Zhang Tao looked at the mountains in the distance, and said in a firm tone, no! I had to do something for the village and change the bad habits of the villagers in raising pigs.

But hundreds of thousands of years of folks have been raising pigs like this, what can you do to make them change? The monkey said in surprise.

Recently, I have read some books about pig farming, and I have a good understanding of pig farming technology. I plan to summarize and sort out a set of information on the disadvantages of raising pigs in the village, and then make a propaganda in the village. Monkey, your cultural skills are better, so help me more. Zhang Tao said with confidence.

Yes! No problem, Brother Tao, you just have to tell me. The monkey said cheerfully. However, he was a little hesitant and funny in his heart, why did Brother Tao somehow think of doing this? Can this be done? Can the habits of the villagers be changed by means of a single document?

Zhang Tao is determined to change the bad habit of raising pigs in the village, because he grew up with pigs since he was a child, and his memories are sweet and bitter. Without this docile and lovely pig, he would not have everything he has now, and this is true. For more than ten years, it was the pig that maintained his poor and white family, providing him with food, clothing and education, and behind the pig were haggard and tired parents.

Isn't the life of a peasant like this? Where can a farmer's life be separated from pigs? Zhang Tao has always been entangled in a question, what is the difference between farmers and pigs, pigs and farmers? Which of them is happier? Whenever he thinks of this problem and is puzzled, he will feel that all the villagers in Chongli will transform into a thin pig, looking for food all over the mountains and fields. Isn't life just a sharp butcher's knife? Isn't that piece of land a slaughterhouse or a grave for burying the villagers?

The pigs are mainly fed with grass, with water, supplemented by coarse grains. Pig food is cooked over a firewood fire.

One of the major advantages of raising pigs in Shanchong is that they can use wild grass and firewood that do not cost money. The weeds and firewood that spread all over the mountains seem to have been specially made for pig farming. Foraging for grass and chopping wood is often a child's job.

Zhang Tao's family has no labor to go down the mine to make money, his father is a private teacher, his income is low, his family is poor, and he completely relies on raising pigs to support his family. The family not only raised pig mothers, but also raised pigs. This makes the task of chopping firewood and pigweed particularly onerous. Zhang Tao was most annoyed by these things when he was a child, especially pulling pigweed, he thought it was a shame, it was a girl's job.

However, you have to be annoyed, who made you the son of a peasant? The sensible little Zhang Tao can only be hard-headed and do this glorious and great thing day after day, year after year. Good guy, what about this job, it has been more than ten years, the pigweed basket was lost in junior high school, and the firewood knife was put down after studying in high school.

In the seventies and eighties, it was not an easy task to find grass and cut firewood. So many pigs in the whole village wailed every day to eat grass, and ate them for nothing, and let the villagers slaughter and eat their meat. The villagers are even more crazy to pull grass in order to have meat to eat. But the village is so big, how can this palm-sized land withstand the crazy plundering of so many people and pigs? As a result, the roadsides, ridges, earthen walls, ditches, mountains and other grassy lands in the village were torn naked by the villagers, and it was more thorough than leaving no traces of fire. Some grass villagers even uproot with a small shovel they carry with them, which can be described as pulling the grass without leaving roots, and the spring breeze blows without growing.

It's far away, and the topic is pulled back. A few days later, Zhang Tao, who came back from school, took a handful of stationery and excitedly said to the monkey, look! Monkey, this is the pig breeding book I have put together.

The monkey took the letter and looked at it, wow! There are dozens of sheets of paper, and each page is densely written. Zhang Tao's broad-mindedness for the villagers made the monkey's admiration for him spontaneous.

Walk! Monkeys, we carved wax paper in elementary school. Zhang Tao and the monkey carved it for a whole day before they carved the wax paper.

When it was time to print, Huzi and they all came over to help. It took nearly three days of busy work and more than 200 yuan of paper and ink to print out more than 400 copies of the "Pig Breeding Book".

During this period, when Zhang Tao found the old village chief to talk about this, he was very happy, slapped Zhang Tao on the shoulder and said, Tugu, good boy! Not bad! It is really commendable to think of contributing and doing something for my hometown. I'll arrange for it right away and notify all the housewives to come and listen to your lecture on pig raising.

In the evening, the women of the village gathered in the primary school hall, sitting or standing, and it was very lively. Some are housewives, some are grandmothers with crutches, some are big girls, and some are pulling or holding children......

The young people distributed the information, the old village chief made an opening remarks, and Zhang Tao began to lecture.

At first, the women were a little curious, and they looked at Zhang Tao with wide eyes one by one, and listened carefully to his lecture. Zhang Tao stood on a small bench and spoke his pig raising scriptures with a loud voice like a bell. He was so proud and happy that the hall seemed to be filled with hundreds of pigs, and under his lectures, they were thriving, white, tender, and fat, and rushed to the slaughterhouse, and exchanged a lot of money for the villagers.

After a while, the auditorium became quiet. The cries of children, the sounds of women cheering each other and greeting each other, came and went. The old village chief's hoarse shouting couldn't stop the noise that had suppressed Zhang Tao's lecture.

Zhang Tao had no choice but to shout, Huzi, monkey, you help these sisters-in-law take those crying children outside to play. In order to support Brother Tao's career, Huzi and his family had to become nannies with children one by one.

The child was taken away, the auditorium was a lot quieter, and Zhang Tao began to lecture in a low voice. Soon, however, the auditorium erupted again. The women didn't believe what Zhang Tao said! What pig pen should be regularly sterilized and flushed, what water can not be used directly, fermentation and sterilization treatment should be carried out first, what feeding should be raw and cooked, thick and thin, small and multiple, and what should be timed, quantitative, qualitative, and temperature-controlled four feeding theories. In particular, he said that vegetables and grass should not be cooked and fed directly, so that they could not accept it, would pigs eat these things if they were not cooked? What should I do if I eat diarrhea?

Almost none of what Zhang Tao said did not make them feel unbelievable and unacceptable. During the lecture, Zhang Tao kept accusing the women in the village of raising pigs that were not right or not, and it was a bit of a taste of picking his nose and eyes, as if he was a pig aunt. This made the women a little impatient, and their attitude towards Zhang Tao was also a little disrespectful. They thought, you are a hairy young man, and you have been studying in school, what can you know about pig raising? We've been raising pigs for decades, and they're still not as good as you? Do you still want to teach?

The women began to bombard Zhang Tao with hundreds of sharp mouths, asking him questions of one kind or another, some of them were purely funny, some were deliberately difficult, and some were bizarre.

In the roar of thousands of cannons, Zhang Tao only felt his brain buzzing, as if ten thousand pigs were eating in his brain. He was so clumsy that he couldn't cope. Yes! Zhang Tao is neither an expert in pig raising, nor has any experience in pig raising, but he has learned some claws and scales from books, thinking about cleaning up the literacy of the eldest sisters, sisters-in-law and aunts in the village, where can he cope with such a complicated scene and answer so many tricky questions?

Needless to say, the lecture ended in a loud and noisy end. Zhang Tao, who is full of spirit and confidence, is now a little depressed and disheartened, and it seems that those deep-rooted traditions and habits cannot be changed in a few words or one or two lessons.

A few days later, Zhang Tao led Huzi and them to check the effectiveness of his lecture. To his devastation, he found that the "Pig Breeding Book" that he had worked so hard to print had been torn out and pasted on the cracks in the walls or windows of the pig barn. Pigs, do you understand?