Lao Song was responsible for selecting sites to expand the pig farm.
The pig farm can no longer be built in the backyard. It is barely feasible to raise one or two pigs in the backyard, but if you raise 180 pigs, it will not stink!
The farm not only raises meat pigs, but also breeding pigs, and Xiaocui and Lao Song are in charge. Because they were both illiterate, Kong Yiji was responsible for explaining the breeding technology textbook he wrote.
After assigning the tasks, Kong Fang was about to leave when Xiaocui suddenly knelt down in front of him and said "bang, bang, bang, bang" three times, "Thank you for your kindness, sir. Xiaocui is willing to work for me."
"Well……"
Kong Fang was stunned by Xiaocui's reaction.
Raising pigs is dirty, smelly and tiring, so why are you so excited?
Seeing this, Kong Yiji whispered in his ear for a while, and then he remembered that pigherders in the Daxing Dynasty were not just for anyone who wanted to be, and had a very high social status.
Xiaocui's identity is that of a servant. Servants are the private property of the master and have no social status. To put it bluntly, they are just tools for walking.
When Xiaocui became a pigherder, she changed her destiny. From then on, the chicken became a phoenix.
Kong Fang signaled Kong Yiji to help her up. Xiaocui was bought by Zhu Dachang. After Zhu Dachang died, the deed of sale was still there, so he simply ordered Kong Yiji to find Xiaocui and burn the deed of sale, and free her.
When Xiao Cui heard this, she burst into tears, and she was so angry that she immediately transformed into an ox and horse for Kong Fang to drive.
Kong Fang felt a little sad. It was too difficult for people in Daxing Dynasty to live.
He was a little proud, after all, he could change a person's fate with just one word, and bringing her back from hell to the world was something to be proud of.
He almost took the initiative and restored the freedom of other servants. But in the overall environment of the Daxing Dynasty, even though he was a dignified official, he was still insignificant.
If he insisted on doing this, Fang Shiqing would probably hang him up and beat him, not to mention anyone else.
Changing the social status quo requires not only courage, but also strength.
He comforted Xiaocui a little and left. He is the boss and is only responsible for the general direction. As for the operational details, it is completed by his employees.
When he returned to his home in the backyard, he had just laid down to take a nap when the Yamen servant came to inform Mr. Luo to see him. Kong Fangma slipped up and stood up. Mr. Luo was one of the few great scholars in the Daxing Dynasty. He, a younger generation, did not dare to act like a big star.
He ordered the servant to prepare tea and hurried to the living room.
"I didn't know that Mr. Luo was here, so I missed my welcome from afar. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." When he saw Mr. Luo from a distance, he bowed to him. When Mr. Luo saw this, he stroked his beard and laughed.
"The county gentleman is too polite. It's the old man who is bothering the county gentleman. I hope the county gentleman won't blame him."
"Sir, please don't say that. You are the mentor of the three Shiqing siblings, and also my mentor. Moreover, Kong Fang dare not forget your recommendation."
Kong Fang looked sincere.
Mr. Luo laughed "haha" again and waved his hand, "Not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning."
Kong Fang invited the other party to sit down. They both sat down and the servant served fragrant tea.
While drinking tea, the two talked about what happened during this period, especially the killing of the bandits headed by Zhu Chongjiu. Mr. Luo even praised Kong Fang's literary and military skills, and he was a rare young talent in the ages.
Kong Fang did not dare to be greedy for credit and gave most of the credit to Luo Wenpeng.
Mr. Luo smiled and said nothing.
He learned about the battle in Wengcheng in detail from Luo Wenpeng. If Luo Wenpeng has merit, it is just that he and his thirty soldiers have merit in leading and training troops.
Because the entire bandit suppression war was planned by Kong Fang, without the miraculous effect of the fire attack, maybe the county soldiers could defeat the bandits, but they would definitely kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred to themselves, which is definitely not the current battle loss of 0:500. Compare.
As for the thunder that appeared later, it was said that it was specially sent by God to destroy Zhu Chongjiu. As a great Confucian, only he knew how much he would believe.
It's just that Kong Fang didn't want to tell the truth and it was inconvenient for him to get to the bottom of it.
After talking about the war, Mr. Luo returned to the topic.
He took out the handwritten version of "Journey to the West". Since Fang Shibo was sent to the county school by his eldest sister, Kong Fang had no ghostwriter and he hadn't "written" for a long time.
The "Journey to the West" in Mr. Luo's hand contains ten chapters, which were copied to him by Fang Shiyi. There are not many chapters, but success will pique his interest.
"Your Majesty, this "Journey to the West" has aroused the bookworm in me. I feel uncomfortable if I don't read it for a day. May I ask your Majesty, is it not finished yet?"
"certainly."
Kong Fang nodded decisively. There were a hundred chapters in "Journey to the West", and he had only "written" ten of them, and there were still ninety left.
When Mr. Luo heard this, he immediately acted like a naughty kid who knew he had candy to eat. His eyes lit up and he grabbed Kong Fang's hand tightly.
"My lord, can you write it quickly? Even one chapter will do."
Kong Fang scratched his head in embarrassment. "Journey to the West" is in his mind and he can read it when he opens his mouth. However, it is not easy to turn it into text.
"Sir, I... Hehe... As you know, I lost many skills because of a strange disease, and writing is one of them. Not only did I write slowly, but the words I wrote were also extremely ugly."
"Before, I dictated it, and Shibo wrote it. Now that Shibo is not at home, I am full of ambition but not strong enough."
Mr. Luo stroked his forehead.
What Kong Fang said was "facts" and he was embarrassed to "force others to make things difficult". But becoming addicted to books is like a smoker who becomes addicted to cigarettes and feels exhausted without taking a few puffs!
Fang Shibo was studying in the county school. As a great Confucian, he regarded the students' studies as a top priority. He would never let Fang Shibo interrupt his studies for ghostwriting.
Fang Shiyi is a woman, so it is not convenient for the two of them to stay in the same room for a long time, which may cause trouble.
Fang Shiqing didn't need to avoid suspicion, but she only liked dancing with guns and sticks, and didn't like writing. He also heard that their relationship as a couple was not good, and they couldn't talk much.
It was impractical to ask her to ghostwrite.
"Your Majesty, how about I ghostwrite for you?"
Mr. Luo put his head towards Kong Fang, his eyes filled with anticipation for the little kid who seemed to be asking for candy.
Kong barely managed to slide off the chair.
A great scholar of a generation actually ghostwrote for a small county magistrate. Even if he had such a heart, he would not dare to have such courage.
Lao Luo, can you be more serious?
But he was too embarrassed to refuse. How much face would it be for a great scholar to ghostwrite for you, a mere county magistrate?
If you dare to refute other people's face, that's just shameless! If word spreads, will he still be able to hang out in Daxing Dynasty, especially in the officialdom of Daxing Dynasty?
His mind was tied with countless knots, then relaxed, knotted again, relaxed again...
Finally, he hesitated and said: "It is my honor for you to ghostwrite for me. I can only ask for it."
"But... you also know that writing a book is a hard job. The inspiration for writing a book is like a geyser. It comes and goes, and there is no guarantee."
"Sir, you can't stay by my side all day long. I'm afraid I won't be able to find inspiration when you're here, but once you leave, inspiration will come."
"Also, inspiration likes to be quiet, especially in the dead of night, when inspiration comes. How dare I let my husband stay up late?"
