Chapter 149 Really Raising Pigs [One More]

A man in a trench coat, named Fang Jingting from Japan.

The son of an entrepreneur in Chang'an Province, he has been ignorant since childhood.

At the age of 20, he took over a farm under his father.

At this time, while driving, he scolded angrily: "Pretend to be arrogant."

With Wen Zilong's current ear strength, he could naturally hear these words clearly.

His heart was cold, and he had already sentenced Fang Jingting to death.

But he can't let him die like this, it's too cheap for him.

He wants to make him regret coming into 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 Wen Yuqi's Longqi farm, it is in the suburbs after all, and few people come here on weekdays.

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

Wen Zilong scanned it with Thermal Sensing 2.0, and saw that there were a lot of pigs here.

A rough estimate, I am afraid there are three thousand.

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

There are whole pieces of pork stored inside.

Wen Zilong secretly rejoiced in his heart.

The day of raising pigs is coming again.

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

Before you start work, take a nap for a while.

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

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

It's almost winter, the weather is a little cold, and people go to bed earlier.

Farm workers also fell asleep early.

bang——

In the quiet night, a relatively loud voice suddenly sounded.

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

Looking at the surrounding situation, I spit out a word in a speechless manner: As a bird, it can fall off a tree while sleeping, I am afraid that I am the first bird in ancient and modern times.

Patting the dust on his abdomen and chest with his wings, he flapped his wings and flew over the farm.

I found a corner that the camera couldn't capture, and slowly landed.

In my mind, I shouted: "Transform the bloodthirsty flying crocodile form."

As soon as the words fell, his body began to undergo dramatic changes.

All the feathers began to disappear quickly;

Thick scales appeared;

A pair of feathered wings turned into fleshy wings;

The sharp and stout beak became a wide mouth full of sharp teeth;

The tail feathers become thick and long tails;

Wen Zilong turned his head and looked at his crocodile suit, feeling so handsome that he didn't have a girlfriend.

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

As soon as the voice fell, the color of his body changed rapidly, forming the same color as the red square bricks on the ground.

For the name of this skill, Wen Zilong felt speechless every time he called it.

The wings flapped lightly, and at a speed of ten meters per second, they quickly followed the corner of the wall and climbed to the position of the pig shed.

There are three huge pig sheds in total.

In each pig shed, there are about a thousand pigs.

At this time, it was almost winter, and the windows on both sides of the pig shed were hung with thick cotton curtains to keep warm.

The door was unlocked and hung with thick cotton curtains.

Wen Zilong climbed into the pigsty from under the curtain, and suddenly a strong smell of pigsty came to his nostrils.

Wen Zilong had been in the mountains for a long time, and he was used to the fresh air. At this time, he was hit by the smell of the pigsty, and he almost coughed.

Shaking his head, he comforted himself secretly in his heart: Don't enter the pigsty, and raise pigs in peace.

Step by step and climb inside.

The entire huge pig shed has a two-meter-wide aisle in the middle and two rows of pig pens on both sides.

There are about twenty pigs of different sizes in each pigpen.

Wen Zilong walked in the central aisle, like a head of state reviewing the army.

Taking square steps, waving his right wing, he said, "Hello, comrades!"

"Hum hum--"

Only the snorts of the pigs answered him.

Wen Zilong didn't care and said, "Comrades, you've worked hard!"

"Hum hum--"

Still only the humming of the pigs.

Wen Zilong smiled and said in his heart, "In the next few days, I will spend an unforgettable, pleasant and bloody time with you. However, I am here for the first time, so please take care of everyone."

"Hum hum--"

The only answer to him was the humming of the pigs.

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

Wen Zilong walked forward from the aisle while pacing in all directions.

After a while, came to a pigsty.

In this pigpen, all the pigs are already asleep.

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

The huge crocodile mouth, on the back of one of the fattest sows, bit so gently, injecting venom into her body.

Because his saliva contains pain-relieving factors, the sow did not feel pain.

Wen Zilong stepped back, hid in the corner, and waited quietly.

In just three minutes, the pig died in its sleep.

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

It's like eating soup before eating meat.

Wait until the blood is almost licked, and then go to eat the meat.

Eat slowly.

Eating is an art.

And Wen Zilong's food is art within art.

After honing in the zoo, his meat-eating skills became more and more skilled.

He was able to cut just one opening in the pig's belly, and then eat all the meat inside without breaking any other part of the skin or shedding a single drop of blood.

Then he licked it in a circle, licking every drop of blood.

The skin was finally eaten.

This isn't just disc action, it's all about eating the plate.

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

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

And to make it rain and dew evenly.

In one night, he ate three pigs, easily enough to eat 500 kilograms of meat.

At dawn, he quietly crawled out of the pig farm.

As the field manager, Fang Jingting basically has no management skills other than eating, drinking and having fun.

The management of the entire farm is quite chaotic.

There are more than 200 pig sties, although the number of pigs in each pig sty is about 15, but the number is not fixed.

Some eleven or two, some seventeen or eight.

Therefore, it is difficult to detect which pigsty is missing one or two or two or three pigs.

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

The field manager is so foolish, and the employees below are naturally fooling around.

They just need to feed and clean up their feces as usual every day.

Count the number?

That doesn't exist.

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

People steal people, I steal pigs.

Thinking about it, it seems a bit sloppy.

Let's break out, ask for the first order