Wang Bo was hesitating whether he should leave or not. The atmosphere at the beginning was really not good and it would be awkward for him to stay here.
But surrounded by Robo, Mondo and others, he had to move forward. Someone on both sides put their arms around him, half pushing and half taking the initiative, and he walked into the villa.
The fat Han Sula followed behind him dejectedly, and someone was hugging him and talking in a low voice, trying to comfort him.
These farmers are very nervous. They don't think what happened just now is a big deal. Wang Bo felt a little grudge in his heart, but when he looked at the other farmers later, it seemed that they didn't take the fight between the two people seriously.
He walked into the house with the crowd. There were more than a dozen people inside, so together there were thirty or forty people, which was more than the number of cars at the door.
Apparently the conflict just now had alarmed everyone in the room. A man with a beard saw them coming in and asked, "What's going on? It seems like there's a fight outside? Sula, you bad-tempered bastard, you must be the one causing the trouble!" "
"Sura, who deserves a beating, didn't get this name for nothing! Haha!"
"Snow, Sean, you are the bastard who deserves a beating!" The fat man immediately glared and became aggressive again.
Luo Bo didn't want to dwell on this topic. He clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention and said, "It's nothing. We just met and it's inevitable that we need to get used to each other. The main reason is that Sura was screwed, so we made a mess outside."
"Been raped by a dog?"
"Sura wants to change his nickname? Sura who was fucked by a dog? Haha!"
"Fuck the squid!" The fat man raised his middle finger and cursed everywhere.
The little parrot flapped its wings and said disdainfully: "Ah, you are a bitch! Ah, you are a strong man Risula!"
Wang Bo turned his head, glared, and whispered: "Stop swearing and be honest!"
The commander pouted the bird's beak and bent his neck in dissatisfaction, trying to tuck his head into the wings. However, the gray parrot's neck was too short to tuck it in, so he almost stretched his neck...
Next came another wave of introductions, more than thirty farmers, some with first names, some with surnames, and some with nicknames. Even though Lao Wang had a good memory, he couldn't remember them and could only remember them roughly.
The living room is filled with smoke. Although New Zealand has been advocating a ban on smoking, this is definitely impossible, especially for farmers and ranchers, smoke is life.
Lao Wang doesn't smoke, but he knows that cigarettes are a bridge to communicate feelings, so he takes one out and holds it in his mouth at any time after entering the house.
He doesn't have to compromise with these farmers, but as a mature person, he must have the awareness to do as the Romans do.
The house has no heating system, only air conditioning. The fireplace in the hall is always burning, and there is a hanging coffee pot on the bonfire, with aroma coming out.
Wang Bo took a sniff and found that the aroma was really ordinary, far worse than the coffee brewed by his own Lingquan.
After getting to know each other, the farmers no longer dwelled on the previous voicings. This is one of the rural cultures of New Zealand. The characters of most farmers and ranchers are as rough and rough as their clothes.
Under Mondo's guidance, the topic turned to Wang Bo: "Man, what are you going to plant in spring? Are you still the same as old Vince?"
Lao Wang learned about it when he bought the farm and ranch. Wensi used to grow pasture, soybeans, corn and wheat, all on a large scale.
His approach is a typical New Zealand farm business model. A few large farms account for the majority of total agricultural product sales, and the products are simple. Generally, small farms only produce one or two products, while larger ones produce three or four.
Wang Bo pondered for a moment. To be honest, he hadn't thought about it yet. He was not a qualified farmer.
Mondo suggested enthusiastically: "Wang, don't follow the example of Old Wensi. Why do you plant so many things? We are just a medium-sized ranch. It is more profitable to plant two things than to plant a variety of things."
According to statistics, three quarters of New Zealand's farms worth more than $500,000 produce less than three types of products.
Not only for unified management, but also for better sales.
Farmers in New Zealand are not only farmers, but also entrepreneurs. On the one hand, they have to engage in agricultural production, and on the other hand, they have to find suitable markets and seek better prices for the large amounts of agricultural products they produce.
Multiple development is the traditional idea of the Wensi family. Their family is more like Chinese than New Zealanders. They like to develop steadily and do not like to put their eggs in one basket.
Wang Bo rubbed his chin and said, "I may change my thinking this year, such as growing some vegetables. As you know, organic vegetables are becoming more and more popular now."
Mondo nodded and said: "This is a good idea. I also plan to open up a piece of land for vegetable cultivation, but damn, I don't have the skills and I have to buy new machines. Maybe this is not a good idea."
A ship is too big to turn around, and its tail is too big to fall off. For the same reason, once these farms decide what cash crops to plant, they will have to do it for many years. This is because New Zealand farms rely too much on machinery, and different crops require different machinery for sowing and harvesting. .
Others started discussing, and the bearded man muttered: "I still want to grow food. I just built two 60-ton grain storage tanks last year, which cost me 40,000 yuan."
Someone sighed: "I also want to grow vegetables, but the financial pressure is too great. Chinese people, do you plan to grow vegetables at all? Then you will have to invest millions, right?"
"One million is not enough, at least two million is required. How big is his farm? My cousin's farm only has two hundred acres. It cost 900,000 to convert it into a vegetable planting field."
Wang Bo also knows that organic agricultural products are suitable for small farms. It is true that these agricultural products do not require the use of chemical fertilizers and pesticides after termination, saving labor and effort.
However, it needs to be simply processed in the later stage and then put on the market to make profits at a price several times higher than ordinary vegetables.
These tasks cannot be fully mechanized, and labor must be hired during the process. Labor costs in New Zealand are very expensive. Small farms can just do it with their own family members. If the farm is too big and employs too many workers, the profit margin will not be that big.
Wang Bo knew this, so he just assumed that the vegetable garden he planted in the past year would produce a large amount of vegetable seeds for him after autumn.
These seeds must be improved varieties. It would be a waste not to plant them, but if they were planted, he would not have time to take care of them, and the heart of the pasture could not control such a long distance.
So, he listened to everyone's discussion, remained silent for a moment and said, "If I really can't decide what to plant, I might also rent the land out."
Farm leasing is very common in New Zealand. In addition to their own land, many large farmers also rent land to make production and sales more contractual. Expanding production through renting land is a good way to reduce debt crisis and agricultural risks.
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