When Wang Ning'an came back from the teahouse, his head was cool. If the money of Heizi was not as honest and upright as the legend, he was a stupid official, confronted him in person and sarcasticly, he would never end up well.

Should I run away quickly?

It was soon denied. Not to mention that the family industry is in Cangzhou, even if you don’t care about anything, you immediately became a black householder, without even a identity, and anyone can kill him.

If you can't leave, you have to think of some countermeasures.

The best way to save lives is reputation. As long as you have a reputation and can be among the Jinshi, Bao Heizi dare not touch himself easily. Writing "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" is definitely not possible. Although the novel book makes money quickly, this thing is like a commercial film, with a much worse style. The most popular lyrics in the Song Dynasty are still lyrics! A good lyrics can be immediately famous in the literary world.

Wang Ning'an was a little repulsive before. Most of the famous articles he remembered were from Su Dahuzi, Wang Anshi and others. If nothing unexpected happens, everyone will definitely meet in the future.

Although Wang Ning'an knew that they had not written it yet, stealing other people's future achievements would be a steal. When Li Kui met Li Gui, he would blush and his heart would be beating.

In the past, Wang Ning'an was absolutely rejected, but he offended Bao Heizi. Under the strong pressure, Wang Ning'an's moral requirements plummeted. He hid in the house, copied more than a dozen famous works overnight, and shamelessly wrote the four words "Ning'an Ci Collection". If Lao Bao really made trouble for himself, the thin booklet would be a life-saving talisman!

Wang Ning'an was worried for two or three days, and Lao Bao didn't make any noise. He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ning'an, is the solution you said? What if the piglet is killed by this knife?" Wang Liangjing was about to go back to Tuta Village and found his son before leaving.

Wang Ning'an scratched his head, "Dad, why don't you find a veterinarian?"

"How can that be? If he knows the secret and promotes it, will our pig farming plan be done?" Wang Liangjing hesitated for a long time and gritted his teeth. "I'll do it myself, I don't believe it. If you can kill Liao Gou's knife, you can't beat the piglets!"

Wang Ning'an's face changed in fear, "I asked you to cut a knife, but I'm not asking you to kill a pig! Why don't I go back and do it myself?"

"Do you know how to use a knife?"

Wang Ning'an shook his head, and Wang Liangjing suddenly smiled, "Don't worry, such a small thing will not hinder your father."

Wang Liangjing patted his chest, drove the donkey cart, and returned to Tuta Village in a flash.

Not long ago, he told Uncle Wu to buy two hundred pigs. Uncle Wu was moving very quickly and had already bought them one after another.

The pig is not just a pig, but I just gave it a knife. This is a technical job. Ninety-nine percent of urban dolls have never seen it. I have to wait until the pig grows to about 30 kilograms, grab the pig, use a disinfected knife to cut the skin and cut off the key parts. The cutting methods of boars and sows are different (I won’t say much, I’ll use Baidu if I’m interested).

The cut piglets should be put back into the clean pigpen and the amount of concentrated feed should be appropriately increased. After a few days, the piglet will be safe and sound.

Wang Liangjing carefully checked and found that Uncle Wu had built five pigpens according to his requirements. The areas where the activity were paved with bricks and stones, which were so strong that the water would not be covered with mud and water. The sleeping place was covered with wooden boards, straw was placed on it, and wooden fences were separated from the middle.

"Fourth brother, it takes a lot of time to make this thing. If it doesn't work, it will be a big loss."

"No!" Wang Liangjing gritted his teeth, and he took a purse from his back, containing twenty guan of money.

"Old Wu, piglets are growing faster and faster, and there are more and more pigpens. Each room has to be ten, twenty. In addition, you have to cook pig grass and prepare pig food every day. But if you are busy, you can take this little money first."

Uncle Wu took the heavy bag of money and grinned, "Fourth brother, that's enough! I'm about to tell you, look at how many people in our family want to deliver food and raise pigs, I'm afraid it's not enough."

"Then hire someone, how much wages do you think are appropriate?"

"It's enough to have 300 quotas per month! I'll take the tiring work and ask three or five mothers to help feed the pigs. They won't have much money."

"Yeah!" Wang Liangjing nodded with satisfaction, "Old Wu, you have the final say. They will work for us, and don't treat others badly. When the pigs are raised in the future, give them more water or something."

"Okay!"

Uncle Wu agreed happily.

At noon, Uncle Wu and his two sons were responsible for catching the pig. Wang Liangjing took the knife himself. After the first slash, he immediately had blood flowing. It was cut deep and his intestines were flowing out. Wang Liangjing was in a hurry and went to sew the wound. Before half of the slit, the pig was dead.

