Xiaocui Bingxue is smart and understands that the master is supporting her.
She was a little arrogant for a moment and couldn't help but push out her chest. Unfortunately, the loose clothes finally buried the height of her chest.
Kong Fang saw this beast and couldn't help but sigh.
"Okay, let's not talk about the pig story. Let's talk about how you usually raise it. You raised this pig to be quite fat. You must have put in a lot of effort."
Lao Song regained his complacency and returned to his due humility.
"Master Mingjian, when it comes to raising pigs, I never dare to neglect Lao Song. I almost treat them as my ancestors. As for feeding them on weekdays, they are usually coarse grains, with some rice and flour mixed in..."
"Wait." Kong Fang stopped.
"What are you talking about?" He almost suspected that he heard wrongly.
Over the past few days, he has learned about the people of Qinghe County. Houses that can feed themselves with coarse grains all year round and can occasionally eat white rice are considered middle-class households.
Most ordinary people do not even have enough coarse grains to eat. When faced with famine, they either go out to beg, chew tree bark, eat wild vegetables, or even starve to death.
But the pigs in the Daxing Dynasty actually ate whole grains, rice, and flour?
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Yes, how can we almost regard pigs as our ancestors? We have completely treated pigs as our ancestors, right?
"Is this how pigs were fed in Daxing Dynasty?"
He hoped he had heard wrong.
Lao Song secretly checked his appearance and saw that the old man had a bad face. He couldn't help but feel uneasy, "Yes, Master. We have been raising pigs like this since the pigs came to the world and prospered."
"This is the method of raising pigs taught by the Zhongshan Kingdom."
"During this period, no one has ever suspected that there is something wrong with this method?" Kong Fang was also speechless.
General Chang, who was obviously brave and good at fighting, was tricked by the Zhongshan Kingdom. However, General Chang did not know that he had been deceived, and instead he was treated as a role model.
Old Song shook his head. It has been more than a hundred years since the founding of the Daxing Dynasty, and pigs have always been raised in this way.
Is there something wrong?
There's nothing wrong with it! Aren’t pigs very fat?
After all, Kong Fang couldn't bear to criticize Lao Song. Although feeding pigs with grain was a waste of resources and wasted money and people, it was not Lao Song's fault. It was the fault of this era, to be precise, the fault of the Daxing Dynasty.
"Old Song, starting from today, the pig's diet must change."
In order to develop the pig industry, pig food must first be improved. Feed him whole grains, rice and noodles every day, compete with others for food, and even raise a woolen yarn!
"Master, how do you want to change it?" Old Song wanted to sneer. How could the pig-raising methods passed down by his ancestors be changed at will?
Can the pigs be kept alive and fattened after the change?
There is no hair on the mouth, and the work is not stable.
Of course, he only dared to slander him, but on the surface he was still frightened and frightened, looking like he was following your lead. Kong Fang had no time to play tricks with him and waved his hand.
"Let's go, you follow me to find new pig food. Xiaocui, you go too and get the bamboo basket and the lawnmower."
Lao Song and Xiao Cui took their tools and followed Kong Fang out of the backyard, although their faces were baffled. As soon as they walked to the door, they bumped into Kong Yiji.
"Lao Kong, are you free? If you are free, come with me to cut pigweed."
Kong waved to him. Kong Yiji was confused, cutting pig grass?
What the hell is pigweed?
Didn’t the pigs in Daxing Dynasty only eat grain? When did they start eating grass?
He looked at Lao Song and Xiao Cui, who were carrying bamboo baskets on their backs, and then at Kong Fang, and said, "Master, let's go to the study to work. After all, you are the magistrate, and you have many matters to handle."
The implication was that he was blaming Kong Fang for not doing his job properly.
"Lao Kong, you also know that I am the county magistrate? Can't the county magistrate give me a few days off?" Kong Fang was unhappy.
Kong Yiji wiped his sweat.
What the hell is a vacation?
The master is indeed a master. Not only is his behavior incomprehensible, but his words are also incomprehensible.
"Sir, our side won a complete victory in the battle of Wengcheng. The results have been tallied and the battle report has been written. I need you to review it."
"In addition to Lieutenant Luo reporting to General Guan, we also need to report to Lord Tang of Baoding Prefecture."
"Also, you need to decide whether to hold a celebration banquet, how to reward meritorious soldiers, etc...."
Kong Yiji was nagging in Kong Fang's ears like Tang Monk, but Kong Fang was only thinking about raising pigs at this time. He just wanted to be a pig raising technician, teach Lao Song to raise pigs well, and realize pork as soon as possible. free.
He was not in the mood to go to work at the moment.
"Master Kong, I want you to be my master because I want you to handle things on my behalf. If I need to do everything myself, why do I need you as my master?"
"..."
Kong Yiji was choked to the point of almost autistic.
What the master said seems to be right, but it doesn't seem to be right either.
Kong Fang was like a victorious rooster, walking past Kong Yiji with his head held high. When he first came to the county town from the Fang Family Courtyard, he saw a lot of pigweed on the roadside, and that was his main battlefield today.
Kong Yiji looked at the back of the county master and sighed helplessly, "Master, my wife is also waiting for you in the study."
"squeak……"
There was a sudden brake. Kong Chao cursed a little bit. you
Yes, why do you always put important words at the end? What a scam?
Master, can you still do it?
Xiaocui followed him closely, and accidentally bumped into him. Kong Fang was unprepared and was hit so hard that he staggered and almost fell to pieces. Xiaocui was so frightened that she knelt down on the spot, kowtowed and begged for mercy.
In the Daxing Dynasty, servants were the private property of their masters, and their masters were sacred and could not be offended.
She knew she was in big trouble.
If the master is in a good mood, she may only get a few slaps or be deprived of food for three or two days; if the master is in a bad mood, she may be beaten to death with sticks.
Her only way to save herself was to kowtow and beg for mercy.
"Xiao Cui, don't be like this, get up." Kong Fangzheng wished he could grow wings and fly to the study. Xiao Cui's sudden behavior made him anxious and helpless.
Time was urgent and he had no time to comfort her.
"Old Song, you take Xiaocui back first. I'll find you after I finish handling the matter."
Out of desperation, he wised up and left Xiaocui to Lao Song, leaving Kong Yiji and rushed to the study in a hurry.
Kong Yiji looked at his back, as if being chased by a wolf and a dog, and smiled slyly.
He seemed to have found a way to urge his master to work diligently.
Lao Song pulled up Xiao Cui who was still crying and said, "Xiao Cui, congratulations. You and I are destined to be together. If I encounter any difficulties in the future, you have to help me."
Xiao Cui raised her head attentively, the pear blossoms were raining with rain, and it was a little silly and cute, even the pigherd Old Song almost had a wild imagination.
So he became even more certain that his guess was right.
"Old Song, what are you talking about? Why don't I understand you at all?"
"Silly girl, the master has taken a liking to you." Lao Song explained with infinite patience and kindness.
She is his future mistress, and he must show his utmost kindness and please her in advance.
Unexpectedly, Xiaocui jumped up and covered Old Song's mouth, "Old Song, what are you talking about? I have never offended you, why do you want to kill me?"
