Chapter 569

Zhang Feng doesn't mean anything else.

In fact, to put it bluntly, I just want to tell everyone.

You can go to school for free, even if you are a pimple, but at least you have to be able to support yourself.

If you don't even have this ability, you'd better go where you come from.

However, the meaning of these words is even different when they are heard by everyone. But now, Zhang Feng's words, on the one hand, let the people of Chang'an dispel their concerns, on the other hand, also tell those refugees that if they want to stay here, they have to rely on their skills and want to sneak around, which is impossible.

At this time, after cheering for a while, the people joined the great action of building the White Deer academy like crazy. For nothing else, they just wanted to rivet their strength and let Zhang Feng see their skills.

On the other side.

His father and others are basically family leaders.

These people even brought more than a dozen holes in the big pot, and they were still the big pot that cooked pig food before

At this time, when more than a dozen pots were set up, the cooking smoke curled up.

At this time, on the other side, in front of Du Gou, the boy had that backbone. He didn't want anyone, so he set up a small table, put on the four treasures of study, and only called an old man who could read and read. While checking the identity of the people who bought food, whether they were one by one, and then distributed food and registered.

Although I was in a hurry before, after more than a dozen people, I can have a piece of non Xu to start selling.

On the other side, Wei Shuyu and Chumo's eldest son Chong are commanding. No, they can be said to be wearing their heads and bare upper body. They are carrying stones on their backs, or they only have a crotch cloth left, and jump into the mud to close the mud.

Even the women, children and children are following the women on the construction site, scraping bark or weaving bamboo frames.

Looking at this scene, Zhang Feng nodded with satisfaction.

Looking at the busy Lao he, Zhang Feng quietly called Lao he aside and said: "Lao he, you must control the porridge to a level of one or two meters for each person. First cook the porridge and pour it into the dozens of large wooden barrels. You should remember these clearly. Wait until you call the pillar his father, or you and you watch alone. Another person goes there and catches 30 chickens and 30 ducks. Clean them all. Start three big pots and boil them for me."

Why can't the old man be stunned.

"No, Fengzi, how can such a good thing as chicken and duck be ruined? It's reasonable to say that there is not enough food. Let's add some turf and tree roots. That's not the same. How can we add such a good thing? Isn't it ruined?"

"You know shit!"

Zhang Feng stared at Lao he.

"Look, it's all manual work. How can it be done by drinking thin? In less than three days, this person will have to get tired and lie down. Just do it as I say."

After that, Zhang Feng ignored the old he who hated iron but not steel, turned to his father and said, "there is a bag of things in my house. Don't ask what it is, just one pot. When the porridge is ready to be cooked, add two kilograms to each pot. If you ask, you can do it!"

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His father was still dull. When he reacted, Zhang Feng had already run and didn't know where to go.

Zhang Feng didn't do anything else. He was just messing with his new gadgets.

It's a kind of anti hunger porridge, bone strengthening powder, plus chicken, duck and pig porridge. In fact, it's Babao porridge.

In this era, you can't just drink porridge. If a person's appetite is less than oil and water, you give him a basin of rice and he can eat it for you. But if you give him enough oil and water, he can save food, fight hunger and strengthen his body. This is the real good thing.

The locusts he collected in the next room before had no time to sell or to feed pigs, cattle and horses, but now he has brought them all in baskets, which is basically a great help to him.

But God knows how many more refugees will come.

He only asked for fewer refugees, or he would have a lot of fun.

Thinking about it, Zhang Feng came to the pig farm between the mountains.

At this time, butcher Zheng, with his son Zheng Wencai, shouted a large group of guys here to scold the craftsmen and hurt the good pigs.

See Zhang Feng coming.

Butcher Zheng was surprised.

He hurried up and said, "brother Zhang, you can't come here! It's too dirty. Go there quickly!"

"No, no, no, I'm just looking for you!"

Zhang Feng pointed to at least 3000 pigs and said, "what's up? I'll give you all these. No problem?"

Lao Zheng's head stared at the speech.

"Are you belittling me? My old Zheng family has been a pig butcher for generations. They have no other skills, but they still have a way to kill pigs and sell meat. However, these animals spoil these greasy pigs like this? If the pigs are closed like this, they will have to finish it sooner or later!"

Zhang Feng is interested.

"What do you say about the pig?"