Chapter 149： Really raising pigs 【一 更】

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A windbreaker man, a famous Japanese Jingting.

The son of an entrepreneur in Chang'an Province, he has never learned anything since childhood.

At the age of twenty, he took over a farm under his father.

In the name of his father, there are countless misfortunes.

At this time, while driving, he scolded angrily: "Pretend to be **** tall, and sooner or later make you a Laozi person."

With Wen Zilong's ear power today, he naturally understood these words clearly.

Cold in his heart, he already sentenced this party to death.

But he couldn't let him die like that, it was too cheap for him.

He wants to make him regret coming to this world.

More than an hour later, Wen Zilong followed Fang Jingting's Land Rover to Fang's animal husbandry in the western suburbs of Chang'an City.

Although it is not as remote as Wenyuqi's Longqi Farm, it is in the suburbs and few people come on weekdays.

Looking down from above, I saw an area of ​​more than 3,000 square meters below.

Wen Zilong glanced at it with Thermal Induction 2.0 and saw that there were so many pigs here.

It is roughly estimated that there are three thousand heads.

In the southeast corner, there is a huge cold storage.

It stores whole whole pork.

Wen Zilong secretly rejoiced in his heart.

The day of raising pigs is coming again.

He first stopped on a tall aspen tree next to the farm and closed his eyes.

Squint for a while before you start working.

After all, I'm afraid I must be busy all night tonight.

Time slowly passed, and it was twelve o'clock at night.

It's almost winter, the weather is a bit cold, and people sleep early.

The workers on the farm also fell asleep long ago.

Bang--

In a quiet night, a loud sound suddenly sounded.

Wen Zilong only felt a sharp pain in his body and opened his eyes.

After looking at the surroundings, I uttered a few words in a speechless way: As a bird, I fell down on the trees when I was sleeping.

Patted the dust on his abdomen and chest with his wings. He flapped his wings and flew over the farm.

Find a corner where the camera can't shoot, and slowly landed.

A shout in my mind: "Convert the bloodthirsty flying crocodile form."

As soon as the words fell, his body began to change drastically.

The feathers of one body begin to disappear quickly;

Thick scales appeared;

A pair of wings became meat wings;

The sharp and sturdy beak becomes a wide mouth with sharp teeth;

The tail feather becomes a thick and long tail;

Wen Zilong turned his head and looked at himself in a crocodile suit. He felt so handsome that he had no girlfriend.

Continue to shout to the system in your mind: "Start to find me and let you hehe hehe."

As soon as the words fell, the color of his body changed rapidly, forming the same color as the red brick on the ground.

For the name of this skill, Wen Zilong feels speechless every time it is called.

The wings flicked gently, and at a speed of ten meters per second, they quickly walked along the corner of the wall and climbed to the position of the pig shed.

There are three huge pig sheds here.

There are about a thousand pigs in each pig shed.

It was almost winter, and the windows on both sides of the pig shed were covered with thick cotton curtains to keep warm.

The door was not locked, and thick cotton curtains hung on it.

Wen Zilong crawled into the pigsty from under the curtain, and suddenly a strong smell of pigsty came.

Wen Zilong had been in the mountain for a long time, and the fresh air sucked in. At this time, he was flushed by the pigsty and almost coughed out.

Shaking his head, he comforted himself secretly: not to enter the pigsty, but to raise pigs.

Stepped inside and crawled in.

The entire huge pig shed has a two-meter wide aisle in the middle and two rows of pigpens on each side.

Each pigsty has about twenty pigs of different sizes.

Wen Zilong walked in the central aisle, like a head of military review.

Taking four steps, waving his right wings, he said, "Good comrades!"

"Hum hum--"

All he answered was the hum of the pigs.

Wen Zilong didn't care and said, "Comrades are working hard!"

"Hum hum--"

There was still only the hum of the pigs.

Wen Zilong smiled and said in his heart:

"In the coming days, this Chief Minister will spend an unforgettable, pleasant, and **** time with you. However, this Chief Minister has just arrived at the first time, and I invite you to take care of me."

"Hum hum--"

The answer to him was still the hum of the pigs.

Of course, it was late at night, and many pigs had already fallen asleep. Not many pigs responded to him.

Wen Zilong walked forward from the aisle while pacing the four steps.

After a while, came to a pigsty.

In this pigsty, all the pigs are asleep.

Wen Zilong quietly walked along the wall and quietly crawled into the pigsty.

The huge crocodile mouth, on the back of one of the fattest sows, gently bites and injects venom into it.

Because his saliva contained an analgesic factor, the sow did not feel pain.

Wen Zilong retreated and hid in the corner, waiting quietly.

In just three minutes, the pig was dead in his sleep.

Wen Zilong then crawled over and lay on the pig's body, biting the wound a bit bigger, and then licking the blood from the wound with his tongue.

It's like drinking soup before eating meat.

Wait until the blood is almost licked before eating meat.

Eat slowly.

Eating is an art.

The eating of Wen Zilong is even more art in art.

After training in the zoo, he became more and more skillful in eating meat.

He was able to make a cut in the pig's belly, and then eat all the meat inside without damaging any other parts of the skin and without a drop of blood.

Then I licked it inside, licking every drop of blood.

Finally finished the skin.

This is more than a CD-ROM operation, it is simply eating all the dishes.

After eating the pig, he crawled out of the pigpen and into another pigpen.

After all, you can't put wool on a sheep.

And it should be soaked in rain and dew.

One night, he ate three pigs, easily eating 500 kg of meat.

When it was dawning, he crawled out of the pig farm quietly.

Fang Jingting, as the director, basically has no management skills except eating, drinking and playing.

The management of the entire farm is quite confusing.

There are more than 200 pig pens. Although the number of pigs in each pig pen is about fifteen, the number is not fixed.

Some have eleven or two heads, and some have seventeen or eight heads.

So it is difficult to detect which pigpen is one or two or two or three pigs short.

And the so-called upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked.

The director of the field is so blind, so the employees below are naturally blind.

They just need to feed and clean up the stool as usual every day.

Count the number?

That doesn't exist.

This gave Wen Zilong the opportunity to steal pigs every night.

People steal people, and I steal pigs.

Think about it seemingly a little bumpy.

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