The New Zealand wooden pigeons have beautiful appearances. The tall, rich and handsome pigeon family is not a boast of the reputation of green, rich and beautiful. Soon the group was attracted to them and pointed at them under the tree.

The big pigeons stood proudly on the tree, looking down at the sentient beings under the tree with their egg-shaped eyes, with outstanding postures.

A group of snow pigeons flew over, and in comparison, the New Zealand wooden pigeons were even more burly!

There is no harm if there is no comparison. The size of the New Zealand wooden pigeon is big. It is definitely a "big guy" in the pigeon family. Wang Bo estimated that the big ones are more than half a meter long!

Hani looked at the pigeons and breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "Boss, in your Chinese language, the castle is really a Feng Shui treasure land, and wooden pigeons actually appeared."

“Is it very precious?”

"Once not precious, they are native species in New Zealand and were widely distributed before. But you see that the feathers of wooden pigeons are beautiful, and what you can't see is that their meat is more delicious, and they have been hunted on a large scale."

"Now, New Zealand wooden pigeons have become protected animals, and any hunting is illegal. They have become great ornamental birds because of their beautiful appearance."

Lao Wang curled his lips: "I think for the wooden pigeons, their biggest enemy is not humans but cat big fat and second fat. Be honest, what do you want to do?"

The fat cat brothers also noticed the wooden pigeons. Their mouths were squirming, and they were probably drooling: Compared to the snow pigeons, the wooden pigeons are really too fat!

The rabbit horn is a master of lurking and assault. The two brothers climbed onto the trunk without realizing it. Lao Wang quickly rushed up to catch them.

Eva takes over control of the two brothers: "No bird hunting, no, no, no, no!"

The commander shouted, "Ah, commander, be good, commander, won't arrest him."

Charlie laughed: "Don't pretend to be here. If you have a genius, you can do something with them. Wooden pigeons are not snow pigeons. They are very tough guys. One person who hits you can beat ten!"

The commander of the army could probably understand these words and said indignantly: "Ah, commander, be good, commander, ah, commander is amazing!"

Wang Bo was afraid that they would scare away these pigeons. The breeding ability of snow pigeons was too terrifying. Now there are snow-white pigeons flying in and out of the castle every day.

It is true that this looks beautiful, a place surrounded by mist, and a flock of white doves that symbolize peace are dancing...

But it just seems that these guys are actually annoyed. They eat fruits, vegetables, and grass seeds, making it impossible for them to put nothing outside in the castle.

In addition, pigeons have rectal intestines. They immediately defecate after eating, so they can fly wherever they fly and do whatever they want. Lao Wang hates this.

With the wooden pigeons, he was happy. He hoped that the wooden pigeons could drive away the snow pigeons.

After hearing his thoughts, Charlie laughed: "You should see from your body shape that this kind of pigeon has a very large appetite and can eat and excrete. I think there will be more bird poop in the castle in the future."

"It cannot be said that wooden pigeons can indeed be eaten and excreted, but this is not a bad thing. They may bring some precious plants and trees to the castle."

Hani explained to Wang Bo that the reason why the New Zealand government made great efforts to protect wooden pigeons is because they can swallow larger fruits and play an important role in New Zealand's natural circulation chain.

Because after the seeds and fruits swallowed by birds, they will digest the hard protective shell on the surface, and then excrete the seeds that can germinate to the surface for their natural roots and sprout.

Some native New Zealand plants have larger seeds and birds cannot eat them. Only wooden pigeons can help these plants sow naturally.

"I have seen a survey. After the loss of 99% of the wood pigeon population, many trees in New Zealand have been reduced by 90%. They are natural plant planting experts. With them, there will be more new types of vegetation in Sunset Town." Hani said at last.

This flock of pigeons is relatively small, about twenty, but Charlie said that this group is not small anymore, and now there are few large groups of hundreds of pigeons like that.

The reason is very simple. The larger the flock of pigeons, the greater the chance of being discovered and the greater the possibility of being caught.

It seems that the pigeon flock is very satisfied with this environment. They have already built nests on trees. The nests are much larger than the snow pigeon flock. They are hidden among dense branches. If you don’t look carefully, it will be difficult to see them.

Wang Bo bombarded everyone and took them to the lakeside to catch fish, shrimps, and crabs.

When the president squatted on the yacht and pulled the rope, he said, "Can crabs be eaten now?"

Wang Bo said for granted: "Of course, September is the best season to eat crabs."

The president sneered: "Don't think I'm not educated. September is the season for your country to eat crabs. This is New Zealand. The season is the opposite!"

"Have you heard of June yellow? I won't explain it if I haven't heard of it. Anyway, in our country, the river crabs in June are very delicious."

The two of them worked together to pull up the crab cage, and more than twenty large crabs inside were running around in panic.

Wang Bo reached out and took out one and tried it. It was fatter than the previous few days. This river crab was at least eight taels, which was a rare fat crab.

As usual, these crabs are roasted directly on the oven.

Although the president said that he didn't like to eat freshwater aquatic products, he was the most active after the roasting, put on gloves and caught a crab in his hand.

Asulu also snatched one, but this time it was too hot and it was just roasted. Even the food was delicious, he couldn't stand it and grinned.

It was like throwing crabs into the air like a juggling. He looked at the president enviously and asked, "When did you prepare gloves?"

The president shrugged and said, "It's when you said that the crabs need to be roasted, I took a pair. I think, eat this one while it's hot, and it's fishy. If you eat it while it's hot, the crab shells are too hot, it's best to wear gloves."

"Why don't I have such a brain?" The Maori big man was very frustrated.

"I'll tell you why," Bowen stretched out his quick hand and snatched the crab he threw in the air, and said with a smile, "If you had a Bathir-like brain, you would have been a billionaire."

When he lifted the crab shell, a umami smell came towards him along the water vapor. The president took a breath and exclaimed: "Damn it, I knew that what Wang prepared was delicious food!"

"You obviously had the biggest doubts just now."

The president retorted: "This is called establishing a sense of expectation. The more I question it, the stronger your anticipation will be when you fight back, and the more concerned you will do what you do."

"Oh my God, I'm just having a meal. I feel like "The Art of War" is used." The little loli said while blowing the crab roe.

"Do you still know "The Art of War"? It's so amazing." Maori's great man said in surprise.

"To be honest, Uncle Asulu, even if you have my brain, you will not be suppressed by your wife." The little loli said proudly. She bit a small piece of crab roe, and the bun's face suddenly shining, "Well, it's delicious!"

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