Change to the second one!

After the knife was cut, the skin was not even cut. The pig kept screaming. Wang Liangjing had to cut another knife, then put his finger in and took it for a long time to remove it successfully. However, looking at the poor piglet, he was no longer energetic, and whether he could survive was a problem.

"Fourth brother, is this method possible?" Uncle Wu was suspicious. A pig costs 50 yuan. It was not a pig that killed, but a bunch of copper coins.

"Why can't it work!" Wang Liangjing's hands were stained with blood, and he looked very bandit-like.

"My father said that in order to make war horses more docile, the army will cut a knife for war horses. If the horse can cut, the pig can cut even more! Another one!"

The Wu father and son were frightened to see it. Wang Liangjing became more and more courageous, and his hands became more and more stable. He was skillful in knocking pigs. In a flash, he cut one and worked until dusk. The 200 piglets were finally cut.

At the end, Wang Liangjing sat on the ground with cold sweat on his forehead. The heart-wrenching cry of the piglet was so awkward! Wang Liangjing felt that there was a sound in his ears, and he didn't have time to go back to Cangzhou, so he could only stay at home for one night.

Wang Liangjing didn't sleep much all night, and every half an hour, he would go to the pigpen to check it out. As for Uncle Wu, he just squatted at the door of the pigpen all night. Whenever the piglet made a little noise, he was frightened.

After finally waiting for the next day, after counting, five piglets died, and a few were in poor spirits. I don’t know if they could survive. The other piglets were not a big problem. After adding concentrated feed, they were quite edible, and they didn’t know that they had nothing to do with the most important things.

After waiting for another day, the number of dead piglets increased to eight. Uncle Wu carefully observed that the remaining piglets had healed and no infection was found.

"The first level has finally passed!"

Wang Liangjing wiped the cold sweat that did not exist at all, drove the donkey cart, pulled the flour, and headed straight to Cangzhou.

His journey was very relaxed. No matter what, knocking on pigs is a skill. If he has no way to make money in the future, he can survive by knocking on pigs and horses, and his skills are not enough to suppress his body.

Wang Liangjing's carriage rushed to the outside of Xiaonan Gate and was getting closer and closer to the restaurant. Suddenly, a large group of people were surrounding him and looking inside. From the middle of the crowd, there were sounds of shouting and beating and scolding. Wang Liangjing was tall and big, and stood on the shaft of the carriage and looked around, a group of people were beating around several people.

Wang Liangjing saw it clearly, one of them was positive!

What a courageous person, he dares to beat his own family!

Wang Liangjing thought almost nothing, and reached out and grabbed the shoulder pole on the donkey cart, roared, and the crowd quickly dispersed, and he rushed in a few steps.

Xiang Hao was beaten with his head in his arms. When he saw Wang Liangjing at first sight, he screamed in fear.

"Boss, don't worry about us, go quickly, can we mess with you..."

A boy kicked the weak point in the good way, and he couldn't speak.

Wang Liangjing's eyes were red, "Look at it!"

The shoulder pole swept across the board, with the sound of the wind, and with a click, the arm broke in response. He was still beating up, but the next second he fell to the ground with a rant in pain.

Wang Liangjing was not ruthless and stabbed the shoulder pole as a gun, thrust the other boy's lower abdomen, and with a wail, he fell to the ground, covering his life, his face turned green.

After years of practicing martial arts, it is not a fancy way. Wang Liangjing is like a tiger, facing more than a dozen thugs, and he is not at all inferior.

Accompanied by screams, the guys fell to the ground, screaming sadly. Wang Liangjing became happier and happier as he beat him. The shoulder pole was broken, holding a piece in one hand, dancing like a small wheel, and the people watching the fun burst into earth-shaking cheers from time to time.

"Brother Xiang, what should we do?" The little Russian helped Xiang Hao up, and Xiang Hao gritted his teeth, "What can I do? The boss has gone, why are you watching the fun! Fight with them!"

Xiang Hao has been in the prison camp for seven or eight years and has skill. He was afraid of trouble and dared not fight back. Now he doesn't care about anything, and he yells, hugging a gangster and throwing it to the ground with force.

The little Russians and the others also took action. After a while, more than a dozen splashes were knocked down.

Wang Liangjing stepped on a guy's back, and the other party was slamming his hands and feet, like an ugly toad, his mouth full of mud, and he was so embarrassed.
Chapter completed!