"There are also swamp hens in the town? Ha, boss, are you planning to raise them or kill them?" Asulu asked with a little excitement.

Swamp hens are the nickname of purple water chickens. Maori and hunters like to call them this because this is a kind of bird that likes to choose water, and marshes and wetlands are more common.

To be honest, the purple chickens are very beautiful. If they can stay quietly, even if they are preyed on fish, shrimps and crabs in the lake, Wang Bo is willing to keep them.

But if they want to destroy the lavender buds, they can only kill them.

So he thought about it and said, "Look first, if they continue to hunt down the lavender buds, then hunt them."

New Zealand allows hunting of purple water chickens, but the number of hunting permits for purple water chickens in different regions of the country is different.

For example, in the Canterbury area of ​​the South Island, each person has a maximum of two per day, but in the sparsely populated West Coast area, there is a daily limit of 20.

Sunset Town is part of Canterbury. Although it is a marginal position, it must also enforce Canterbury's regulations, and only two can be hunted at a time.

However, because purple water chickens have a relatively large destructive effect on agricultural production, farmers in the South Island usually kill when they see purple water chickens waste their crops. As long as no one sees them, they will kill as much as they can.

After waiting for two days, Wang Bo found that these pheasants would still peck at the lavender buds when there was no one.

And just like they are looking for shrimps and crabs, these bastards know how to use their claws to dig out the land for food to hide the grass seeds below, so if they are allowed to flood, it will be a disaster for the lavender field.

In the middle of the weekend, he made up his mind: "No more training, change to a real gun and go catch the purple chicken!"

The reason he made this decision was that in the past few days, there were more and more purple chickens. It seemed that the young lavender buds attracted them, and dozens of them had grown to hundreds.

The storm has damaged the vegetation in many areas of the South Island. The budding food that purple chickens love is lacking, and the emergence of lavender fields naturally attracted them greatly.

Wang Bo brought everyone who was interested, and could only hunt two of them by one person, which would be of no use to the pheasant flock.

I drove to the lavender flower field and saw these beautiful feathered pheasants staying inside to peck at the buds.

Asulu sat in the jeep, stood up and looked and exclaimed, "So many?"

Wang Bo also had a headache and said, "How about we mobilize tourists to hunt purple water chickens?"

"It's better not to do this. Purple chickens are non-interest-manufactured poultry products. If you use it to develop the tourism industry, I mean direct hunting, there may be problems."

Uncle Bing shook his head helplessly.

Although purple water chickens are a "pest" for agriculture, purple water chickens are still not a tradeable poultry product in New Zealand.

That is, no one shall hunt and sell the purple chicken for commercial purposes and for sale on the market.

Astulu asked, "I know it is an untradable poultry product, but when is it a non-interest-manufactured poultry product?"

Uncle Bing asked, "Isn't it?"

Astulu said confidently: "Absolutely not! We can let tourists hunt them, as long as we control the number of hunting, but I don't recommend doing this. Do we really allow tourists to pick up guns on our territory?"

Wang Bo is just talking about it. Even if he wants to develop this, it won’t work today.

It is not easy to rely on them and their group to hunt purple chickens.

Because this bird is a rare bird with strong eyesight, hearing and alertness on New Zealand land, they immediately started running wildly as soon as the car arrived.

Wang Bo opened the car door and waved to the tycoons, "Go up, hunt them for me!"

Xiao Wang, the strong man, the queen and the fat cat brothers, rushed out immediately with the hair on their bodies.

"Woof, woof!" Two roars of roars sounded from the car. Wang Bo looked down and saw the little police dog and the little German Collie police dog jumping and shouting.

Brother Bing looked at them and pressed his palm down gently: "Stop calling, sit down."

Immediately, the two-shoe puppies closed their mouths and sat down obediently.

Wang Bo was stunned: "Is this your training result?"

The soldier glanced at him and said, "It's not a result. Labrador and the German Shepherd are both the smartest dogs. Just teach them to learn."

But Lao Wang still heard the arrogance from his tone. Needless to say, the cool soldier is showing off, and he is still very satisfied with his achievements.

It's true that the purple water chicken is very cautious, it's true that they can run very well, and it's still true that they can fly, but facing land killers like Zhuang Ding Xiao Wang, they are still no match for them.

Xiao Wang runs the fastest, and he likes to bully the weak, and of course he only dares to bully the weak. He rushed behind the Zishuiji and jumped in the air.

The purple water chicken just wanted to fly, but as soon as its wings flapped and flew one meter high, it was suppressed by Xiao Wang and a Taishan Mountain!

The fat cat brothers are too fat. They have neglected training recently. They have not caught up with the purple chicken. They either fly away or get into the river. They can only look at the chickens on the shore and sigh.

The queen had a good brain, so she picked up the persimmon and grabbed a purple water chicken with a little lame injury.

After entering the lake, the other purple chickens thought they were safe, so they swam happily on the lake, staring at their little eyes to demonstrate to Lao Wang and his party who were catching up with them.

Suddenly a head was stretched out from the water surface, and the strong man opened his mouth and accurately grabbed a purple water chicken. He closed his mouth and immediately bit his wings.

The other purple chickens were so scared that they squatted and flapped their wings and flew up. In the chaos, the strong man appeared twice and bit the wings of the two chickens.

If the wings are injured, these pheasants will be useless. They cannot fly or swim, and they will spin on the water in pain.

In this way, the strong man leisurely took three chickens and went to the shore.

Uncle Bing looked at Lao Wang and said, "Each person is allowed to catch only two."

Lao Wang said: "Are a strong man a human being?"

"no."

Then Lao Wang smiled cunningly: "Yes, so it is not subject to the restrictions of the law. Each of us is allowed to capture two and give the others to them."

The strong man threw down three purple water chickens and jumped into the lake to dive and catch them. This move is really elusive. Not to mention purple water chickens, even the flying chickens are hard to guard against.

Bowen tied the caught chickens together and said with a smirk: "It's easy to pack up the chickens this time."

“How to say it?”

"There are hot springs over there. Slaughter the chickens and dig a hole and throw them in. The hot springs can burn the chicken feathers."
Chapter completed!