"Dumplings, what are you talking about?" Marx and Schweide sat at the other end of the table, separated by a few people, and the expressions on their faces changed too richly in the confrontation between Hong Tao and Pan just now, and even Marx's curiosity was aroused.

"Dumplings and I are planning a trip to Europe, and as soon as the fishing tournament is over, we will start to take action, visit all the cities in Europe, and go back to my home by the way, I haven't been back to Oslo for many years, Marx, Schweed, would you like to come with us? How about we go backpacking? Before Hong Tao could make up the nonsense, Pan directly told the truth, and finally invited the Marx brothers to go on the road together.

"You are all crazy, I won't go, let Marx go with you." When Schweide heard Pan's grand plan, his head shook like a drum.

"Oh, dear, I'm sorry I still have a lot of topics in my lab, so I can't accompany you. Dumplings, have fun! Marx said it more politely, but the central idea was the same as that of his brother: Lao Tzu has no kung fu!

After breakfast, everyone returned to the wooden house, checked the fishing tackle that needed to be used again, and then attached the identity tag issued by the organizing committee, and then transported it to the door, stacked it together, and waited for the volunteers of the competition to come and load it on the boat. Everyone only carried some lightweight, afraid of pressure and bumping equipment, and walked to the dock.

At 7 o'clock sharp, the motorboat carrying the participating anglers began to run to their respective fishing grounds, and this time there were more motorboats responsible for transporting them, and they could send all the anglers to the end of the two runs. However, the competition has not officially started until now, the official competition time is not until 9 o'clock, when there will be a unified sound alarm on the GPS receiver of each fishing team, and before this signal is issued, no fishing team can touch the equipment related to fishing. You can't go into the water, but you can clean up the camp and set up tents.

"Marx, you and Schweed are responsible for transporting the reeds we cut to a distance, 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 turned into the captain of the fishing team and began to give orders and arrange work.

Hong Tao and Wang Jian took out two sickles they had bought from the town from the tennis bags they were carrying, and began to sweep the reeds on the shore with their waists. Actually, it's not a reed, at least the stem part is not as tough as a reed, and the leaves aren't that big or long. Marx can't name it, he just says it's a water weed!

There is another detail, that is, the European scythe and the Chinese scythe are almost twin brothers, and they all look similar, not the kind of thing that is taller than a human in the movie. When he went to the town to buy a scythe yesterday, Hong Tao did see the blade part of the Death Scythe, but according to the salesperson in the store, it was not called a scythe, it should be called a cedar knife. Not for the wheat harvester, but for the cattle to mow the grass.

Originally, Hong Tao also wanted to buy one to try, but when the salesman installed the 2-meter-long wooden handle, Hong Tao grabbed it and tried it. I can't play at all, I can barely talk about it, but how to stop is a problem. If you use this thing to cut the grass, it is estimated that the grass is not cut. The people next to me all had to be injured by mistake.

In fact, even if Hong Tao wants to buy people, he doesn't sell it, for Hong Tao and Pan, who are dressed up in the city, the salespeople in this store specializing in selling agricultural machinery and pesticide feed are very serious. You have to ask clearly what you want to buy, and if you don't know how to use it, you won't sell it directly! But people are also very kind, he said that he can teach Hong Tao to use it voluntarily after work, and he can sell it to him after learning it.

If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools!

With the help of the sickle, and the rational division of labor, Hong Tao and Wang Jian, the two young men buried their heads in the sweep, and the Marx brothers followed behind to tie the cut reeds into bundles, and then transported them to a place far away from the shore and threw them into the reeds. It only took more than 40 minutes for the two large reeds to be swept away, leaving only a less than a bunch of roots left on the ground.

Fortunately, these are not reeds, and the stem part is not so hard, and you can step on it with your foot, so that it will not stand on the ground and prick people. If it's a reed, this place is basically impossible to stay, and when the sun shines, it's like a small steel pipe, and the soles of your slippers can be pierced.

If you are in China, you don't need to make this effort at all, just go to the agricultural station to buy a bucket of herbicide, and then spray it on these grasses, just do what you should do. When you look at it after two hours, all the grass is lying on its stomach 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 have to cut, you just sit on it, it's softer than a carpet, and you can't smell the smell of chemicals. The only drawback is that these herbicides are a bit toxic, and long-term exposure is not good for the human body, but occasionally a few times a year, it basically doesn't matter.

But this doesn't matter is in terms of the physique of the Chinese, let's not talk about herbicides, all kinds of chemical additives, including highly toxic chemical products, are not eaten that day, should have children, should grow long, no fart at all. But the Europeans don't be, they usually don't have this kind of training, don't look at them big and three thick, a bottle of Sanlu milk will have diarrhea, the resistance is too poor! Lack of practice!

In addition, even if the Marx brothers are not afraid of death, there is no place to buy this pesticide, and even if they do, they will definitely not be allowed to use it, and the golf course here is not allowed to use pesticides, and Nima has raised a lot of chickens and ducks to use as pesticides to help the grass on the course to get rid of insects.

"Alas, by the way, Marx, can you light a charcoal fire here?" Hong Tao thought of the chickens and ducks on the golf course, and immediately remembered the taste of called flower chicken, eating beef sausages every day, the gap between his teeth was stuffed, and he had to find some tender meat to satisfy his cravings, and those chickens that eat insects all day long are the best ingredients!

"Yes, this is not a fire zone, but we have a gas stove, so why do we need charcoal?" Marx asked as he set up his tent with his brother.

"Don't worry about it, I'll call Pan and ask her to bring some charcoal, and I'll cook you an authentic Chinese dish in the evening, Pan has eaten it in Africa, you can ask her how it tastes." Hong Tao took out the phone and told Marx about the taste of the flower chicken.

"Hey, hello, I'm Mota from Fishing Position 33, may I not disturb you?" A greeting suddenly came from behind Hong Tao, so frightened that Hong Tao almost didn't throw his phone into the water. The Marx brothers are setting up a tent on the right, Wang Jian is studying the GPS transmitter on the wooden stake in front of him, and behind him is the reeds!!

"Friend, you almost scared me to death, you are the 33rd fishing position?" When Hong Tao turned around, a big bald head was coming out of the reeds, but this person Hong Tao knew, and he couldn't say that he knew, but he had seen it, it was one of the Americans in that family, don't look at the hair on his head, but he was about the same age as Hong Tao, and he should be the grandson of the Americans in that family.

"Yes, my name is Mota, Mota III, you call it Dumpling, we have met." The bald man emerged from the reeds and recognized Hong Tao.

"Marx of Nima, everywhere I say my nickname!" Hong Tao's nickname is spread all over the world, most of the dozens of participating teams know that there is a Chinese angler called dumplings, this is not Marx's intention, Hong Tao's pronunciation they are really not accurate, Tao this sound they are also not accurate, basically each person has a name, sometimes even Hong Tao himself does not know that someone is calling his name, simply dumplings dumplings, at least know that others are calling themselves.

"Hello, hello, it turns out that you have drawn the 33rd, then we are neighbors, how is it, how is the fishing position cleaned up over there, you don't go to help your father and grandfather work, why did you sneak here?" Hong Tao didn't fake Sven, since they are all fishing friends, age and identity don't matter, there is only one kind of person here: fishermen. (To be continued......)