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The mischievous light of the sun, through the gaps between the leaves, was carved into the ground, and pieces of golden light shattered.

The thousands of little piglets that can't be seen at a glance form a sea of pigs, you arch me, I arch you, silly and well-behaved squeezing around.

Wang Ziyue combed a tassel bun, a begonia bead flower was obliquely inserted on the top of his head, and a six-ling yarn fan swayed in his hand.

She stood under the eaves of the porch, the sun on her long eyelashes, a layer of golden shadows, her eyes slanted, looked at Chai Lin beside her, Fang Zhongyong, and then looked at Wang Anshi, who was stunned at the piglets, and laughed out loud.

"The group of bandits who went to the horse gang didn't want this pig, they would rather exchange it for silver, and my father and Lord Wang couldn't buy these pigs." Wang Anshi stood in the group of piglets with the sun on his face.

As the background of Comrade Wang Anshi, the piglets are too beautiful to look at directly, but there is no sense of disobedience.

"Thanks to the Chai officials, this place is given, otherwise, where will these pig babies be placed." Wang Ziyue pursed her lips, and then Wang Anshi's words said:

"The court is not authentic, my father has been around for such a long time, these thousand pigs are still pig babies, it seems that we have to raise them ourselves and then sell them, so we have to pay for this shortfall."

"You still laugh, for this shortfall, my mother will callouse my father's ears with broken thoughts." Wang Anshi doted on his sister, and smiled cutely, looking at Fang Zhongyong and Chai Lin, that look seemed to be waiting for Fang Zhongyong's ghost idea.

Fang Zhongyong looked at the little piglets who were like waves, and his heart crackled and made a small calculation.

The pig raising method of the Great Song Dynasty at this time, in Fang Zhongyong's era, was a proper original and pollution-free breeding. It is mainly mixed with bran and rice paste. However, it is difficult to raise very fat pigs. Pigs have a long growth period and are not strong enough to sell at a good price.

As a modern person, later generations have adopted the feeding method of "first fine and then green", a combination of dry and wet according to the digestion method of pigs

-- That is, feed concentrate first, then feed green feed, less frequent addition, three times per meal, so that the pig can eat within half an hour.

The so-called concentrate refers to the protein feed, such as beans, peanuts, sesame, cottonseeds; It is mixed with starchy feeds such as corn, rice, barley, wheat, sweet potatoes, etc.

The so-called green fodder refers to vegetables and forage.

In the specific feeding operation mode and feed ratio, the ancient and modern differences are huge, the effect is naturally the modern quick fat pig to make money faster, but you can also save some of the original pollution-free ancient piglets.

As for how to make modern feed for raising big fat pigs, write a list by yourself and hand it over to the two families of Chai Wang, who are responsible for raising pigs and hired farmers, who naturally do it better than doing it themselves.

Fang Zhongyong thought about it, leaned down, picked up a little black pig, took a look, and then looked at Wang Anshi and said:

"These pigs, patchwork, are not all the same breed, of course, most of them are meat pigs, which need to be fattened and strong in a reasonable way, and then sold to butchers. But there are a few, like this one I have—"

Wang Anshi took the little black pig in Fang Zhongyong's hand, the little black pig arched desperately in his arms, and the dirt on his body rubbed on Wang Anshi's body, but he still stretched out his mouth and rubbed it on his placket.

"This is a little fragrant pig, this kind of pig will not grow too big, his role is mainly to be a pet for some eunuchs." Fang Zhongyong touched the pig in Wang Anshi's arms, smiled and glanced at Wang Anshi, and then at Wang Ziyue.

Wang Ziyue was shocked by that gaze, and the unrestrained and heroic emotions in Fang Zhongyong's deviant works appeared in his heart. I can't help but look away. He looked around in the east, west, north and south, just avoiding Fang Zhongyong's gaze.

Fang Zhongyong didn't care very much, and continued:

"I think we might as well leave the breeding pigs and feed them carefully. Then set aside a batch of 100 first-class pigs, feed them with first-class feed, and sell them to large households in the future, and then I will write some scripts and do some propaganda for the growth of these first-class pigs, so as to distinguish them from other pigs. ”

"What kind of script can this pig write?" Chai Lin on the side interjected: "Still leaving breeding pigs? So after this batch is solved, do you still want to continue to raise? However, officials who do business and raise pigs will be impeached and criticized.

