Elven settlers

Chapter 311 Black Hat Gang

"This shouldn't be Mali mutton."

Sutter also took a grilled lamb rib, and his mouth was full of oil.

"How do you know what Mali sheep tastes like?!"

Rock suddenly realized something, and stared at Sartre with wide eyes.

"Haha, I tasted one out of curiosity. I don't know if it's because it's an electric elf, but the mutton of Mali sheep is like rubber, it's hard to cook, and the taste is not good."

Sutter seriously analyzed the taste of Mali mutton to Rock, and at the end he didn't forget to remind him not to tell Sarah about it.

"That's right, this is indeed not Mali mutton, it's the ribs of woolhorn sheep."

The owner of the stall seemed to know Sartre, and joined in after hearing their conversation.

"Speaking of which, the mutton also came from an accident."

After the stall owner's explanation, Rock and Sutter figured out the source of the mutton.

It turned out that the stall owner introduced a batch of braided sheep and wool-horn sheep at the beginning of the year, hoping to compete with the local pastures that raise Mali sheep and velvet sheep.

But I don’t know if it’s because of the acclimatization of the soil and water. After the braided sheep and woolhorn sheep came to his pasture, the hair growth rate suddenly slowed down, and the hair that grew out was dry and split. On the contrary, the food intake increased a lot. , the weight is getting bigger and bigger.

For the herding elves in the ranch, if they can't generate income, there is only one end. After all, the rancher has to consider the cost.

So when several Pokémon doctors failed to cure the braided sheep and woolhorn sheep, on a sad afternoon, the stall owner had to roast a woolhorn sheep.

But to his surprise, his woolhorn sheep, which doesn't grow much hair but has been growing meat, tastes unexpectedly delicious.

So the lucky braided sheep and woolhorn sheep have their own value again, and of course they may not want to own this value.

"Let's eat some more. I'll treat this as my invitation to you. I don't plan to set up a stall tomorrow. All my mutton has been ordered."

Speaking of this, the stall owner's tone couldn't help being a little brisk.Judging from the fact that he generously gave Rock and the others a large roast leg of lamb, his batch of lamb should have sold for a lot of money.

The booth at the Stampede is also a platform for various farms and ranches to promote their own products, and a large number of distributors and buyers will come to inspect.

In the future, Rock's ranch will grow in size, and maybe he will come here to set up a stall to sell goods.

"What a lucky guy. I said that Sara shouldn't have introduced those little things that don't grow much meat. Do you think I should also try to introduce some braided sheep and woolly horn sheep?"

After leaving the stall selling roast mutton, Sartre said to Rock with a mutton bone in his mouth.

Rock licked his lower lip, reminiscing about the delicious mutton he ate just now, and finally said a conservative suggestion.

The braided sheep and woolhorn sheep with long meat should have some other requirements, otherwise the stall owner couldn't have said so generously.

Sartre was originally an impromptu idea. After Roque clicked it, he thought about it for a while, so he put this idea behind him and continued to focus on the dazzling array of booths.

"Boo woo~ hiccup"

Chenglong drank the whole bottle of beer in one gulp, then squinted his eyes and burped in enjoyment.

"Well, this beer tastes good, doesn't it?"

At this time, Rock was holding Chenglong's neck, sharing the beer he just bought with it.

At this moment, he suddenly felt his clothes being ripped off.

Turning his head, he found that Arbor and Geranium were staring at a booth not far away, while Helujia was biting the hem of his shirt.

"Oh! So it's this stall, hurry up and go away."

Arbor blames the booth they found for customizing cowboy hats for elves.

After entering the venue of the Stampede, Rock and the others saw from time to time that many trainer elves were wearing cowboy hats.

Rock and Arbor blamed them for this very much, so after asking a trainer and learning that it was customized at a booth, Rock and the others paid attention.

Now that they found this booth, Rock and the elves rushed over immediately.

Without Rock asking, the stall owner of the custom-made cowboy hat had already taken out the measuring tape in advance.

For every trainer who comes to his stall, the stall owner is very clear about their purpose.

After communicating with Rock, the stall owner skillfully measured the size of their heads.

Hat embryos of different sizes and colors were prepared in advance at the booth. After Abo blamed them to choose the color, the stall owner began to process the hat embryos directly on the booth according to the measured head size.

Rock watched the stall owner's operation with great interest, and his processing was very interesting.

For example, there are two slender and elegant stamen tentacles on the geranium's head, so the stall owner bends the sides of the brim of the geranium more upwards to fit the tentacles and direction.

And there are two huge curved horns on the top of Hei Lujia's head. The stall owner directly cut two holes on the top of the hat, and then sealed the edges with a sewing machine, so that when Hei Lujia was wearing the hat, the horns could come out of the holes in the cowboy hat. go through.

The stall owner's craftsmanship is very good, and he made the hats of Abo blame them in a short time.

The elves all look very suitable after wearing them, and there is no sense of abruptness at all, but it adds a touch of cowboy temperament to them, which looks decent.

Arbor, Geranium, Heluga, and Chenglong all chose black hats, because Rock was wearing a black cowboy hat today.

At this time, after one person and four elves put on black cowboy hats, they suddenly looked more like a gang.

"Hahaha, today is the day when our Black Hat Gang was established!"

"Qiabo!" "Gamei!" "Hey Lu!"

Rock and the elves happily stood in front of the standing mirror on the booth and took a photo, and then decided to find a place for everyone to take a photo.

Unexpectedly, there is a photography tent next to the custom-made hat booth, and I have to admire the boss's business acumen.

So Rock and the elves huddled together, and left a group photo of all wearing black cowboy hats in the lively Stampede market.

After taking the group photo, the photos will not be developed until the evening, so Rock and Sartre plan to go back to their tent and meet Mel and the others, and then have lunch together.

Just as they were walking back, they suddenly passed a booth with a lot of people in line. The number of people in this booth can be said to be the largest that Rock has ever seen.

It's a pity that I have to go back to have lunch now, so Rock resisted his curiosity and wanted to move on, but at this moment Sutter took his arm.

"This good thing is absolutely not to be missed!"

(End of this chapter)