Bird Dude Nie Bufan

　　 Nie Bufan wore it and walked to an unknown ancient mountain village. It was said to be a mountain "village". In fact, an old man lived in the entire col, carrying a few fruit trees, and opened two acres of land.

　　 There is no prominent identity, no strong backing, no wealth for him to squander... Even if Nie Bufan crosses, he is still a small person who is not favored by God. The only thing to be thankful for is that he learned from this old man who was dying-a little bit unreasonable, and started again-he was from this old man before he died-or he didn't make it, and again-he learned from this old man who had done his destiny In hand, inherited this small mountain village.

　　 It is a pity that Nie Bufan knows nothing about farming and is penniless. He lives with difficulty every day on the legacy of the old man (300 jin of rice).

　　 Nie Bufan is lazy, stupid, pretentious, and natural, but he has one advantage, that is, he never considers himself lazy, stupid, pretentious, and natural. Simply put, he is a pure optimist.

　　 He thought, since you don’t know how to plant trees, then open a chicken yard. Yes, the "chicken" yard specializes in raising chickens, specializing in laying eggs, then incubating the chicks to regenerate eggs, and then selling them to various restaurants and wine shops, and becoming a supplier of live chickens and eggs. Anyway, he has at least experience in raising dogs, so it's not a problem to raise a chicken.

　　 As for the origin of the chicken, it is really untestable. It is said that on a spring morning, Nie Bufan opened his eyes and noticed that a large group of chickens appeared in the yard, visually "migrating" from an unknown distance.

Later, Nie Bufan figured out that this small mountain village that can only accommodate one person and a group of chickens is actually a cursed place. Anyone flying in the sky, running on the ground, or swimming in the water will have to land as long as they pass the village. Adult chicken. I don't know whether this is the case here, or whether it became like this after Nie Bufan came. In short, it is like this.

In addition, Nie Bufan, as a traveler, still has his extraordinary characteristics. His body has undergone an abnormal change. The only effect of this abnormality is to make his messy life more messy. As for what it is, in the future Say it again.

　　 With the chicken flock, Nie Bufan officially started his chicken-raising life. He has a scientific method of raising chickens-stocking. Every morning, I opened the fence and drove the chickens out to find food by themselves. At dusk, they slid out to call the chickens back. In such a few days, the number of chickens has increased continuously.

　　 But soon, Nie Bufan discovered a serious problem. There were many militants in the flock. They didn't know that they were looking for food. They robbed the old and weak women and children. They were very proud and did not give birth. This made Nie Bufan very unhappy, so he decided to single out these militants one by one, and set aside a piece of land for them to toss. From time to time, they would train them in the way of dog training, making them more and more sturdy. At the same time, they must have the discipline of a soldier.

　　 I don’t know how long it took. Nie Bufan’s chickens finally formed a scale, laying eggs, laying eggs, broilers, and a batch of fighting chickens. The task is to protect the village and prevent wolves and tigers. Because of their amazing combat power, Nie Bufan generously exempted them from the obligation to lay eggs-they were roosters, roosters, roosters!

　　 A few months later, there is not much food left, and Nie Bufan is also planning to take some chickens to develop business in the city. The old man told him before he died that there would be a mountain city after turning over. Nie Bufan has never been there since he was unwilling to climb the mountains and had no curiosity. In fact, the straight-line distance from the small village to Xishan City is only a few hundred meters, and the two are separated from each other by a high and steep hill, back to back.

　　 Waiting for Nie Bufan to arrive at Xishan City, it was almost noon-three poles in the sun before he set off, completely without the consciousness of being a poor laborer. Carrying a basket of chickens on his back and a fighting chicken, he walked in the strange and ancient city, looking around with interest, looking around the surrounding buildings and people in ancient costumes. Of course, he himself wears a set of ancient costumes, but he wears very non-mainstream, he is very suspected of wearing underwear, let alone holding a chicken, and the rate of turning back is 100%.

　　 After walking around for a while, he finally remembered that he still had nothing to do. It was the busiest time of the restaurant. Nie Bufan knew that no one at the front entrance was free to discuss business with him, so he looked for the back door of a restaurant and happened to see a middle-aged fat uncle calling several servants to transport vegetables to the backyard. .

　　 "Why are you so late today? Don't you know the store is in a hurry?" The fat uncle angrily scolded the small farmer who was delivering vegetables.

　　 "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, we were delayed on the road, we won't be the next time." The small farmer bends and accompanies it.

　　 "I hope you do what you say, and if there is another time, we will switch to another supplier."

　　 "Yes, surely not, not anymore."

　　 Taking advantage of this gap, Nie Bufan walked over and said, "Excuse me, I wonder if your store accepts chicken?"

"Chicken?" The fat uncle froze for a moment, and looked at the young man in front of him who had dressed an ordinary crude garment as an acrobat. His appearance was handsome and his skin was very white. Forty-six. And what is he holding? A chicken?

　　 "Isn't this the one you said?" The fat uncle pointed to the fierce rooster and asked.

　　 "No, no." Nie Bufan shook his hand and smiled, "This is my bodyguard, not for sale. What I want to sell are these in the bamboo basket."

