersed. Sheep are goats, Boer goats.
Hundreds of cattle and sheep live together, and there is no conflict between them. They stay on their own territory honestly, either eating grass or drinking water. The atmosphere is very peaceful.
Angus cattle and Boer goats are also raised around, as well as Simmental cattle, Romney sheep, etc. There are many types, but at a glance you can see that there are differences between these cattle and sheep.
The mixed Angus cattle and Boer goats have one thing in common, that is, their coats are shiny, and even if they are stained with soil and weeds, the color is still bright.
Other cattle and sheep are not like this. They are like white-collar workers who work overtime for forty-eight hours straight. They are listless, dejected, and to put it worse, some are even lifeless!
Before he bought these cattle and sheep from the Sunset Ranch at a high price, Motak felt that the livestock in his ranch were in good condition. There really was no harm without comparison. Now with such a comparison, he wanted to beat those cattle and sheep. He was a little energetic. Is God good
Although you are destined to become food, you must have dignity as food and not be looked down upon by humans. Look at people like you, how confident you are in living, how about you
Motak shook his head.
"Man, have you taken ecstasy or something? I saw you were shaking your head at those Brahman cows for a while." A rough voice sounded.
Motak turned around and saw a middle-aged white man with a big belly. He was wearing a cowboy suit and a cowboy hat, looking exactly like a rancher.
Of course, this man was a rancher. Motak went up to him and hugged him, smiling: "Vinson, my good man, why are you here so free?"
"Not only Vincent, but also me, Keane, Burton and old Moses." Another voice sounded, and a middle-aged man dressed as a rancher came from the door.
Motak waved excitedly: "Ha, Dewitt, you bad guy, you stole my lethal force last time and I haven't found you yet. How dare you come to my door? Tell me, why are you here this time? You want to steal it from me." What?"
"I'm not stealing your stuff this time, I'm just here to visit. We heard that you have a group of cattle and sheep here that are very good?" DeWitt shook hands with him and said, "We want to come and see what these cattle and sheep look like."
Motak patted his arm and said: "Brother, I don't know who told you, but he gave you good news. Come on, you can take a good look at these Angus cattle and Boer goats. Look."
Four more ranchers came over chatting and laughing, and Motak waved to them to watch the ranch. They were all experts, and no introduction was needed. They quickly discovered the differences between the cattle and sheep.
Moses, the oldest, exclaimed first: "My God, these cattle and sheep are in a very wrong state! Or do 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 cattle and sheep."
He waved to one of his subordinate cowboys to come over, and the two of them pulled a Boer goat over. He pulled the goat's fur aside, revealing the tight sheepskin underneath.
"You can look at its health status, its skin, its eyes, and its teeth. I bet you will be surprised. And what will surprise you most is definitely the quality of its flesh!"
"Elton, go and kill this sheep. I will use this sheep to entertain my old guys at noon today." Motak said happily to the cowboy.
Cowboy Elton was all smiles: "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 away a front leg."
The cowboy suddenly became excited. He whistled and led the sheep away. The remaining ranchers looked at each other: "Motak, you are not a stingy person. Don't you even get the meat from your cowboys?"
Motak shrugged and said, "Go in and have a cup of iced coffee first. You'll know the answer when the mutton comes out."
DeWitt said cautiously: "Don't tell me that the meat quality of these sheep is the same as that produced by Sunset Ranch!"
Motak shook his head regretfully and said, "No, it's different."
Several ranchers breathed a sigh of relief.
Then Motak added: "But it's not much different. At least the meat quality is definitely much better than that of ordinary sheep. See you later."
Several ranchers entered the house. Motak's wife prepared iced coffee. They put their feet up on the coffee table, drank coffee and boasted.
The topics the ranchers talk about are nothing more than which ranch is on fire, which ranch has closed down, which ranch a few cowboys ganged up to steal, as well as the rancher’s extramarital affairs, the weather in the South Island, and the changes in beef and mutton prices in New Zealand. Amplitude etc.
Normally, these topics would be enough for them to chat for a whole day, but this time they were all careless. The two ranchers, Keen and Burton, looked directly at the outside. Needless to say, they were waiting for the lamb.
In about an hour, Cowboy Elton delivered the cleaned mutton, mutton chops and mutton bones.
Seeing this, several ranchers swarmed up and looked at the mutton.
Their pastures produce beef and mutton every day. The quality of the meat can be seen at a glance, including color, compactness, pattern, fat content, and density of muscle fibers. The mutton in front of you is of the best quality in these aspects, and can even be said to be superb.
"It's really good lamb." Moses picked up a lamb rib and looked at it and smelled it, and finally couldn't help but sigh.
Then we waited for lunch. The ribs were fried in a pan, the hind legs were grilled, and the lamb bones were stewed in a pot of soup.
After the meat was served, Motak didn't need to greet him. Everyone was familiar with it and could eat it as he pleased.
Burton and DeWitt ate fried lamb chops, while Moses chose a piece of barbecue. Their expressions changed as they ate the meat. Motak sat there proudly and smiled: "How is it, guys? I said You will definitely be surprised!”
DeWitt ate the lamb chops with big mouthfuls. After eating one piece, he cut up the roasted lamb leg, sprinkled black pepper on it and stuffed it into his mouth. The juice flowed out from the corners of his mouth. He hurriedly wiped it with his hands. The gravy is not willing to be wasted.
After all, Moses was calm and mature. He put down his fork and said, "Okay, Motak, I admit that you made a profit this time. Please help contact the Chinese mayor. I also want to get some good stuff."
"Add me one."
"Of course I can't miss it."
"It seems that I can no longer buy a Ford Mustang. I have to buy Chinese cattle and sheep." (.)