There was nothing much to do in the afternoon. Wang Bo and others sat in the camp drinking coffee and chatting. He listened to Atulu and Hani talking about the customs and customs of the South Island, and occasionally introduced China to them.
When he learned that the Chinese eat dog meat, Atulu shook his head vigorously: "Oh, my God, this is not allowed, man, how can you eat dog meat? This is illegal, and this is not allowed in New Zealand."
Hani also said: "I cannot accept that dogs and horses should not be eaten. Humans raise livestock for a purpose. Pigs, cows and sheep are specialized for eating meat. What about dogs? No, they are trained by humans to be friends and assistants. And they’re good at their job, so how can you eat them?”
Wang Bodao: "These are different customs in different regions. You know, our culture is different. There was a period in our history when we were not allowed to eat beef because the purpose of domesticating cattle was to work on the land."
Uncle Bing shook his head: "I can't accept eating dog meat either. Boss, have you ever eaten it?"
Wang Bo sternly denied: "How is it possible? Look how close the young man and the queen are to me? If I had eaten dog meat, they would definitely not treat me with this attitude."
"What kind of logic is this?" Charlie said disdainfully.
Time passed quickly while talking about different customs in different regions. This time there was a new activity in the evening, which was to light a bonfire and listen to Eva sing.
Wang Bo waved his hand: "No, we have to split up. Eva sings one song, and then we take turns singing one song, otherwise she will be too tired."
"Yeah, you can't let Eva's mouth get too tired. It has other uses at night." Bowen said with a shrug.
After hearing this, a group of people laughed. Kidd pretended to be serious and asked Elizabeth: "What are you laughing at? I don't understand."
"Go to hell!" Elizabeth picked up a stone and threw it.
"Boss, you sing first." Atulu suggested, "Sing it in Chinese. I haven't heard many Chinese songs."
Wang Bo spread his hands and said: "As you wish, let me sing "The Internationale"."
"No, no, no, sing the most popular one!"
“What’s the most popular?”
"'Little Man's Waist' or 'Old Driver Take Me'." Atulu said with a smile, "Ever since I found out about these two songs, I have been looking forward to them."
Wang Bo regretted letting these bitches learn Chinese. They even knew "Little Man's Waist". He swore on his chubby conscience that he had only heard of the title of the song, but he had never heard of it.
After a noisy night, they began to descend the mountain on Saturday. In the evening, when fire clouds filled the sky, they returned to the small pier.
The Crystal Palace fishing boat was still wandering on the lake. After Wang Bo called, Marop came to pick them up. Wang Bo looked at his parents and exclaimed: "Mom, dad, did you fish for three days?"
"Your mother and I are crazy." Bo's father rolled his eyes, "I came here specially to pick you up today. I only started fishing in the afternoon, and we went to sell vegetables in the morning. Do you know how much money we made? Ha, ten thousand in half a day, this The money is so good.”
Wang Bo: "RMB or New Zealand dollar?"
"Of course it's RMB," said the blogger, "Eighteen hundred New Zealand dollars."
After hearing this, Atulu muttered: "I don't want to be a policeman anymore. I want to sell vegetables. I can earn back a month's salary in four or five days."
"Then get out of here and resign."
"No, boss, I was just joking. How could you lose your right-hand man? I am a capable Atulu."
Joking, he got on the boat. There was an ice cabin on the fishing boat. The fish he caught could be slaughtered and put directly into the freezer. He went down to take a look. Bo's dad and mom were good fishers, and the ice cabin was filled with yellowtail, rainbow trout. Fish such as brown trout and some eels swam slowly in the icy water, apparently still alive.
Lake Hawea is rich in fishery resources. Wang Bo wondered if he could catch a lot of fish if he didn't put fry in it.
But this also means that if you want to form a fishing ground, you have to rely on yourself. If the resources in the lake are harvested, the New Zealand government will definitely not allow it.
On Sunday, while there was nothing wrong, Wang Bo took his father to drive to Otmatata, a small town.
This town is located on Highway 83, right in the middle of Sunset Town and Coolao, next to Lake Aviemore.
Otmatata's reputation is very low, and the same is true in the whole of New Zealand, but when it comes to freshwater products, then this town is famous, because Lake Aviemore is the largest freshwater aquaculture lake in New Zealand, and it relies on the mountains to eat. Relying on water, Otmatata focuses on the development of freshwater aquaculture.
However, freshwater aquaculture is not very popular in New Zealand. This is because New Zealand’s coastline is too long and its neighbor is Australia, a major seafood country, so there is no need to develop freshwater aquaculture.
Like Europeans and Americans, New Zealanders have little interest in spiny and fishy freshwater fish, preferring to eat meaty sea fish.
Driving into the town, there was a landmark building at the entrance, which was a fishing boat with a fishing net tied to it. Wang Bo stopped the car and went to take photos with his father. There happened to be locals around, who were very friendly and helped them take photos.
Dad Bo loosened his belt and said, "Xiao Bo, please stop the car first and wait while I find a bathroom to sort it out. Ai Ma, after holding back for a while, I finally found the service area."
Wang Bo said: "Dad, this is not a service area, this is the town of Otmatata I am talking about."
There was a moment of confusion on Dad Bo's face. He looked at the low houses in front of him and said, "This is the town? Why does it feel smaller than your Sunset Town? I thought this was a Daxing service area. Look, How big is this gas station?”
Wang Bo said awkwardly: "It must be big. This gas station is for refueling ships. It must be big. This is the town."
Otmatata is indeed a small town, but there's nothing you can do about it. How can this town develop its population if it only relies on a freshwater fishery that New Zealanders don't like very much
Taking his father with him, he went to a restaurant to eat first. After all, it was noon.
He had asked Kobe beforehand, and he entered a well-known local restaurant called 'The Seaweed Place'. It had a very literary name. If Kobe hadn't introduced it, he would have thought it was an aquarium.
The restaurant is old, and the waiters, cashiers, chefs, etc. are all old people, which is also a feature.
After Wang Bo entered, a seventy-year-old waiter came over with a smile and asked: "Welcome to the freshwater fish city of New Zealand. Are you tourists?"
Wang Bodao: "No, I'm here to buy fishing gear. I'm a new immigrant. I heard that the food here is very famous, so I came here to taste it."
The aunt was very happy after hearing what he said and said: "Of course, of course, I dare say this is the restaurant with the longest history in South Island. My grandma works here and my mother also works here. Now it's my turn, you see." , I have been working here for fifty years!”
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