Long Xiang and Feng Zhong exchanged pleasantries, and suddenly heard livestock calling in the backyard, so he asked curiously:

"What's in the backyard?"

"In the past few years, I have saved some grain, and I have eaten it much more finely, so I have not mixed it with bran to eat, and there is a surplus just to feed the chickens, and your uncle and mother can't bear to throw it away for others, so she got two pigs to raise..."

"Oh? I'll see my aunt."

"Hmm."

Because Hefei opened the market not long ago, coupled with the strict management of the city defense camp, there are fewer foreign vendors, so there are not many commodities in the market, except for the government-run salt, farm tools, cloth villages, etc., most of them are their own surpluses.

Although Feng Zhong's fortune is able to buy meat on the street to eat, there is less meat sold in Hefei now.

Feng Zhong raised pigs for himself, and did not feel ashamed, so he generously took Long Xiang to the pigsty in the backyard.

Feng's wife was cooking pig food at this time, she mixed the bran, crushed bellflower, and rotten vegetables together, and the smell emanating from the ding made the piglets in the pen keep humming.

In this era, there is a shortage of food, and even pigs cannot be fattened.

Long Xiang glanced at the two skinny ones in the circle, and kindly reminded Feng Zhong: "Now Hefei Langzhong is scarce, and veterinarians are even more difficult to find, so you must do a good job of cleaning the pigsty, otherwise it will be difficult to seek medical treatment if you are sick..."

Feng Zhong smiled and quipped, "Your uncle serves them every day, which is more delicate than serving me, the governor, and the pigsty is clean."

When Feng's wife heard the complaint, she immediately accosted her: "Yunqi is going to marry a wife at the end of the year, we have to prepare some congratulatory gifts, he has no shortage of ordinary things, this home-raised pig is just used for the wedding banquet at that time, and it will grow strong if it is finer..."

"Uncle and mother have a heart, but the little nephew is disrespectful..."

Long Xiang was not polite to Feng's wife, but directly hugged his fists and saluted, and then joked: "Remember to send one head and keep one head when the time comes, so that the guests can have fragrant mouths."

Feng's wife replied while stirring, "We watched Yunqi grow up, and finally wait until you marry a wife and start a family, it's okay to have two pigs, and I will raise them again next year."

"That's not good, my uncle has worked hard for more than half a year, if I give it all, I won't accept it." Long Xiang is unquestionably serious. Five

Feng's wife continued: "I don't grow crops now, and I don't have much to do on weekdays, so it's not easy to raise two pigs?

Besides, the pigsty you designed is very good, it is easy and convenient to rinse, and the manure goes directly down the culvert..."

"Uncle Zhong." Long Xiang turned his head and glared at Feng Zhong.

Feng Zhong understood Long Xiang and knew that he would do what he said, so he understood and said to his wife: "Okay, Yunqi is now the lord of Hefei, he said that if you send one, you will send one, and if you are not an outsider, don't be polite."

"Oh..."

Long Xiang looked at the piglet wagging his tail and begging for food, and suddenly asked Feng Zhong curiously: "In the past two years in Tuntian, Hefei, some families should have saved some surplus grain, and there must be a lot of pigs, right?"

"Hefei's grain tax is not high, there is no forced labor, there are generally two prime of life in the family, there will be grain left over after hard work, and the bran that cannot be used is either sold, at first it was just to raise some chickens and ducks, but now there are more pigs raised, and life is gradually getting better..."Feng Zhong replied kindly.

"That's good."

Long Xiang sighed with emotion, he thinks that there is no difficulty in governing the locality, as long as the policy is in place, there is no war, and there are fewer natural disasters, the people themselves will live well.

Feng Zhong patted him on the shoulder and encouraged: "It will get better and better in the future, we all believe in you..."

"By the way, Uncle Zhong, I heard that gelding pigs will grow faster, and the meat will taste better, and you have all the talents in your craftsman's camp, go back and find a skilled hand to gelding pigs."

"Is there such a thing?"

