After breakfast, Kong asked Xiaocui to accompany him to the backyard pigsty, he wanted to know how the people of Daxing raised pigs.

If possible, he wants to vigorously develop the pig industry in Qinghe County and achieve regional pork freedom.

The swineherd Lao Song, in his early forties, was strong, barefoot and coarse, with pig manure on his feet and pig food residue on his coarse clothes. Don't look at him dirty, but among all the subordinates of the county government, his status is the highest.

People are more expensive than pigs. The servants recognized him as superior.

The man who walked like the wind on weekdays now sat by the pigsty sullenly. A few days ago, the old man ordered to slaughter a big fat pig, and he didn't even catch the pig hair, and fed it all to the gang Qiu Ba in the county barracks.

But he dared to be angry but did not dare to speak.

Don't look at him as rough as he looks, in fact, his mind is quite exquisite. He understood that he could become a county swineherd, not because he was handsome, but because he was the son-in-law of the eldest sister of the aunt of Zhu Dachang's main house in the former county.

In the almost ten days since he took office, he has never stepped into the pigsty, and the two have never even met.

Lao Song smelled a hint of danger, and the swineherd's job was most likely lost.

The crisis of unemployment haunted him, causing him to suffer from gains and losses.

He is accustomed to life in the city, and even more accustomed to the days when the villagers are shy and shyly every time he returns to the village.

But once a son of heaven and a courtier, Zhu Zhixian was beheaded by mountain bandits, and Xinzhi County was not related to him, why did he keep himself?

Alas!

Although the city routine is deep, he still does not want to go back to the countryside.

I don't want to go back to the countryside, and the city has no place to stand, if a big Qinghe county can't accommodate him as a countryman. Looking at the long road of life, there is no clue at all.

The heavy frustration left him physically and mentally exhausted.

"Old Song."

He looked up and saw that it was Xiao Cui, and he lowered his eyelids. Just when his eyelids drooped, he seemed to see a flash of light, the county magistrate had come to the pigsty!

The old man didn't come, he suffered from gains and losses.

When the old man appeared, he was so shocked that he stiffened.

"Old ...... Lord......"

He stumbled and couldn't speak. But his mind was flying rapidly, speculating on the purpose of the master's trip, and secretly thinking in his heart that the Buddha blessed him, and the master must not let himself get out of class.

"Old Song, don't be nervous, sit down, sit down."

Kong Fang tried to make himself appear friendly. Lao Song was two rounds older than him, and his vicissitudes reminded him of his father in his previous life.

Lao Song seemed to hear the sound of a boulder falling to the ground with a "bang", and his chest cavity was smashed a little painfully, but he selectively ignored it, landed on his knees, and bowed his head.

"Song Laosi knocks to see the master!"

Kong Fang stretched out his hand to help him up, but when he saw that his nails were black and seemed to be stained with pig dung, he immediately changed his hand to wave his hand.

"Old Song, get up, I don't like this set of rituals."

Lao Song still insisted on kowtowing three times before getting up. He pulled a bench and wiped it with his sleeve several times, and even wiped it with his mouth open to blow away the dust.

Kong Fang finally felt gracious and sat down.

"Old Song, I'm looking for you, I want to ask you something." Kong Fang asked for things in a matter, but Lao Song was flattered, if it wasn't for Kong Fang stopping him, he would have to kneel again.

"I don't dare to ask for advice, as long as the master needs it, Lao Song and I will not give up when I go to the soup and die."

Kong Fang smiled.

"I heard that you have been raising pigs in the county government for many years, and you must have a lot of experience. As for me, I just want to know how you usually raise it. Look at that pig, you must have put a lot of effort into it, right? ”

When it comes to raising pigs, Lao Song instantly came to the spirit. Hearing the county magistrate praise his pig raising well, the whole person was even more excited.

"Master, when it comes to raising pigs, it's not my old Song bragging, in our Qinghe County, I said the first, but I didn't dare to say the second ......"

The old Song mouth provoked the hanging river gushing endlessly.

Xiao Cui wanted to interrupt him several times, but Kong Fang stopped him.

When a person reaches middle age, he has achieved nothing, and the only thing he has done is something that he feels promising, and if he is not allowed to brag, he will be sick sooner or later. Lao Song can raise pigs, and the pigs in the pigsty have to rely on him. In case he gets sick, who will serve the third senior brother?

Lao Song intends to show off himself, but the boss is willing to listen, and he speaks more vigorously.

"There were no pigs in our Daxing Dynasty, they came from Zhongshan Kingdom. Zhongshan is two thousand miles away from us in Daxingchao, and it is said that the people there do not call pigs pigs, but farts separation. ”

"Hehe, that's a weird name, it sounds like a burp at first glance." Lao Song inserted a joke.

"It is said that back then, the founding emperor of the Daxing Dynasty was a mighty emperor, a martial artist, unparalleled in the world, and our Daxing Dynasty was prosperous under his hard work, the country was strong and the people were rich, and the countries of the world were all subservient."

"Only the small southern country of Zhongshan, Yelang is arrogant, one refuses to be a minister, the other refuses to pay tribute, the mighty emperor Tianwei is furious, so he sent the general Sanyu Village, commanded 100,000 elite soldiers, and waved his army south to punish the small country of Yuer."

"The villain of Zhongshan is crazy, not to be outdone, and sent 50,000 horses to meet the battle, and the general's surname is Pig. They were very arrogant and threatened to wipe out General Chang's 100,000 troops within a month. ”

He even said wildly that after they eliminated General Chang's soldiers and horses, they would take advantage of the victory to pursue and fight until Nanding for the New Year. Nanding was the southernmost city of the Daxing Dynasty, less than a hundred miles away from the Zhongshan Kingdom. ”

"General Chang is the founding general of the Daxing Dynasty, a veteran of a hundred battles, how can the small Zhongshan Kingdom be his opponent, after several major battles, 50,000 horses under the pig general were wiped out, and he himself was captured."

"The king of Zhongshan was finally afraid, and hurriedly sent an envoy to ask for peace, and expressed his willingness to bow down and pay tribute, and exchange a thousand farts for their pig generals."

"At that time, we all saw the fart for the first time, and we saw its simple appearance and fat flesh. General Chang liked it very much, so he asked Zhongshan to provide breeding techniques. ”

"But he disliked that the 'fart separation' was not good, they were obtained because of the general of Zhongshan surnamed Pig, and General Chang called him 'Pig'. So the pig barked. ”

Kong Fang was skeptical, at least he hadn't heard of this allusion in his previous life, and there was no wild history or official history. But he admired the vision of General Sanyu Village, and without him, the pigs owned by the Daxing Dynasty might be limited to those thousand heads.

"Old Song, what you said is true or false? Why haven't I heard of it? Xiaocui said she didn't believe it.

"Cut, you little servant, how could you have heard of it." Lao Song was proud for a while, and the words rushed out of his mouth, and Xiao Cui was choked and her face turned crimson.

But Lao Song is right, the status of a servant is inherently humble.

Kong Fang coughed lightly.

Hearing Lao Song's ears, it was like a thunderbolt from the sky, scaring him with excitement, and his knees were sore, and he almost knelt.

I just said that I was getting up, and I forgot that the master was right in front of me.

He kept wiping cold sweats.

There is no opening in the hole. A cough can be done, why should he waste saliva?