Four hundred and eighty-three chapters play is experience
"Dumplings, what are you talking about?" Marx and Schwede sat at the other end of the table, separated by a few people. The expressions on Hong Tao and Pan's face changed so much during the exchange just now that even Marx's curiosity
All hooked up.
"Dumpling and I are planning a trip to Europe. Once the fishing competition is over, we will start taking action and visit all the cities in Europe. We will also go back to my home to see it. I haven't been back to Oslo for many years.
, Marx, Schweder, are you willing to come with us? How about we go backpacking?" Before Hong Tao could make up the lie, Pan told the truth directly, and finally invited the Marx brothers to go on the road together.
"You are all lunatics. I won't go, so let Marx accompany you." When Schweder heard Pan's grand plan, his head shook like a plucked drum.
"Oh, dear, I'm sorry that I still have many topics in the laboratory that require me, so I can't accompany you. Dumpling, I wish you a good time!" Marx said it more politely, but the central idea was the same as his brother:
I have no time!
After breakfast, everyone returned to the wooden house, checked the fishing gear that needed to be used, and then attached the identification tags issued by the organizing committee, and then transported them outside the door and stacked them together, waiting for the volunteers to come forward.
Come for unified shipping and transportation. We only carried some light equipment on our bodies, and walked to the dock.
At 7 o'clock sharp, the motorboats of the competition began to carry the participating fishermen to their respective fishing grounds. This time, there were more motorboats responsible for transporting them. It took almost two trips to transport all the fishermen. However, so far in the competition,
It hasn’t officially started yet, the official game time won’t be until 9
At 0 o'clock, there will be a unified sound alarm on the GPS receiver of each fishing team. Before this signal is sent, no fishing team can touch the fishing-related equipment. It cannot go into the water, but the camp will be cleaned and installed.
Tent work can still be carried out.
"Max, you and Schweide are responsible for transporting the reeds we cut to a distant place, and Wang and I are responsible for cutting the reeds." As soon as his toes touched the shore of the fishing position, Hong Tao immediately transformed into the captain of the fishing team.
Start giving orders and arranging work.
Hong Tao and Wang Jian took out two sickles bought from the town from the tennis bags they were carrying, and started to sweep the reeds on the shore. In fact, these things are not reeds, at least the stems are not as thick as reeds.
It's tough, and the leaves aren't that big or long. Marx couldn't even name it, he just said it was an aquatic plant!
There is another detail, that is, the European sickle and the Chinese sickle are almost twin brothers. They look similar. They are not the taller-than-human things that the God of Death holds in the movie. When I went to the town yesterday to buy a sickle, Hong Tao
I did see the blade part of the death sickle, but according to the salesperson in the store, that thing is not called a sickle, but a cedar knife. It is not used to harvest wheat, but to cut grass for livestock.
Originally, Hong Tao wanted to buy one and try it, but when the salesperson installed the 2-meter-long wooden handle, Hong Tao grabbed it and tried it. He couldn't play it at all and could barely talk about it, but how to stop was a problem.
.If you use this thing to cut the grass, the grass will probably not be cut. All the people next to you will be accidentally injured.
In fact, even if Hong Tao wants to buy something, he won't sell it. For city dwellers dressed like Hong Tao and Pan, the salespersons in this store that specializes in selling agricultural machinery and pesticide feeds are very serious. You have to ask clearly about anything you want to buy. If you don’t know how to use it, you won’t sell it directly! But he was very kind and said that he could teach Hong Tao how to use it after get off work, and after he learned it, he could sell it to him.
If a worker wants to do his job well, he must first sharpen his tools!
With the help of the sickle and a reasonable division of labor, two young men, Hong Tao and Wang Jian, worked hard to sweep away. The Marx brothers followed behind and tied the cut reeds into bundles, then transported them to a place farther away from the shore and threw them into the reeds.
It only took more than 40 minutes to sweep away two large reeds in the bush, leaving only roots less than a bundle high on the ground.