　　 "……"

　　 "……"

　　 Nie Bufan saw a few people looking at him like aliens, and asked: "How? Uncle, do you want to see the goods?"

　　 The fat uncle hesitated and said: "Well, let me see."

　　 Nie Bufan put the bamboo basket on the ground, opened the lid, and saw five hens squeezed inside.

　　 The fat uncle reached out and raised one to take a look, then nodded and said, "Well, this chicken is strong, not bad. How many do you have?"

　　 "There are many quantities, long-term supply is available, and the price is absolutely satisfactory to you."

　　 "Oh?" The fat uncle looked at the others and said, "Are all chickens as strong as these?"

　　 "Of course, there is no defective product."

　　 The fat uncle pondered for a while and said: "We already have a dedicated supplier, but the quality of your chickens is really good. In this case, I will discuss with my boss first, and you will go in and wait."

　　 "Okay." Nie Bufan followed the fat uncle into the backyard. Unlike the previous clutter, this place is very quiet.

　　 Not long after, the fat uncle led a man over. He was about twenty-three or four years old, with handsome brows and a smile on his mouth, and he looked like a handsome young man.

　　 "Boy, this is our owner. It happened to be in the store today, so you are lucky."

　　 "Hello." Nie Bufan nodded at the man.

　　 The man raised his eyebrows, and he was probably flashed by his strange clothes. After a while, he asked, "I don't know what the little brother is called?"

　　 "Nie Bufan. Nie Feng's'Nie', the extraordinary'No', the extraordinary'Fan'."

　　 "...It's a good name." The man seemed to twitch his mouth, and then said, "Under Zhang Junshi, I heard Uncle Pang say that your goods are very good. Can you take a look at it?"

　　 Nie Bufan didn't catch a cold with his gentle way of speaking, and directly raised the bamboo basket in front of him.

　　 Zhang Junshi looked like a brother, but he was not afraid of dirty or smelly, so he rolled up his sleeves and lifted a chicken out. The hen was very dissatisfied with such treatment one after another, giggling wildly, struggling to death. The big **** next to him was not happy anymore, and the hen stopped cooking when he cried.

　　 A hint of surprise flashed in Zhang Junshi's eyes, and he looked at the big **** and asked, "This is?"

　　 "My pet, Flower Girl."

　　 "..." Zhang Junshi.

　　 "..." Fat uncle.

　　 The big **** flutters with its gorgeous feathers, its head is high, and its toes are high.

　　 "Brother's hobby is really special." Zhang Junshi's mouth twitched again.

　　 "Thank you for the compliment." Nie Bufan is really proud of this. You have to know that training a pet dog is nothing, but training a smart fighting chicken is what he can do.

　　 Zhang Junshi probably felt that it was more practical to talk about business, so he asked: "Where is the little brother's house? Is it far from Xishan City?"

　　 "It's a bit far away."

　　 Zhang Junshi frowned.

　　 "It's about half an hour." For Nie Bufan, who used to get to and from get off work by car and go up and down the elevator, it is indeed very far. He has not walked such a long way.

　　 "..." Zhang Junshi looked at Nie Bufan, and thought to himself that this person is not here to entertain people, right? He endured it and asked, "What price do you plan to pay for your chicken?"

　　 "It can be two cents lower than the price you originally received." Nie Bufan didn't know the specific price, so he said that. Anyway, he doesn't want to make a lot of money.

　　 "I need you to supply two hundred per month, can it be done?"

Nie Bufan touched his chin and shook his head: "Our village has just started breeding, and the scale is not large. The first month can only supply a maximum of 150, but after two or three months, the number will probably increase. ."

　　 Zhang Jun really thought about it. These hens are sturdy in shape, with uniform coat color and firm muscles. They are indeed top grade.

　　He said: "Let's do it, you will pay for one month first, if the meat is good in texture, then you will receive the goods for a long time."

　　 Nie Bufan nodded and agreed, and for a moment he added: "By the way, our village does not have a car. You'd better send someone to collect it by yourself. It's not far from the mountain behind you."

　　 Who said "a bit far away" just now? The corners of Zhang Junshi's mouth twitched again.

　　 "Okay. I will take someone to your place tomorrow. If there is no problem, I will find someone to pick up the goods at your place on time."

　　 "Well, you can take these chickens first." Nie Bufan patted the bamboo basket with joy.

　　 Zhang Junshi nodded, and ordered Uncle Pang, the fat uncle, to withdraw money. Five hens had fifty-five wen, which means that one chicken had eleven wen, which was really cheap.

　　 Nie Bufan didn't care, he was playing with ancient coins.

　　 Zhang Junshi looked at this person quite interestingly, a young master with a fine skin and tender flesh, but he was doing the work of selling chickens, dressed in...cough, let alone.

　　 "Ah, by the way, do you accept eggs? Our village also produces a large number of eggs at affordable prices."

　　 Zhang Junshi nodded: "Okay, just by the way, I will go to your place tomorrow to see and decide on the specific number."

　　 "Welcome." Nie Bufan showed a smile that was so bright that even the sun was dim, and Zhang Junshi squinted his eyes.

　　 "Oh, yes, I haven't asked, what is the name of your village?"

　　 Nie Bufan was silent for a while, and answered cautiously: "Jikou Village."

　　 "……"