HLM – Chapter 985 The All-Purpose Allicin

The hearts of the faithful were burning with zeal, their moods eager, and their energy surging like a tidal wave.

After Easter ended, Wang Bo promised to provide a piece of land to the Catholics in town, allowing them to build a church.

The main reason was the results of the town’s religious census. Sunset Town had fewer than two thousand residents in total, and among them, nine hundred were Catholics—almost half the population. Refusing to let them establish a church at this point would have been hard to justify.

As soon as Wang Bo made the promise, under the guidance of Rudy, Uncle Bing, Kidd, and other devout Christians, the fundraising campaign kicked off on Tuesday.

“I’ve donated a plot of land. I don’t have to make an appearance, right?” Wang Bo asked.

Uncle Bing shrugged. “Boss, what you donated was the right to use the land, not the land itself. I have to say, you’re really sly.”

Wang Bo let Rudy choose a location—five acres in front of the residential area for the church and related buildings. But the key was, he was only granting usage rights, not ownership. In other words, if he changed his mind later, he could tear down the church.

Of course, he wouldn’t do that. Tearing down a church in New Zealand would be much more serious than demolishing a temple back home—it would draw media scrutiny and the wrath of the faithful!

The fundraising took place at the church site. The believers had prepared everything formally: beautiful donation boxes, arranged tables and chairs, and homemade baked goods brought by parishioners.

Wang Bo put a thousand dollars into the donation box. Someone handed him a red-dyed egg, and he joked, “This isn’t one of the leftover Easter eggs, is it?”

The townsfolk laughed awkwardly. “Yes, we boiled a few too many at home, so we brought them to share.”

“Actually, they’re really tasty, Mayor. You should try one. I just ate two—they’re fragrant and delicious,” someone added.

Wang Bo didn’t want to eat it. He disliked plain boiled eggs—they had no flavor. Normally, he preferred his own spiced eggs or braised eggs.

But with everyone watching, if he refused or showed disdain, it would be hurtful.

Quick-thinking, he noticed the princess playing nearby. He subtly lowered his arm and waved the egg toward her.

As expected, the food-loving princess immediately widened her dark eyes and silently ran over.

Wang Bo joked with the townsfolk and then cracked the egg in his hand, shaking it gently.

The egg white spilled out, and the princess panicked, leaping forward and biting a piece of the exposed egg.

Wang Bo pretended to be startled and tossed the egg away. The princess skillfully pawed open the eggshell and devoured it in three bites.

“Hey, you little brat! You actually learned to snatch food from others? Come back here, I’m going to get you!”

Wang Bo shouted, and the princess sprinted off, conveniently leaving the fundraising scene while he chased after her.

As the weather grew colder, the livestock entered their winter season.

This was the riskiest period, as cows and sheep were prone to flu and seasonal gastrointestinal issues, requiring special care. In previous years, Wang Bo relied on the resilience of the herd—unless an animal was seriously ill, he wouldn’t intervene, and they usually recovered on their own.

This year, however, he had acquired some Safi dairy cows—bought with real money—which required proper attention.

The Saudis were responsible owners. They didn’t just sell the cows and forget them; they coordinated with Cousins, and Safi Farm even arranged veterinarians to remotely oversee the cows.

Safi cows required different management in different seasons. At the end of March, both parties scheduled online training, where Safi Farm’s veterinarians instructed the cowboys.

Wang Bo made a point to attend. The veterinarians hired by the Saudi tycoons were experts, capable of teaching at agricultural universities anywhere in the world.

The lessons were conducted via video. After turning on the camera, the vets first observed the herd’s living conditions.

Cousins showed them the cows in the pens via iPad. The veterinarian was shocked. “You treat them like this?”

The Safi cows indeed looked pitiful. While other cows were plump and strong, these cows were emaciated, as if abused.

Cousins quickly clarified, “Sir, they came to the farm like this…”

“I’m not commenting on their physical condition—they seem healthy enough. I mean your environment. This is terrible!”

Wang Bo looked around in confusion. This was the modern, clean farm he had funded himself. How could this be called a terrible environment?

The vet continued his nitpicking: “No enclosure? No air conditioning? No hygrometer? No ventilation system? No music?”

Looking outside at the open pastures, countless cows and sheep were foraging in the cold wind without any shelter. If this was considered a subpar environment, what did that make the rest of the herd? Living in a slum?

Wang Bo, irritated by the pedantic critique, left the farm—he refused to sit through the lesson.

The cowboys, with their short tempers, had no choice but to stay and learn.

After more than half an hour, the cowboys emerged. Wang Bo asked, “What did you learn?”

Darwin cleared his throat. “Actually, we learned quite a bit.”

“Learned what? Boss, you should’ve stayed—this guy’s a TCM veterinarian! Chinese veterinary medicine!”

“What?”

“Yes, Chinese veterinary medicine, though his Chinese isn’t as good as ours. Safi Farm avoids synthetic drugs to ensure milk quality. Many vets are experts in TCM veterinary medicine, using natural remedies.”

Wang Bo laughed. “So our Chinese veterinary medicine has gone all the way to the Middle East, huh?”

“Exactly. This time, we learned about using allicin. Damn, I’m a little skeptical—this guy treats allicin as a universal antibiotic: cure disease if sick, maintain health if well,” Cousins said.

Koci took notes diligently. She showed Wang Bo the detailed contents.

Although Safi cows were said to eat only natural feed without additives, this was mainly for publicity—they actually added allicin to the feed.