The man in the windbreaker, the name is the Japanese side Jingting. 35xs

The son of an entrepreneur in Chang'an Province, he has not learned since he was a child.

At the age of twenty, he took over a farm under his father.

In the name of his father, there are countless troubled women.

At this time, while driving, he scolded angrily: "Pretending to be high, sooner or later you will become Lao Tzu's subordinate......"

With Wen Zilong's current ear power, he naturally heard these words clearly.

His heart was cold, and he had already sentenced this Fang Jingting to death.

But he couldn't let him die like this, it was too cheap for him.

He wants to make him regret coming into this world.

More than an hour later, Wen Zilong followed Fang Jingting's Land Rover to Fang's animal husbandry in the western suburbs of Chang'an City.

Although it is not as remote as Wen Yuqi's Longqi Farm, it is in the suburbs after all, and few people come on weekdays.

Looking down from above, I saw that there was an area of more than 3,000 square meters below.

Wen Zilong glanced at it with a thermal induction 20, and saw that there were a large number of pigs here.

Roughly estimated, I'm afraid there are 3,000 heads.

In the southeast corner, there is a huge cold storage.

Inside is stored a whole fan of pork.

Wen Zilong secretly rejoiced in his heart.

The day of raising pigs is coming again.

He first stopped on a tall aspen tree next to the farm and closed his eyes.

Before you start work, squint for a while.

After all, I'm afraid I'll have to work all night tonight.

Time passed slowly, and it was twelve o'clock in the evening.

It's almost winter, the weather is a little cold, and people go to bed early.

The workers on the farm have also fallen asleep for a long time.

Bang –

In the quiet of the night, a loud voice suddenly sounded.

Wen Zilong only felt a sharp pain in his body and opened his eyes.

looked at the surrounding situation, and spit out a sentence speechlessly: As a bird, it can fall from the trees when sleeping, and Lao Tzu is probably the first bird in ancient and modern times.

Flapping the dust on his belly and chest with his wings, he flapped his wings and flew over the farm.

I found a corner that the camera couldn't capture, and slowly descended.

A shout in his mind: "Transform the form of the bloodthirsty flying crocodile." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, his body began to change violently.

The feathers of the body began to disappear rapidly;

The coarse scales are revealed;

A pair of feathered wings became fleshy wings;

The sharp and thick beak turned into a wide mouth full of sharp teeth;

The tail feathers become thick and long;

Wen Zilong turned his head and looked at his crocodile suit, feeling so handsome that he didn't have a girlfriend.

Continue to shout to the system in his mind: "Start and find me, I'll let you hehehe." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the color of his body quickly changed, forming the same color as the red square bricks on the ground.

Regarding the name of this skill, Wen Zilong felt speechless every time he called it. 35xs

With a slight flapping of his wings, he quickly climbed along the corner of the wall at a speed of ten meters per second to the position of the pig shed.

There are three huge pig sheds in total.

In each barn, there are about a thousand pigs.

At this time, it was almost winter, and the windows on both sides of the pig shed were hung with thick cotton curtains to keep warm.

The gate was not locked, and a thick cotton curtain hung over it.

Wen Zilong climbed into the pigsty from under the curtain, and suddenly a strong smell of the pigsty came to his nose.

Wen Zilong had been in the mountains for a long time, and he was used to the fresh air, and at this time, he was so washed by the smell of this pigsty that he almost choked and coughed.

Shaking his head, he secretly comforted himself in his heart: don't go into the pigsty, you have to raise pigs.

Walked inside and climbed inside.

The whole huge pigsty has a two-meter-wide aisle in the middle and two rows of pigsty on either side.

Each pigsty houses about twenty pigs of various sizes.

Wen Zilong walked in the central aisle, like a head of state reviewing the army.

He took a square step, waved his right wing, and said, "Hello comrades! ”

"Hmph-"

All he answered was the chirping of the pigs.

Wen Zilong didn't care and said, "Comrades have worked hard! ”

"Hmph-"

There was still only the chirping of the pigs.

Wen Zilong smiled and said in his heart:

"In the coming days, I will have an unforgettable, pleasant, and bloody time with you. However, this chief is a newcomer, so please take care of me. ”

"Hmph-"

All he answered was the snort of the pigs.

Of course, it was late at night, and many pigs had already fallen asleep, and there were not many pigs who responded to him.

Wen Zilong walked forward from the aisle while pacing in all directions.

A moment later, we came to a pigsty.

In this pigsty, all the pigs are already asleep.

Wen Zilong quietly climbed into the pigsty along the wall.

The huge crocodile mouth, on the back of one of the fattest sows, gently bites like this, injecting venom into its body.

Because his saliva contains pain-relieving factors, the sow did not feel pain.

Wen Zilong retreated, hid in the corner, and waited quietly.

In just three minutes, the pig was already hanging in its sleep.

Wen Zilong crawled over, lay on the pig's body, first bit its wound a little bigger, and then used his tongue to lick the blood flowing from the wound.

It's like eating soup dumplings and drinking soup before eating meat.

When the blood is almost licked, go to eat the meat.

Eat slowly.

Eating is an art.

And Wen Zilong's eating is even more art in art.

After honing his time at the zoo, he became more and more proficient in eating meat.

He was able to make only one hole in the pig's belly and then eat all the meat inside without destroying any other part of the skin and without bleeding a single drop.

Then he licked it around and licked every drop of blood clean.

Finally, the skin is eaten.

This is not just a disc operation, this is completely eating the plate.

After eating the pig, he climbed out of this pigsty and into another pigsty.

After all, you can't put a sheep on it to gather wool.

And it has to be evenly wetted with rain and dew.

In one night, he ate three pigs, easily enough to eat 500 kilograms of meat.

Towards dawn, he quietly crawled out of the pig farm.

Fang Jingting, as the field manager, basically has no management skills except for eating, drinking and having fun.

The management of the entire farm is quite chaotic.

There are more than 200 pigsties, and although the number of pigs in each pigsty is about fifteen, the number is not fixed.

Some are eleven or twelve, some are seventeen or eighteen.

So it's hard to spot which pigsty has one or two or two or three pigs missing.

Moreover, the so-called upper beam is not correct and the lower beam is crooked.

The field manager is so blind, and the employees below are naturally also foolish.

All they have to do is feed and clean up their excrements every day.

Counting the quantity?

That doesn't exist.

This gave Wen Zilong the opportunity to come and steal pigs every night.

People steal people, Lao Tzu steals pigs.

It seems a bit stumbling to think about it.