Farm girl, she is always digging holes to bury people

"It's a long story. If we can't take off our identity as a bandit, we won't be able to live in peace for a day.

We had no choice but to come here to escape the world. The villagers here are very nice. They are willing to take us in and help us raise ducks together.

I also hope that I can do something for them so that they don't have to work so hard. "

"You mean you want to do business with me?"

Qinan immediately understood his purpose. When she left Reed Marsh, she seemed to have mentioned that she would cooperate in the duck business. At that time, she thought it was just a joke, but she didn't expect that it would actually come true now.

Although these people have special status, they can still get things done. Coupled with their gratitude, they will work harder when working together.

"Yes, I want to cooperate with you, but this matter is risky for you. It depends on whether you are willing."

"Cooperation is possible, but the conditions and requirements must be set by me."

"Okay, as long as you are willing to give us this opportunity and will not let us reveal our former identities, we are willing to recognize you as our master."

The bald bandits have indeed shown their greatest sincerity, being able to change from a free and unfettered identity to accepting to be someone's subordinate. I don't know what happened during this period to make them become as cautious as they are now. .

"Do you mean what you say?" Qinan was a little doubtful.

If he accepts her as his master, he will have to sign a contract of betrayal.

After signing a contract of betrayal, all actions must be under her command. These people are bandits after all. Can they accept such a change?

"I can do it. This is the unanimous opinion of my brothers and I. As long as we can stand in the sun and live uprightly, we are willing to be slaves."

"It's not as exaggerated as being a slave. If you are ready, you can summon them to a secluded place to gather after dinner.

Then I will arrange specific matters for you. "

"it is good."

Qi Nan carried a few ducks back to his uncle's house.

At this time, everyone was busy in full swing.

A young and strong young man like Zhong Cheng was naturally assigned to caress the pigs.

Looking from a distance, I saw a group of men fighting with the pigs outside the pig pen.

One of the villagers has already grabbed the pig's tail and wants to drag it out of the pigsty, but the pig knows that there is such a big battle today, and it is afraid that it will die, and it will not come out of the pigsty life or death.

They tried their best to pull the pig out, and one of them even rode the pig but couldn't turn it around.

"No, don't block the door. Come into the pig pen, grab the bamboo poles, and let's drive it out from inside."

"Okay, everyone outside, spread out and get the ropes and benches ready. The pigs will come out soon."

They just pulled the pig, but the pig was stubborn and refused to get out of the pig pen.

At this time, Zhong Cheng was mixed in the crowd, pulling the pig's ears and doubting life.

If you let him go out to fight and cut people, he will definitely be able to cut melons and vegetables with the knife in his hand.

But now facing this living pig, he was really helpless.

Not to mention that staying in this pigsty full of pig manure made him feel very suffocated.

"If it doesn't work, just kill him in the pig pen. This pig is really stubborn. It looks like he really doesn't want to die!"

"Well, there will be pigs raised in the pigsty next year. If the pigs are stained with blood, it will be difficult for the pigs raised in the future. Lao Chen is also kind enough to entertain us, and we can't do such things that harm others and do not benefit ourselves. ah!"

"That's not what I meant. It's just that this pig is disobedient! If we continue to fight with it like this, we may not be able to pull it out even if it gets dark."

Everyone was a little discouraged, and finally the old man entered the pigsty with a stick.

"I feed you all year round just to eat your meat. Are there so many of you afraid that you can't win a pig?

Don't worry about it so much, just drag it out by its four legs. "

The old man's approach was also very tough. Regardless of 372, he jumped directly on the pig and knocked the pig over.

"Quick pull."

At this time, several young and middle-aged men dragged a pig leg and carried the pig out.

The pig raised its head and struggled desperately, and was finally lifted to the bench where the pig was tied.

The old pig butcher in the village took over and killed it with one knife.

The next step is to remove the hair with hot water and disembowel the body.

Qi Nan was holding the freshly released pig blood and preparing to make pig blood soup.

Make pig blood soup, paired with fresh pea tips is the best.

Pea crops are also very common in Daqi.

After Qinan asked his aunt, she took her to the field in front to pick pea tips.

"Girl, what's your last name?"

"No need to pay, the surname is Qi."

"The surname Qi... this surname sounds nice, so who are you from Doctor Zhang's family? Doctor Zhang seems to have always lived alone, and I have never heard of him having a wife or children.

We were still surprised when you two young men suddenly appeared in our village. "

Auntie was picking vegetables and chatting with Qinan.

She was an expert at pinching the tips of peas. Although she was talking, her hand movements did not delay, and she pinched a large handful in a short time.

"He is our uncle."

Qi Nan didn't know much about Zhang Qingyuan, so he could just talk about what he knew.

"Then where are you originally from? Are you going to do business again? I just heard from those people that the duck-raising group will follow you back."

Auntie greeted her enthusiastically. Although Qinan was not disgusted, she was still a little unhappy.

"It's not confirmed yet. Auntie, what's wrong with you?"

She likes to get straight to the point, and just say it outright if she has something to say.

"No, it's just..." Auntie seemed to be struggling with something, and even the movements of picking vegetables in her hands slowed down.

"Even my son has been living in the village for so many years without achieving much. Now generations of us are trapped in this mountain.

I want to ask you something. If those duck farmers really want to follow you into the city, can you add my son to the list?

He has a very flexible mind, but he is unwilling to venture out and always gives up on himself. I just want to ask for a chance for him. As long as he can make money on his own, marry a wife and have children, we parents will have no regrets. "