Wear it quickly! My mad dog-like host!

Director Zheng hasn't made up his mind yet, and Qianghua isn't impatient either.

The old man and the old lady are quite knowledgeable, but they are still not as good as what Qianghua wants, and there are only two people who have researched on mechanical manufacturing.

But it doesn’t matter, their memory and learning abilities are pretty good, and they can continue to study hard.

Knowledge changes destiny.

When driving the ox cart loaded with harvesting machines back to the brigade, Qianghua and several others leaned on the No. 11 truck on the road.

Accountant Ma and the two boys felt sorry for the three cows as much as they felt for their daughter-in-law. No, it should be said that the wife was not as important as the three cows.

He was stunned and refused to sit for a while. As soon as Qianghua put her hands on the cart, the three of them looked at her with condemning and distressed looks.

Condemn her.

Feeling sorry for the cow.

Qianghua: "..."

Do you really think that those medicines were given to her for free? !

When they arrived at the brigade, each harvester was unloaded. The brigade leader touched the three cows distressedly and told Qianghua to take them to rest.

Qianghua: Ah yes, you are the only one who feels sorry for them!

It makes her look like a stepmother...

Speechless, the three cattle, who were full of energy and wished they could run another three thousand miles, walked to the cowshed. When passing by the pig pen, Qianghua stopped.

Hmm... It seems that the lonely Uncle Cao said that he used to be a chicken farmer and was a third-in-command, but he was stabbed in the back by a villain and ended up in this situation. His wife and children were also forced to sever ties with him. …

Hmm... I have raised chickens, so I think I can raise pigs too, right?

Mrs. Zhu looked at the young girl who was the most popular in the brigade recently, and her heart tightened. Wasn't he trying to steal her job?

"What are you looking at?"

"Grandma Zhu, the pigs you raise are really good. Will they be ready for slaughter after the autumn harvest?" Qianghua said with a smile.

Oh, it turns out I want to eat meat...

Mrs. Zhu put down her guard and said, "Yes, otherwise the meat will fall off when the weather gets cold..."

Hearing this, Qianghua smiled and chatted with Mrs. Zhu about the secrets of raising pigs. Mrs. Zhu felt uneasy at first, fearing that she was stealing her job, but then she pulled her back and wanted to hear what she said about science. Pig raising' method, because it does sound reasonable.

Mrs. Zhu murmured in her heart, are they going to be taught how to raise pigs in school? It sounds more like this than people like them who are used to raising pigs.

It wasn't until it was almost dark that Qianghua smiled and said goodbye to Mrs. Zhu who was still listening, and walked to the cowshed with three cattle that had almost eaten the fresh pig grass.

Uncle Zhou hadn't come home yet. Seeing that she had just come back at this time, he complained a little, "Why are you coming back at this time? I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Qianghua smiled and put the three reins into Uncle Zhou's hand, "Hehe, I took them out for an extra meal."

Uncle Zhou didn't know the details, so he just thought she had gone to herd cattle again. He waved his hand and said, "Okay, leave the rest to me. You should go back quickly. It's difficult to walk on the road after dark."

Don't disturb him and the three-headed cow training... What's going on? Oh oh oh, it’s feelings, cultivate feelings!

She seems to be saying this... right?

Qianghua waved and left.

I was not in a hurry to go back, but went to Maozipo, picked up a wild boar weighing about two hundred pounds, and returned to the yard at the foot of the mountain at night.

"You're back?" The little girl An Ran and her grandma came to greet her.

Qianghua nodded and placed the wild boar in front of them.

"Wild boar!...Hmm." An Ran exclaimed and quickly covered her mouth, fearing to attract the attention of outsiders, even if no one came here...

"You and Grandma An are very good at craftsmanship. You two can take care of it," Qianghua said.

The craftsmanship of these two grandsons is more than good. The royal cooking skills passed down from their ancestors are just unclear about people. In other words, they believe too much in the previous statement that the apprentice is one of their own, so they are stabbed in the back and unjustly accused of hiding it in the family for the sake of profit. Things that shouldn’t be hidden.

The whole family was scattered and there was nothing left. Only an old diner helped to deal with the situation, so that the grandfather and grandson could settle down here safely.

Grandma An smiled with a smile on her face, "Don't worry, I will take care of it and let Xiaoran cook you some special dishes!"

Qianghua smiled and replied: "Okay."

The pig was quite big, so the grandfather and grandson quickly called another young man, Gu Zhao, to help.

Qianghua stared at An Ran thoughtfully for a while, and then went back to the house to clean up.

An Ran's craftsmanship is actually not as good as Grandma An's, but the things she makes will give people a special feeling.

It can mobilize the hidden thoughts in the hearts of diners.

The first time she ate the rose, she was reminded of a trace of the past. Even though it dissipated so quickly that she had no time to catch it, the feeling was very wonderful...

Unfortunately, she no longer felt this way after eating it.

Qianghua knew that it was her subconscious defense.

However, if An Ran were placed in the world of cultivating immortals, he would definitely be a good candidate for cultivating food.

Having said that, An Ran might also have a "protagonist" aura.

After changing her clothes, Qianghua went to find Uncle Cao with a copy of "The Complete Pig Raising Manual".

"What did you say? You want me to raise pigs?!" Uncle Cao looked at the thick book in his hand with a look of shock on his face, "I raise chickens!"

"Let's learn." Qianghua said, "There are too many skills to overcome."

Uncle Cao choked and stared at the book that was more than ten centimeters in his hand, speechless for a moment.

Qianghua: "The content in this book only teaches you how to raise pigs. If you want to become a master pig raiser, you still have more to learn!"

Everyone who raises pigs...

Uncle Cao's expression was a little twisted.

The four old men and women beside him also smiled and looked very sad.

Qianghua glanced at them.

Upon receiving her gaze, the old man and the old ladies were startled and quickly looked away, fearing that they would be the next to learn something.

Qianghua took out a notebook, turned to Uncle Cao's resume, and added a message with a pen, "I added pig raising to the skill column for you. Uncle Cao won't let me down, right?"

Uncle Cao was silent for a long time and was speechless. You have already given me your name, what else do you want me to say? !

Angry but unable to do anything.

The little girl in front of them, who was much younger than them, really made them love and hate her!

I don’t know which family raised this little monster!

Qianghua closed the book: "Uncle Cao, study hard. It doesn't matter if you don't understand the content of the book for the time being. As long as you can memorize the key points, you can go raise pigs next spring!"

"Okay, let's go read the book first. I'll call you when the meal is ready." Qianghua gave Tianzao, "Today we eat a whole head of wild boar meat. Grandma An and An Ran are the chefs. The taste is really unspeakable. , the big guys eat with open stomachs."

Thinking of the taste, Uncle Cao couldn't help but swallowed his saliva and said, "It would be great if I could eat meat every day."

Qianghua blinked, "Isn't this simple? As long as you meet the requirements, uncle, you can eat meat three times a day, and you can eat as much as you want."

When Uncle Cao heard this, he looked at the thick book in his hand again, and his heart was filled with pain.

He scratched his hairless head. He was already in his early fifties, so why was he still studying? !

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