Seeing that Long Xiang said it seriously, Feng Zhong, who was stunned, nodded in confusion: "It doesn't matter if the taste will be better, if the long meat is fast, you can give it a try, since Yunqi is so sure, I will do it..."

"Uncle Zhong, don't worry, the little nephew won't lie to you."

It was inconvenient for Long Xiang to explain the source, so he prevaricated with a sloppy eye.

I remember that some people in later generations derogated pork and touted that Westerners eating beef and mutton were nutritious and healthy, but also

Some people retort that raising pigs and eating meat is the progress of civilization.

Among the three animals in Taijiao, the meat of pigs is much faster than that of cattle and sheep, and it is also the livestock with the highest rate of conversion of meat from plants, so pork is the best choice for ancient people to taste meat.

Long Xiang stayed at Feng Zhong's house until nightfall, and when he returned to the military Sima Mansion, he was about to go to bed, but found that the lights in the hall were lit and someone seemed to be talking.

As soon as he walked to the door, he was discovered by Lu Su and Zhang Zhao in the hall, and the two immediately got up to greet each other.

"Mr. Zibu?"

"General Long is polite."

"Zibu has to come to see you first, and then go to the post house to rest..."

Seeing Long Xiang's kind face, Zhang Zhao arched his hand and asked, "I came late today, didn't delay the general's rest, right?"

"Don't delay, as the saying goes" There are friends from afar who don't say anything, I'm worried that my husband will have to rest, so he should be sent directly to the post house."

Long Xiang returned the salute with his fists, and his tone was quite polite.

Zhang Zhao said solemnly, "What's the point of resting? I can sleep after finishing the business first, I have already told Zijing and I just now, my lord wants to reconcile with the general, and the dock ship will bring 5,000 grains, and the general will be able to go out of the city tomorrow to inspect, and then he should be able to take Deng Dang and the others?"

"Of course you can, I said it first, since Sun Bofu has fulfilled the contract, there is no need for Hefei to waste rice and grain to feed the prisoners..."

"That's very good..."

Zhang Zhao nodded, and suddenly looked at Long Xiang again and asked, "I wonder if I can see them tonight?"

"Tonight? It is estimated that everything has stopped, what about tomorrow morning? I promise no less."

Long Xiangxin said that I haven't inspected the goods yet, should you think that the person is gone, and wait until tomorrow to talk about the conditions?

Those captives have worked all day, and they can't arrange a good wash?

"Uh... It's fine..."

Zhang Zhaoren was under the roof, and he couldn't refuse Long Xiang's words.

The two kept tugging in the hall in the name of reminiscing, and exchanged pleasantries for nearly an hour before returning to the post house.

Long Xiang turned a corner to ask Sun Ce about the military situation, and Zhang Zhao also changed his tricks to explore the reality of Hefei, and you didn't ask much truth when you came and went.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhang Zhao was like a person begging Party A to do something, and went to the door early to wait to see the Jiangdong captives.

Long Xiang didn't shirk the blame, and took him directly to the Hero Monument.

In front of the Heroes Monument, Zhang Zhao met Deng Dang.

After a few months of working in Hefei, Deng Dang's group was obviously dark and thin, but they were lucky to still be alive.

I don't know if it was because I came to the monument to mourn, or because I saw Long Xiang coming with Zhang Zhao, many of the captives were in tears.

Zhang Zhao frowned and was about to ask, but Long Xiang waved his hand and shouted to everyone: "Mr. Zibu is here to pick you up, and when the boat is ready on the dock, you can return to Jiangdong later..."

"Today?"

"Today."

After receiving Long Xiang's affirmative answer, the captives almost jumped up, and a few of them secretly wiped their tears.

Zhang Zhao felt sour when he saw this face, and guessed that it had been difficult in the past few months.

Zhang Zhao wanted to say something, but suddenly caught a glimpse of the inscription on the stele.

The five characters of the Heroes Monument are inscribed by Long Xiang, and the handwriting is not beautiful but has a reckless momentum.

Who dares to erect a monument and call himself a hero? And to force the Jiangdong captives to worship? It just doesn't make sense.

"General Long, dare to ask who this hero is..."