Achieving pork freedom is Kong Fang's first livelihood goal after taking office, so he attaches great importance to it.

After breakfast, he took his second generals, Fang Shibo and Guan Yu, to inspect the newly built pig farm. It is not only the first pig farm in Daxing Dynasty, but also the first pig demonstration base in Daxing Dynasty, which is of great significance.

It is located in the west of Qinghe City, the lower reaches of the Qingshui River, although there is no city wall to protect it, but the wide Qingshui River is a natural barrier, do not worry about the mountain bandits.

It was originally a tidal flat overgrown with weeds. Because it is a wasteland, Kong Fang does not need to spend money on requisition, saving a lot of expenses.

About 10 acres of land were enclosed in the hole, and bamboo was used as a railing to prevent idle people and large wild beasts from entering, and then weeds were removed and potholes were filled.

A pigsty was built at the downwind inlet, and a row of houses was built upwind to serve as a house for the swineherd and a warehouse for storing the feed.

The pigsty is walled with a bamboo fence and the bark of a cedar tree is tiled.

The bamboo fence has good ventilation, which is conducive to the ventilation of the pigsty, and the cedar bark is waterproof and sunscreen, which is a natural tile, which is 100 times better than the iron tile and stone asbestos tile in the previous life.

Large pigsty is divided into meat pig pens and breeding pig pens. The pig pen is divided into more than 10 small pigs, and each pigsty is separated by bamboo poles.

The bamboo is a large yellow bamboo, with a diameter of not less than ten centimeters, which is hard and light.

Because there was no cement in the Daxing Dynasty, Kong Fang chose to pave the ground with stone slabs. There is a stone mountain nearby, and the large bluestone on the mountain is a natural stone slab, which is very suitable for paving the ground.

Kong Fang plans to build two large pigsty that can accommodate hundreds of pigs.

In order to promote the pig industry, he also decided to breed breeding pigs. Only by providing villagers with high-quality and inexpensive piglets can the pig industry rise among the people.

The breeding pig pen is a relatively fine small single room, so Kong Fang asked Lao Song to build the pig pig pen first, and then start to build it after gaining experience.

As for the houses and warehouses, they are brick houses made of blue bricks.

Green bricks and tiles are not ordinary building materials in the Daxing Dynasty, and those who can live in blue brick houses are rich and noble families, ordinary people can only afford to live in mud houses, and poor people live in grass sheds.

In the meaning of the old Song Dynasty, the house is still made of bamboo, and the workmanship is finer. But Kong Fang disagreed, and insisted on building a blue brick house, saying that it should be people-oriented.

Lao Song was so moved that he almost knelt down and kowtowed to Kong Fang to thank him.

Kong Fang also took a fancy to the surrounding hundreds of acres of tidal flats. The productive forces of the Daxing Dynasty were backward, the fertile fields were in the hands of the landlords, and the fields cultivated by ordinary civilians were relatively ordinary.

As for the tidal flats, the sand content is large, the land is barren, not conducive to water storage, and there is no one to cultivate at all, and it has become a wasteland that no one cares about.

But it is a sandy loam soil that is very suitable for growing sweet potatoes.

Of course, they can't be blamed, because sweet potatoes were not promoted in the Daxing Dynasty. Kong Fang heard that it was only sporadically cultivated in a place called Minyue on the coast of Daxingchao.

He has already sent people to Minyue to purchase sweet potatoes, and he plans to raise his own seedlings after spring next year, plant sweet potatoes on the surrounding tidal flats, and build it into a sweet potato planting demonstration base in Qinghe County, and at the same time promote sweet potato planting.

Sweet potatoes are treasures all over the body, the fruit can give people a stomach, and sweet potato seedlings are very good pig feed.

The blueprint has been planned, the funds are sufficient, and as for the manpower, Kong Fang will persuade the workers brought by Lao Song to subcontract these hundreds of acres of tidal flat land to them to grow sweet potatoes in the form of contracts.

The commission is directly linked to the output, which ensures fairness to the greatest extent.

"Brother-in-law, have you discussed it with my sister?" Fang Shibo looked at the tidal flats, his face worried.

The field was overgrown with weeds, and clearing the weeds was a huge undertaking, and he didn't believe that food could grow in the wasteland that no one wanted.

He had heard of sweet potatoes and that they were very difficult to grow, and that vines often grew vigorously on the ground and fruit the size of a finger in the ground.

A finger-sized sweet potato is not a sweet potato at all, it's just a rhizome and can't be eaten.

He estimated that if he hired a short-term worker to remove weeds, it would cost at least fifty taels of silver, plus land preparation, reclamation, planting, and seeds, which would be a huge expense.

If you succeed, if you fail, you will grow a bunch of rhizomes that you can't eat and lose a pity, and with the temper of the eldest sister, the brother-in-law will probably have to be hung up and beaten again.

Kong Fang was suddenly in a bad mood.

Lao Tzu is the magistrate of Qinghe County, a parent official, do you still need to discuss with your sister to start your own business for the people's livelihood?

"Shibo, why don't I dictate the plan, you write it down, and then give it to your eldest sister for review, okay?"

He lowered his voice, and the submissiveness of his son-in-law was vividly interpreted by him.

"But you have to make sure you succeed, or you'll get into trouble. I don't want to go back to the county school, it's a prison. ”

Fang Shibo saw that Kong Fang lowered his posture, thinking that he was not confident, but he was even more uncalm.

"Che, you don't have so much faith in me?" Kong Fang disdainful.

"When have I ever let you down?"

Fang Shibo scratched his head, thinking back to Kong Fang's more than a year in the Fang family, in addition to being beaten countless times by the eldest sister, it seemed that he really never let himself down.

For example, writing poetry.

Thinking of the poem, Fang Shibo suddenly remembered Fan Juanjuan, her plump body swaying in the autumn wind, how charming the scenery was. Alas, I haven't seen her since I was imprisoned in the county school by my eldest sister.

Fang Shibo looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, his face full of melancholy.

"Hey, you can't trust me once?"

Kong Fang didn't understand Huaichun's thoughts, and mistakenly thought that he didn't believe in himself, which made him very angry.

Fang Shibo glanced at him, and for the first time found that there was a generation gap between himself and his brother-in-law.

"I didn't disbelieve you. I'll write it for you, but you'll have to give me another poem. He made a decisive offer. When Kong Fang heard this, he suddenly remembered the story of this kid and that fat spring.

He stroked his forehead gently.

He originally thought that with Fang Shiyi's secret intervention, he would change the strange heavy taste, who would have thought that he would be so obsessed with it.

Kong Fang's heart was full of alarm bells.

Fang Shiqing and Fang Shiyi didn't agree that they were together, but he wrote poems to him to help him pick up girls, in case of the East Window incident, would Fang Shiyi blame?

Fang Shiqing is ruthless, but he dares to use the knife, can he afford to provoke him?

Kong Fang was excited, "Shibo, can we change the conditions?" Because I've been busy lately, I've been overusing my brain, so I can't write poetry for the time being. ”

Fang Shibo was half-convinced, and Guan Yu, who couldn't interject for a long time, suddenly spoke: "Master, what's so difficult about writing poems?" As long as you have been to a private school for a few days, which one can't write? ”

"You mean, you can also write poetry."

Kong Fang was a little annoyed when he heard this, and he was trying his best to find an excuse to prevaricate, but Guan Yu pulled it back with a word, isn't this adding to the blockage?

Guan Yu didn't hear Kong Fang's dissatisfaction, but was ashamed.

"Of course!"