That's not allowed, my Chai family raised these pigs, and the money from the sale, except for the part that was still lost to Uncle Wang, everything else belonged to my Chai family. In this way, the Wang family will be liberated, and Uncle Wang will no longer have to be broken by his aunt. ”

"That's exactly what happened." Fang Zhongyong smiled and looked at Chai Lin, and said in his heart, this kid really doesn't know if he can make money, he plans for Wang Ziyue everywhere first, Ziyue sister, if you don't become a couple with our Chai Gongzi, you can't help the enthusiastic melon-eating masses.

Then, he raised his head and smiled, looked at the sky slyly, as if he was reminiscing, shook his head and said: "This kind of pig, there is a senior named Jin Yong, who has written a ready-made book of words to use. The name is "The Legend of Deer and Ding". ”

"The Legend of Deer and Ding?" Wang Anshi was curious: "What kind of content is that?" How come I have never heard of it? ”

Fang Zhongyong said with a haha: "It's also a gag, and it hasn't had time to be printed yet."

However, the important point is that the pigs fed in it are fed with Huadiao wine and Poria cake, and are called 'Huadiao Poria Pigs', which are tribute pigs and are worth extraordinary. We also named our first-class pigs, and we were sure that there would be big ones on the hook. ”

As soon as Wang Ziyue heard Fang Zhongyong talk about the gag, she was curious, her face was slightly hot, and she said in her heart, I really don't know how many outrageous things there are, and when she heard that he wanted to use this to fool the rich and noble, she felt very funny, and she was stunned for a while, holding her cheeks in a daze.

Fang Zhongyong naturally didn't plan to copy the full text of "The Story of Deer and Ding", but the part of flirting with the little county lord with a flower-carved poria pig is still very good to write. Thinking of this, I can't help but recall the gorgeous life of Lord Wei Xiaobaowei, it is really a beautiful blessing to enjoy forever, and longevity is the same as the sky.

However, Wang Anshi did not dislike the pig at all, and kept holding the little black pig, teasing the pig's belly for a while, poking the pig's nose for a while, tearing the pig's ears for a while, and then the little black pig hula and released the water, and shhhh

Everyone pinched their noses one after another, Wang Ziyue hurriedly sent someone to boil water, and then urged Wang Anshi to bathe and change clothes.

……

The township test is approaching, and the learning atmosphere in Lushan Academy has reached its peak.

But in the past few days, Fang Zhongyong didn't move, so he ran to the kitchen stove of the academy to Zhang Luo, coming and going, coming and going, and mingling with the kitchen ladies in the kitchen stove, and the work was in full swing.

It is said that the gentleman is far away from cooking, but Fang Zhongyong is a person who is used to being a maverick, so everyone doesn't care a little too much.

Chai Lin was tickled by his actions, and he couldn't sit still. In the afternoon of this day, Fang Zhongyong walked towards the kitchen stove with his front feet, and Chai Lin secretly followed behind, determined to find out what Fang Zhongyong was doing.

I saw Fang Zhongyong pour the ointment into the ointment, and after a while, the ointment became a boiling oil soup. He lifted the somen next to him and quickly threw it into the soup, which seemed to be bent up as if it had been burned, and shrank into a curly shape.

Fang Zhongyong took out the rolled noodles and dried them on a large cage drawer, and then made a bowl of chicken soup, dried the dried vegetables and curled noodles on the cage drawer, and sprinkled them into the boiling chicken soup at once, and then put in the condiments.

The kitchen and stove room were full of aromas, and Chai Lin couldn't stop shouting: "Don't call me for stealing food, or aren't you brothers?" ”

Fang Zhongyong turned his head, on his fair face, there was a black ash mark on his lips, which should have been printed by the blowtorch, but he made a grimace with a refreshed face.

While beckoning Chai Lin to come over and taste it, he said: "The next township test will take a few days, a few days in the small black house, how to make it by only gnawing dry cakes, you have to have some instant noodles." ”

Chai Lin grinned with hot teeth, and at the same time sent the noodles to his mouth, and shouted "delicious".

Suddenly, he looked up again and said, "Instant noodles? Is this called instant noodles? Why isn't it called Nakayoung noodles? It's awesome to add your own name. ”