Fortunately, these are not reeds, and the stems are not that hard. They will fall down if you step on them, and they will not stand on the ground and sting people. If they were reeds, this place would be impossible to stay in, and they would be exposed in the sun.
Just like a small steel pipe, the soles of slippers can pierce you.
If you were in China, you wouldn't have to go to the agricultural science station to buy a bucket of herbicide, and then spray it on the grass, and then go ahead and do whatever you want. Wait two hours and you'll
Looking again, all the grass was lying softly on the ground, withered and yellow, as if it had just been blown by the cold Siberian wind for a month.
At this time, you don't even need to mow. You can just sit on it. It's soft and more comfortable than carpet, and you can't smell any chemicals. The only disadvantage is that these herbicides are a bit toxic and long-term exposure is not good for the human body.
, but if it happens a few times a year, it basically doesn’t matter.
But it doesn’t matter, it’s just based on the Chinese people’s constitution. Let’s not talk about herbicides. Various chemical additives, including highly toxic chemical products, are not delicious that day. When it’s time to have children, it’s time to grow taller.
It's no big deal. But the Europeans are different. They haven't received this kind of training. Don't look at them. They are tall and thick. They will have diarrhea after drinking a bottle of Sanlu milk. Their resistance is too low! Lack of training!
In addition, even if the Marx brothers are not afraid of death, there is no place to buy this kind of pesticide. Even if they can buy it, they will definitely not be used. The golf courses here do not allow pesticides to be used. They raise a lot of chickens and ducks to use as pesticides.
, help remove insects from the grass on the court.
"Oh, by the way, Max, can we light a charcoal fire here?" When Hong Tao thought of the chickens and ducks on the golf course, he immediately thought of the taste of beggar's chicken. He ate beef sausages every day, and his teeth were filled. He had to
Looking for some tender meat to satisfy your craving, those chickens that eat bugs all day long are the best ingredients!
"Yes, this is not a fire prevention zone, but we have a gas stove, why do we need to use charcoal fire?" Marx turned around and asked as he and his brother set up their tent.
"Don't worry about it. I'll call Pan and ask her to bring you some charcoal. I'll cook you an authentic Chinese dish tonight. Pan has eaten it in Africa. You can ask her how it tastes." Hong Tao took out the phone.
He happily told Marx about the taste of beggar's chicken.
"Hey, hello, I'm Mota from fishing position 33. Will I not disturb you?" A greeting suddenly came from behind Hong Tao, who was so frightened that he almost threw his phone into the water. The Marx Brothers were on the right.
In the tent, Wang Jian is studying the GPS signal transmitter on the wooden pile in front of him. Behind him is the reed bush. Where did this person come from!!!
"Friend, you almost scared me to death. Are you from fishing position 33?" When Hong Tao turned around, a big bald head was emerging from the reeds. However, Hong Tao knew this man, and it can't be said that he knew him. He just met him.
He is one of the Americans from that family. Although he doesn't have a hair on his head, he is about the same age as Hong Tao. He should be the grandson of that American family.
"Yes, my name is Mota, Mota III, and your name is Dumpling. We have met before." The bald man emerged from the reeds and recognized Hong Tao.
"Damn it, Marx, everyone talks about my nickname!" The nickname Hong Tao has spread all over the world. Most of the dozens of participating teams know that there is a Chinese fisherman named Dumpling. This is not Marx's intention.
They really can't pronounce the word Hong Tao accurately, and they can't pronounce the sound Tao either. Basically everyone has a different way of calling him. Sometimes even Hong Tao himself doesn't know that someone is calling his name, so he just makes dumplings, at least he knows that others are calling him.
Call yourself.
"Hello, hello, it turns out that you have drawn No. 33, so we are neighbors. How is it? How is the fishing position being cleaned up over there? If you don't go and help your father and grandfather with their work, how can you sneak in?
Are you here?" Hong Tao is not pretending to be polite. Since they are all fishing friends, age and identity do not matter. There is only one kind of people here: fishermen. (To be continued...)
