There is an inn in the sky

Chapter 242 Mr. Yan, feed the pigs

sunset.

The sky is covered with fire clouds, reflecting the sky and the earth into a yellowish yellow.

At this time, Yan Qingkong saw Aunt Chen, carrying a load of swill to the pigsty, preparing to feed the pigs.

The swill is a mixture of leftover food, soup, etc., plus cooked rice bran or potato vines. It is usually used to feed pigs in rural areas, and it is also called swill or rancid water.

The pigsty is a brick house of seven or eight square meters, in which six fat little pigs sleep.

As soon as they saw Aunt Chen, they got up immediately, raised their arms and yelled around Aunt Chen.

When Yan Qingkong approached, he found that the smell of the pigsty was very strong, and it smelled a little disgusting, which made him very uncomfortable.But Aunt Chen didn't seem to smell it, or she was already used to it. She put down the slop bucket in front of the pen and started feeding the pigs.

In the pigsty, there is a trough made of cement, more than one meter long.

Aunt Chen, on the other hand, moved the swill in the bucket to the feeding trough one by one according to the eating speed of the piglets...

"Ah, Qingkong, why are you here? It stinks here, go away." Aunt Chen hurriedly said when she saw Yan Qingkong, feeling that Yan Qingkong shouldn't come to this kind of place.

"I'll see the pigs."

Yan Qingkong smiled, and walked to the stall, curiously asked: "Aunt Chen, how long will it take for this pig to be raised for slaughter?"

"It can be raised until the Chinese New Year."

Aunt Chen smiled, and then explained: "It will take eight or nine months."

"Then, how much can you sell for a two-hundred-pound pig?" Yan Qingkong looked at them. These piglets should weigh forty or fifty catties.

Although the pigsty was a bit smelly, it was relatively clean.

"One thousand fifty-six." Aunt Chen thought for a while, and then said: "The price of live pigs is now eight yuan, three or four a catty."

If it is eight yuan and four a catty, a pig of two hundred catties is less than one thousand and seventeen.

Yan Qingkong was slightly surprised. At first, he thought that a two-hundred-jin pig could be sold for 2000 yuan...

"Aunt Chen, would you like to let me feed it?" Yan Qingkong immediately asked with interest.

"This swill is dirty, it will stain your clothes." Aunt Chen said quickly, but after Yan Qingkong insisted again, she gave the spoon to Yan Qingkong.

At this time, Yan Qingkong held the spoon and asked, "Aunt Chen, the pig is half eaten, so I need to add more, right?"

"Ah."

Aunt Chen nodded, and at the same time told Yan Qingkong to be careful not to stain his clothes.

"Aunt Chen, how many times a day do you feed this pig?"

"Twice, but I heard some people who specialize in raising pigs say that they should be fed at least three times a day..."

About ten, twenty, ten minutes later, Yan Qingkong fed all the swill from the two buckets into the stomachs of the six piglets.

"Qingkong, aren't you from the city? Have you fed pigs before?" Aunt Chen asked in surprise, looking at Yan Qingkong's feeding movements, she seemed quite familiar.

"No, the first time."

Yan Qingkong smiled, and then left the pigsty with Aunt Chen.

At this time, Ma Lai happened to arrive, and he saw Yan Qingkong feeding the pigs in the distance, and greeted him when he approached, "Mr. Yan, are you feeding the pigs?"

"Well, feed the pigs." Yan Qingkong nodded.

After speaking, both of them felt that the conversation was a little weird.

Behind Ma Lai, in addition to the bodyguards and assistants, there were some villagers and several staff members of the program group.

After hearing the conversation, they held back their laughter.

"Mr. Ma, you are quite free. You have come all the way here for dinner."

Yan Qingkong couldn't help smiling, and didn't mind the horses coming to eat, after all, they were already familiar with each other, so they could be regarded as friends.

"It's worth it no matter how far you can get Mr. Yan's meal." Ma Lai laughed and signaled others not to follow.

The bodyguard and assistant glanced at each other, but did not follow.

At this time, Yan Qingkong and Ma Lai were walking on the path, and walked into the rice field without knowing it, looking at the rice that was about to mature.

"This year's rice seems to be growing well."

Ma Lai squatted down, pulled some grains from the ears of rice and put them into his mouth, spit out the husks and said: "The grains are full, it should be a good harvest."

In the old man's yard, Chef Wang, Teacher Li, Teacher Wu and others saw Ma Lai and Yan Qingkong walking in the rice field.

With an extremely familiar look, I couldn't help being a little surprised.

Especially Mr. Wu, I never expected that Mr. Yan and Mr. Ma have such a good relationship...

Although she can be regarded as Mr. Ma's friend, she is just the most ordinary kind of friend who only talks a few words when she meets...

Optional.

And if you can really be friends with Mr. Ma, they are all bosses at the boss level. She is not qualified as a small star.

"Tell me, who is this Mr. Yan?"

Teacher Li seems to be asking, after all, people who can talk and laugh with Malays, no matter how low-key they are, will be somewhat famous and let others know...

However, Mr. Yan in front of him seemed to pop out of nowhere.

What the second generation rich, the second generation official, for ordinary people, the identity is indeed not easy.However, he is not qualified to talk and laugh in front of Malay, not even Bai Nianyu, the only son of the richest man.

"do not know."

Chef Wang shook his head.

I was guessing in my heart, I am afraid that Mr. Yan is not as simple as a cook.

"Mr. Wu, you are quite familiar with Mr. Ma, have you heard of it?" Mr. Li asked Mr. Wu.

"No."

Teacher Wu shook his head, and said again: "Although I know many people in the business world, I have never heard of this person."

"It's strange, why haven't I heard of a chef with good cooking skills?" Chef Wang was a little surprised, and said to them: "Cooking skills like Mr. Yan shouldn't be unknown..."

At this time, many people took pictures of Ma Lai and Yan Qingkong in the rice fields with their mobile phones, and uploaded small videos.

"Haha, Papa Ma is inspecting the farmland?"

"What is Papa Ma doing? Are you going to support the development of the countryside?"

Netizens who saw the short video were very curious, is it true that Papa Ma is going to cooperate with the countryside to sell agricultural products...

However, almost most of the female netizens focused on Yan Qingkong.

"Wow, who is this handsome guy?"

"Who knows the handsome guy in the video, Jin Zhongqiu's contact information..."

The small video that was sent out had thousands of clicks and dozens of comments in a short time.

Moreover, the number of onlookers is still increasing.

At this time, the sky began to darken.

"Mr. Ma, what would you like to eat tonight? I'll give you a chance to order a dish." Yan Qingkong said with a smile.

"Mr. Yan, really?"

Ma Lai was a little surprised and said, "Don't go back on your word."

"There must be ingredients." Yan Qingkong said, "Here, there should not be many ingredients, so you just don't order those that can't be made here."

"Dongpo pork, is this okay?"

Ma Lai said with a smile, "When I was young, I liked Dongpo pork the most..."

"It's simple."

Yan Qingkong laughed, and then went back to the old man's yard with Ma Lai.

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(End of this chapter)