The ranch finally calmed down, and Wang Bo asked the cowboys to count the losses.
What left him speechless was that he thought that the Bull Demon King who broke his leg or was disabled was fine at all. This guy was too thick-skinned and rough. He just flew out and fell. He probably suffered a concussion or something like that. The anesthetic was taking effect at the time, so I couldn't get up.
Anyway, when I finally checked on the Bull Demon King, I found that the big bull was still in good health.
Wang Bo took it out. When leaving the pasture, the Bull Demon King was very unwilling and turned around to grab the rope and run away.
The young queen and the little king immediately opened their mouths and bit the meat on its body, especially the little king. After one bite, the Bull Demon King screamed and fell to his knees in pain.
Wang Bo took it out of the pasture, injected it with anesthesia again and put it down. Then he pierced a hole between its nose and put a copper ring on it.
The resistance of the Bull Demon King was extremely strong. As soon as the copper ring was put on it, it woke up shaking its head.
Lao Wang slapped it hard on the head and said, "Hey, fat pig, how do you feel about the ring on the nose?"
With this copper ring, it is equivalent to a tight spell to control the Bull Demon King. Tie a rein to the copper ring, and tie the other end to a willow tree. The Bull Demon King struggled, but the copper ring strangled his nose and hurt him so much that he did not dare to move. .
Lao Wang slapped it on the head again: "Aren't you awesome? Come on, drag this tree out for me if you dare, or be cruel and break its nose to pieces, come on!"
The Bull Demon King looked longingly at the pasture not far away, raised his head and mooed twice, his voice hoarse and without any fighting spirit.
The king of a generation is at the end of his rope!
Wang Bo continued to pat it on the head: "Are you still aggrieved? Are you still barking? Mad, if it weren't for your good breeding, now you have joined the Sunset Town luxury dinner barbecue set series, do you understand?"
The Bull Demon King stopped barking and lay on the ground dejectedly. I compromised with my fate.
The pasture began to be zoned for breeding. Peterson and Cousins took the lead in finding an engineering team to start construction on the pasture. They wanted to build breeding cattle areas and cow areas, and other cattle and sheep could be grazed.
Wang Bo was about to go back, and Little Loli took out her mobile phone and showed it to him: "Teacher, teacher, I took a lot of photos and videos, do you want to post them online?"
I took the phone and looked at it. The video was recorded when they arrived at the ranch. A group of cows chased a dog, a dog chased a cow, and a cow chased a group of white yaks...
Judging from the video, the tragic atmosphere can still be felt deeply. Once the cattle go crazy, it will be simply terrifying.
But it quieted down quickly. Now the pasture has returned to calm. It is probably because the heart of the pasture has played a soothing role. The chickens, ducks, cattle, sheep and deer seem to have forgotten the previous terrible scene, and will stay quietly on their own territory.
Several buffaloes stood with their front legs on land and their hind legs still in the water. They exposed their strong front legs and blinked their eyes to watch. These guys originally wanted to go ashore to find pasture, but they were frightened.
Wang Bo took another video and photo of the buffalo, and then posted them together on Sunset Town’s official Weibo, official INS and official Twitter.
When he returned to the office, he put down his chair and lay down to rest. When he was about to get off work, there was a knock on the door.
He adjusted his sitting position and said please come in, and then an unexpected face appeared, small town writer Hill.
Hill waved his hand and asked, "Mr. Mayor, am I not disturbing you?"
Wang Bo motioned him to sit down and said, "No, what do you want from me?"
Hill took his husky named Rachel with him. As soon as this bastard came in, he stared at Wang Bo with a straight look in his eyes, making the latter think there was something on his face.
Mr. Writer tied the husky to the door, then laughed dryly and said: "You are such a mayor, didn't you say you could talk to me about literature? You said you had some creative ideas that you could discuss with me."
"Oh!" Wang Bo remembered. The two had communicated on the day of the garage sale. He really liked to exchange literature and literature. After all, he was also a cultural person from a higher education institution.
Taking out two bottles of lemonade, he handed one to Hill and drank one himself. He sat on the table and said, "What type of things do you usually write?"
"Fantasy, um, adventure, and occasionally urban stories like crime solving," Hill said.
'Kakakaka', a burst of noise sounded.
Hill said without looking back: "Rachel, don't chew on the door. This is not our door!"
The husky let go of the wooden door, tilted his head to look at the two of them, and lay on the ground bored.
Wang Bo saw clear tooth marks on the wooden door and suddenly felt a pain in his balls. Damn it, it will be replaced with an iron door in the future.
Hearing him tell these stories, Wang Bo had several thoughts in his mind. He said: "Fantasy story? The kind of Lord of the Rings? A Song of Ice and Fire, right? This kind of story is not easy to write. It needs to create a huge character." World, adventure and urban stories, I suggest you write these two first.”
If literature wants to be successful, it needs market support. The market in New Zealand is too small, with a population of only four million.
In this way, after excluding children and teenagers who don't like reading, there are only 3 million people left. After excluding those who can't read in English, there are only 2.5 million people left. So after all that, the number of people who like to read is estimated to be only 2.5 million. There are tens of thousands left.
Therefore, Wang Bo said after some analysis: "You have to write about crime and solving crimes, and follow the route of film and television adaptation. Only in this way can you make money."
Hill said distressedly: "I do have some stories in this genre, but it's difficult to support a TV series. It tests your thinking too much..."
Wang Bo happened to be analyzing some cases in New Zealand recently, and he could indeed give him a lot of advice in this regard. He turned the computer screen and said, "Look at these cases. New Zealand has so many unsolved cases in the past ten years. Let's start with them." , you don’t have to make it up!”
"I have this idea, aren't New Zealanders very nostalgic? You could write a story where a young policeman in modern times is given a notebook, and he writes down case analysis in it, and someone adds to it. And sometimes, There will also be records of some cases in the notebook, and the person who recorded these cases was a policeman ten years ago... "
"In other words, through this notebook, a modern policeman can communicate with a policeman ten years ago. Using this time difference, let the young policeman guide the policeman to solve the case..."
After hearing his idea, Hill's eyes shone, and he stood up and said: "Good idea, good idea, this idea is great! I thought of it, damn, I thought of a better idea, if How about setting the policeman from ten years ago as his brother? The brother who was a policeman suddenly disappeared and people thought he was a criminal absconder, so the protagonist became a policeman... "
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