The two brothers Huang Chai and Huang Yan have been working at the Qiushi Inn for several months.

The ignorance and fear when he first arrived in the capital has completely disappeared, and he has transformed into a foreigner who is familiar with all kinds of secret prostitution gambling houses and is more proficient in gambling and sex than the locals.

Although the work of Qiushi Inn is tiring, this tiredness is only relative to the people of the capital. If it is compared to their life in Biansai, then Bianjing in the Great Song Dynasty, in this place known as the heart of the world, is simply a paradise.

Sometimes, when the Huang brothers heard other men complain that they didn't have enough money to spend, not enough to eat, and not enough to dress nicely, they really wanted to step on the faces of these locals and spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm.

The people of the capital of the Great Song Dynasty lived too nourishingly. Huang Chai sighed: "Reincarnation is really a technical job, if our brothers are here, how can we use those decades of inferior pigs and dogs?

Today, it was the turn of the two brothers, Huang Chai and Huang Yan, to deliver swill outside the city.

As early as a few years ago, when Mr. Liu Lao, the swill of Qiushi Inn was made with a pig raising occasion outside the city. The pig farm gave a certain amount of silver to the Qiushi Inn every year, and then the swill from the Qiushi Inn would be given to the pig farm throughout the year.

In the past few months, after Qin Tieniu took over the inn, the amount of swill has increased sharply, more than double that of before. The pig farm shopkeeper is naturally very happy, and every time he rewards the guy who comes to deliver swill, he has a few pennies. Qin Tieniu felt that after the New Year, the money of this swill would have to rise, and as for how much it would rise, it was still under consideration.

Because it was the first time for the Huang brothers to send it, they were led by an old man.

On the way, Huang Chai was close to the old man surnamed Bai, asking east and west, the old man was a bachelor, nearly fifty years old, and his mother-in-law did not have any children. He is not a man of few words, but he looks down on the Huang brothers from the border town, so he doesn't pay much attention to them.

"Brother Bai, I heard that the surname of the shopkeeper of this pig farm is Hu, and he is a thief, isn't he?" Huang Chai put the rope on his shoulder and pulled it hard.

"Hmm...," the old fellow surnamed Bai nodded.

Huang Chai said: "I don't believe it, I heard that the pig farm can earn a lot of silver a year, and the shopkeeper Hu is so rich and still picking?"

"What do you know?" the white guy said coldly, the corners of his mouth slanted, he was very disdainful of this foreigner from a small town, and sure enough, people in small places just didn't know it: "The richer you are, the more you pick the door, haven't you heard of this truth?" It's to go deep into the bones... No... Marrow.... ”

Huang Chai thought about it and felt that what Lao Bai said was quite reasonable, but after thinking about it again, he felt that it was not quite right, and said: "That's not right, isn't our Chen Dadong's family very generous?"

The white guy was originally going to explain it, but he ignored this yellow firewood, after all, the gap between people in big places and people in small places is too big. But hearing Huang Chai say this, the white guy couldn't help but raise his voice and said: "Can he compare with our big boss? Who is our boss? The shopkeeper Hu is just a small pig farm shopkeeper, our big boss is the commander of the Northern Army, a student of the cultivation institute, one in the sky and one in the ground, you don't say this kind of thing in the future, otherwise even if the shopkeeper Qin doesn't trouble you, I want to beat you!"

"Yes, yes, I said the wrong thing, I should have hit. Huang Chai hurriedly slapped himself, and said with a smile: "Brother Bai, tonight, brother is the east, let's have a drink." ”

The white guy glared at Huang Chai, didn't agree or refuse, waved his hand, and signaled to hurry up.

Along the way, seeing that the two Huang brothers were pulling in front and pushing in the back, they were very hard-working, without the slightest laziness, and arrived at the pig farm two quarters of an hour faster than normal, so the white guy nodded: "Okay, see that you are still honest, I will give you a chance to invite me tonight." "Actually, the white guy likes to drink very much, and when he hears that there is wine, he can't wait for it.

Hu Zhang's pig farm is actually not big, there are about 100 pigs, this is almost the New Year, the business is booming, and several can be sold every day.

The method of raising pigs with swill in Beijing only started twenty or thirty years ago. Earlier, pigs were not fed swill, but mainly grazing and grazing.

There's a story here.

It is said that it is a large pig family, because there are often leftovers that cannot be eaten, and the beggars are reluctant to throw them away, and they feel wasteful when they throw them away, so one day they have a whim to feed the pigs.

At first, I just had the idea of not wasting it, and it was better to eat my own pigs than to give them to irrelevant people.

But after feeding and feeding, I found that the pigs grew much better than when they were grazing, and after half a year, the pigs grew fat and strong, which was much faster than grazing and grazing.

Later, this method gradually spread, and more and more people fed pigs with swill, and the pigs became fatter and fatter.

So far, almost every family inside and outside the capital will try their best to collect swill to feed the pigs as long as they have pigs at home.

The two Huang Chai brothers watched the yellow-brown swill poured into the pig trough, and couldn't help but sigh: "We starve many people to death every day, if everyone had a bowl of swill, there would be no need to die." ”

Bai said: "That's right, a few years ago, there was a great drought in Huaiyang, and tens of thousands of hungry people came to the capital, and at that time, our shopkeeper arranged for us to give alms outside the city, brought those leftovers, and saved many people." Alas... People, it's hard to say, when you don't have anything to eat, you think about being full, and when you have food to eat, you want to have wine to drink, and when you don't have one..."

The Huang brothers glanced at each other, and their hatred for Chen Letian deepened in their hearts.

What's wrong with them? The three brothers, who joined the gang just to eat for a while, but if they have the slightest way to eat enough, who wants to live that life of licking blood with a knife?

Besides, what's wrong with them? From the time they joined the gang to the time when their third brother died, they fled from the gang, and from beginning to end, the three brothers together did not kill as many people as the big bosses alone, they were the least killed in the entire gang, and even everyone looked down on them because of this, and disliked them for being cowardly.

If they could have lived their current life earlier, how could they have become the murderous horse bandits?

Why did the third brother have to die? Why did you Chen Letian eat and drink spicy food in the capital since childhood, while we have been starving since we were children?

Why are you so high that you trample on us like ants? Just because you were born in the capital of the Great Song Dynasty? Just because you were lucky enough to join the Northern Army?

Is it fair?

If we were also born in the capital of the Great Song Dynasty, if we also went to join the army and join the Northern Army, maybe we would be more capable than you Chen Letian!

All you Chen Lotian must die!

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