Lao Song was responsible for selecting the site to expand the pig farm.

Pig farms can no longer be built in the backyard, it is barely feasible to raise one or two pigs in the backyard, and if you raise one hundred and eighty pigs, it will not stink!

The farm not only raises pigs, but also breeds pigs, which are in charge of Xiaocui and Lao Song. Because they were illiterate, Kong Yiji was responsible for explaining the breeding technology textbook he compiled.

After assigning the task, Kong Fang was about to leave, Xiao Cui suddenly knelt in front of him, and couldn't help but say "Bang Bang" on three heads, "Thank you, Master, for your great kindness, Xiao Cui is willing to be a cow and a horse for the Master." ”

"Uh......"

Xiao Cui's reaction made Kong Fang stunned.

Raising pigs is dirty, smelly and tired, as for the excitement?

Seeing this, Kong Yiji whispered in his ear, and he remembered that the swineherd of the Daxing Dynasty was not something anyone who could be if he wanted to, and he had a very high social status.

Xiaocui's identity is a servant, and the maid is the private property of the master, and she has no social status.

Xiaocui became a swineherd, which is equivalent to rewriting her fate, and since then the grass chicken has become a phoenix.

Kong Fang motioned for Kong Yiji to help her up. Xiaocui was bought by Zhu Dachang, Zhu Dachang died, and the deed of sale was still there, so he simply ordered Kong Yiji to find Xiaocui and burn the deed of sale, and return her to freedom.

When Xiao Cui heard this, she cried even more, and she hated herself so much that she immediately turned into a cow and a horse for Kong Fang to drive.

Kong Fang was a little sad, it was too difficult for the people of Daxing Dynasty to live.

He was a little proud, after all, he could rewrite a person's fate with one sentence, and it was a proud thing to pull her back from hell to the world.

He almost got into a fit of rage and restored the freedom of the other servants. But in the entire environment of the Daxing Dynasty, even if he is a dignified parent official, he is still insignificant.

If he insisted on doing this, don't talk about others, it is estimated that Fang Shiqing will hang him up and beat him.

Changing the status quo of society requires not only courage, but also strength.

He calmed Xiaocui a little and left. He is the boss, only responsible for the general direction, as for the details of the operation, it is completed by his employees.

When he returned to his home in the backyard, he had just laid down to take a nap, when the official came to report to Mr. Luo and asked to see him. Kong Fangma slipped up, Mr. Luo was one of the few great Confucians in the Daxing Dynasty, and he didn't dare to play a big name as a junior.

He instructed the servant to prepare tea as he hurried to the living room.

"I don't know if Mr. is coming, I miss the welcome, forgive my sins, forgive my sins." When he saw Mr. Luo from afar, he made a confession, and Mr. Luo laughed when he saw this.

"The county is polite. It's the old man who bothers the county, and I hope the county won't blame him. ”

"Sir, don't say that. Mr. is the mentor of the three Shiqing sisters and brothers, that is, his own mentor, and your kindness, Kong Fang dare not forget. ”

Kong Fang's face was sincere.

Mr. Luo smiled again, then waved his hand, "It's not worth mentioning, it's not worth mentioning." ”

Kong Fang invited the other party to take a seat, the two sides sat down, and the servant served fragrant tea.

While drinking tea, the two chatted about what happened during this time, as if they were exterminating the mountain bandits led by Zhu Chongjiu, and Mr. Luo praised Kong Fangwen Taowu strategy, a young talent rarely seen in the ages.

Kong Fang didn't dare to be greedy for credit, and pushed most of the credit to Luo Wenpeng.

Mr. Luo smiled silently.

In the battle of Wengcheng, he learned more from Luo Wenpeng. If Luo Wenpeng is said to be meritorious, it is just that he and his 30 personal soldiers have the merit of leading and training soldiers.

Because the whole battle against bandits was planned by Kong Fang, if there was no miraculous effect of fire attack, maybe the county soldiers could defeat the mountain bandits, but it must be to kill 1,000 enemies and lose 800, which is definitely not the current 0:500 battle loss ratio.

As for the heavenly thunder that appeared later, it was said that God specially sent it to destroy Zhu Chongjiu, and as a great Confucian, he would believe that only he knew how much.

It's just that Kong Fang doesn't want to tell the truth, and it's inconvenient for him to get to the bottom of it.

After talking about the war, Mr. Luo turned to the right question.

He took out a hand-copied version of "Journey to the West". Since Fang Shibo was sent to the county school by his eldest sister, Kong Fang has no ghostwriter, and he has not "written" for a long time.

There are ten chapters of "Journey to the West" in Mr. Luo's hand, which was copied to him by Fang Shiyi. There aren't many chapters, but success will pique his interest.

"County Zun, this "Journey to the West" has hooked up the bookworm in the old man's belly, and it will be uncomfortable if you don't read it for a day. Dare to ask the county honor, is it not finished yet? ”

"Of course."

Kong Fang nodded decisively, "Journey to the West" has a total of 100 times, and he only "wrote" 10 times, and there are still 90 times.

When Mr. Luo heard this, he immediately looked like a bear child who knew that there was candy to eat, his eyes lit up, and he grabbed Kong Fang's hand.

"County Zun, you can't write it quickly, even if it's a chapter."

Kong Fang scratched his head in embarrassment. "Journey to the West" is in his head, and he can come when he opens his mouth. However, if you turn it into words, it will be difficult.

"Sir, I'm ...... Hey...... As you know, I lost many skills because of a strange illness, and writing was one of them. Not only did I write slowly, but the words were also ugly. ”

"I dictated it before, and Shibo ghostwrote. Now that Shibo is not at home, I have more than enough heart but not enough strength. ”

Mr. Luo stroked his forehead.

What Kong Fang said was "facts", and he was embarrassed to "make it difficult for strong people". But when book addiction comes up, it's like a smoker who is addicted to smoking and can't take a few sips and is bored!

Fang Shibo is studying in the county, and as a great Confucian, he regards the students' studies as the top priority, and he will definitely not let Fang Shibo interrupt his studies for ghostwriting.

Fang Shiyi is a woman, and it is inconvenient for the two to get along for a long time, which may lead to right and wrong.

Fang Shiqing doesn't need to avoid suspicion, but she only likes to dance with guns and sticks, and doesn't like Wenmo, and he also heard that their relationship between husband and wife is not very good, so they can't talk anywhere.

It's impractical to have her ghostwrite.

"County Zun, I'll ghostwrite for you, how about it?"

Mr. Luo poked his head into Kong Fang, his eyes full of anticipation like a little kid like Suotang.

Kong Fang almost didn't slip off his chair.

A dignified generation of Confucianism actually ghostwrote for a small magistrate, even if he has this heart, he doesn't dare to have this guts.

Lao Luo, can you be serious?

But he was embarrassed to refuse, a generation of Confucianism ghostwriters for you as a little magistrate, how big a face is that?

If you dare to refute other people's face, it is purely shameless! If it is spread out, can he still be in the Daxing Dynasty, as if he is mixing in the officialdom of the Daxing Dynasty?

His brain tied countless knots, then it opened again, and then it untensed, and then it stretched again......

In the end, he hesitated and said, "It's my honor for me to ghostwrite, and I can't ask for it." ”

"But what...... You also know that writing a book is a chore, and the inspiration for writing a book is like a geyser. ”

"Sir, you can't be by my side all day. I'm afraid that I won't find inspiration when you're there, but once you're gone, inspiration comes. ”

"Also, inspiration is quiet, as if it is the dead of night, it is the moment of inspiration, how dare I let my husband stay up late?"