After breakfast, Kong Fang asked Xiaocui to accompany him to the pig pen in the backyard. He wanted to know how people in Daxing Dynasty raised pigs.
If possible, he would like to vigorously develop the pig industry in Qinghe County and achieve regional pork freedom.
The pig herder, Lao Song, was in his early forties, strong, barefoot and in coarse clothes, with pig dung on his feet and pig food residue on his clothes. Even though he looks dirty, he has the highest status among all the servants in the county government.
People are more valuable than pigs. The servants all recognized him as superior.
The man who usually walks like the wind is now sitting beside the pig pen and feeling unhappy. A few days ago, the master ordered a big fat pig to be slaughtered. He didn't even catch the hair, but fed it all to the Qiu Ba gang in the county barracks.
But he dared not speak out in anger.
Despite his rough appearance, he actually has a pretty delicate mind. He understood that he could become a county government pigherder not because he was handsome, but because he was the son-in-law of the eldest aunt of Zhu Dachang, the former magistrate of the county.
Xinzhi County has been in office for almost ten days, but he has never stepped foot into the pig pen, and they have never even met.
Lao Song smelled a hint of danger, and the pigherder's job was most likely to be lost.
The crisis of unemployment troubled him and made him worry about gains and losses.
He was used to life in the city, and he was even more used to seeing the villagers fawning over him with shy faces every time he returned to the village.
But as an emperor and a court official, Zhu Zhixian was beheaded by bandits, and Xinzhi County was not related to him, so why should he keep him?
well!
Although the city has a lot of traps, he still doesn't want to go back to the countryside.
He didn't want to go back to the countryside, and he had no place in the city. Qinghe County, a big city, couldn't accommodate him as a countryman. Looking at the long road of life, there are no clues at all.
The heavy frustration left him physically and mentally exhausted.
"Old Song."
He looked up and saw Xiao Cui, he lowered his eyelids. Just when his eyelids were drooping, he seemed to see a flash of light, and the county magistrate came to the pig pen!
The master didn't come, he was worrying about gain and loss.
When the master appeared, he was shocked and stiffened.
"Old...Master..."
He was speechless. But my mind was spinning rapidly, speculating on the purpose of my master's trip, and I secretly thought to myself, Lord Buddha, to bless me, master, please don't let yourself get out of class.
"Old Song, don't be nervous, sit down, sit down."
Kong Fang tried his best to appear friendly. Old Song was two rounds older than him, and his weathered face reminded him of his father in his previous life.
Old Song seemed to hear the sound of a boulder falling to the ground. His chest was a little painful from being hit, but he ignored it. He dropped to his knees, bowed his head and bowed.
"Song Laosi, please come and see me!"
Kong Fang stretched out his hand to help him up, but when he saw that his nails were black and seemed to be stained with pig manure, he immediately waved his hands instead.
"Old Song, get up, sir, I don't like this vulgar etiquette."
Lao Song still insisted on kowtowing three times before getting up. He pulled up a bench and wiped it several times with his sleeves, blowing air through his mouth to blow away the dust.
In the end, Kong Fang couldn't resist his hospitality, so he lifted up his official robe and sat down.
"Old Song, I'm here to see you. I have something to ask you." Kong Fang asked for help, but Old Song was flattered. If Kong Fang hadn't stopped him, he would have knelt down again.
"I don't dare to ask for advice. As long as the master needs it, I will go through fire and water and die without hesitation."
Kong Fang smiled.
"I heard that you have been raising pigs in the county government for many years, so you must have rich experience. As for me, I just want to know how you raise pigs. Look at the pigs, you must have put a lot of effort into raising them. Bar?"
When it comes to raising pigs, Lao Song instantly became energetic. When I heard the county magistrate praising him for raising pigs well, I felt as if I had been given a shot of chicken blood and was extremely excited.
"Sir, when it comes to raising pigs, I, Old Song, are not bragging. In Qinghe County, I am number one and no one dares to say number two..."
Lao Song's mouth made Xuanhe talk incessantly.
Xiaocui tried to interrupt him several times, but Kong Fang stopped him.
When a person reaches middle age, he has accomplished nothing, and the only thing he has done is one thing that feels promising. If he is not allowed to brag, he will get sick sooner or later. Lao Song knew how to raise pigs, and the pigs in the pigsty still had to rely on him. If he gets sick, who will take care of the third senior brother?
Lao Song deliberately showed off himself, and the Boss was willing to listen, so he spoke more energetically.
"We originally didn't have pigs in Daxing Dynasty. They came from Zhongshan Kingdom. Zhongshan Kingdom is two thousand miles away from us in Daxing Dynasty. It is said that the people there call pigs instead of pigs."
"Hey, this name is a bit weird. It sounds like a fart at first glance." Lao Song added a joke.
"In those days, the founding emperor of the Daxing Dynasty was a mighty emperor, whose literary and military achievements were unparalleled in the world. Under his diligent governance, our Daxing Dynasty prospered, made the country strong and the people prosperous, commanding all directions, and all countries in the world surrendered."
"Only in the small southern country of Zhongshan, Yelang was arrogant and refused to surrender and pay tribute. The mighty emperor Tianwei was furious, so he sent General Chang Yucun, commanding 100,000 elite troops, to go south to punish the small country."
"The Zhongshan Kingdom is a villain, and they are not willing to be outdone. They send 50,000 troops to fight. The general's surname is Zhu. They are very arrogant and threaten to destroy General Chang's 100,000 troops within a month."
"They even said wildly that after they destroyed General Chang's troops, they would pursue the victory and attack Nanding to celebrate the New Year. Nanding is the southernmost city of the Daxing Dynasty, less than a hundred miles away from Zhongshan Kingdom."
"General Chang was the founding general of the Daxing Dynasty and a veteran of hundreds of battles. How could the small Zhongshan Kingdom be his opponent? After several battles, General Pig's 50,000 men were wiped out and he himself was captured."
"The king of Zhongshan Kingdom finally became afraid and hurriedly sent a special envoy to sue for peace, and expressed his willingness to surrender and pay tribute every year, and exchanged a thousand farts for their pig general."
"It was the first time for us to see Fugai. We saw its silly appearance and plump meat. General Chang liked it very much and asked Zhongshan Kingdom to provide breeding techniques."
"But he disliked the sound of 'farts'. They were named after the Zhongshan general whose surname was Pig, so General Chang called them 'Pigs'. So the pigs started barking like this."
Kong Fang was dubious. At least he had never heard of this allusion in his previous life, neither in unofficial history nor in official history. But he admired General Chang Yucun's vision. Without him, the number of pigs owned by Daxing Dynasty might be limited to those one thousand.
"Old Song, is what you said true or false? Why haven't I heard of it?" Xiaocui expressed disbelief.
"Tch, how could you, a little servant, have heard of it?" Lao Song was so proud that he blurted out the words. Xiao Cui choked and blushed.
But Lao Song was right, the status of servants is inherently humble.
Kong Fang coughed lightly.
When Lao Song heard it, it was like a bolt from the blue. He was so frightened that his knees became so weak that he almost fell to his knees.
I was so excited just now that I forgot that the master was right in front of me.
He kept wiping off cold sweat.
Kong Fang did not speak. Why should he waste his saliva when something can be done with just a cough?
