Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 1614 Made a fortune

  Zhou Tanzhi leaned over his desk.

   There is no other way.

  Since we have to raise pigs, we have to think about it.

  One month is enough for him to accept the current reality.

  The most important thing for him now is to raise the pig well.

   Not for anything else, just to make my life here easier.

   Otherwise, it would be too much for anyone to catch more than 30 Fang Fans running away every day.

   What's more, my mentor, who has broken his heart for himself, has fallen to this point. He is old, how can he continue to worry?

  So, under the oil lamp, Zhou Tanzhi continued to write.

   After all, he is a person who has read many books. Although those books do not have this kind of "vulgar" knowledge, they have provided him with a completely different new perspective.

  As for labeling each pig with a number, such as Fang Yifan, Fang Erfan, etc., it is not just to vent anger.

   Of course, there are also factors for venting anger.

   But the most important thing is that he needs to treat each pig separately, and then observe the effects of different feeding.

  Scholars, even if they raise pigs, they still have to figure out one, two, three, four, five, and then learn from it.

   Gu Shiben was by his side, and tried to urge him to sleep a few times, it can be seen that he was concentrating, the candlelight was reflected in his eyes, he was extraordinarily energetic, and there was no trace of sleepiness.

Sometimes, I even heard him muttering something: "If you raise pigs, you will raise pigs. Fang Jifan, Fang Jifan, you dog-like thing, do you really think that the old man can't raise it? I want to see the old man's jokes, huh... the old man will take you Ming Song, as well as the so-called pig-raising theory of your disciples and grandchildren, all overthrow it. It is a joke that such a superficial knowledge wants to be listed in the hall of elegance."

   Then, under the oil lamp, he gave a gloomy smile.

   Look at people.

   Seeing him like this, Mrs. Gu took a deep breath, thinking that he couldn't bear such a blow, and went to sleep angrily.

  The next day, when Mrs. Gu woke up, Zhou Tanzhi was gone.

  She went out of the house, and she didn't know if he slept at night, but she scooped up the pig feed energetically, making various noises in her mouth.

  When the pigs heard the sound, they behaved well and rushed to the trough one after another.

   Immediately afterwards, one by one hummed and squeezed into the trough.

   Taking advantage of this time, Zhou Tanzhi hurried to wait on Wang Aoqi.

  While discussing with Wang Ao, the two muttered to each other, only occasionally came a few times: "Prepare some herbs, maybe it can be just in case."

  "Pigs live on omnivores, so you might as well find some kitchen waste swill and see the effect..."

   Another half an hour later, the Wang family came.

  Wang Ao asked them to pick up Mrs. Gu to settle down.

  The Wang family was poor, but they still hired a carriage, but the carriage looked old.

   Some family members of the Zhou family who came with the Gu family went to settle down yesterday, and now they will pick up the Zhou family's mistress.

Mrs. Gu wanted to leave, thinking of her husband, who had studied for most of his life and served as an official for most of his life, but in the end he had to be with pigs. tears.

Zhou Tanzhi raised his head resolutely, not letting his tears fall, but looking at Gu's haggard look, although he was originally an official family, he was only wearing commoner clothes at this time, and even the gold hairpin on his temples was the same as before. The dowry, so the tears also flowed down, I felt that my heart was very blocked, and finally the last bit of pride was gone, so I bowed to Mrs. Gu without a sound, saluted, and said: "I am sorry for you."

   Mrs. Gu finally left, looking at the Juechen chariot and horses.

  Zhou Tanzhi was still staring blankly at the dust raised by the chariot and horse, but the chariot and horse had disappeared.

  Wang Ao stood beside him and said with emotion: "Zian, such a virtuous wife cannot be blamed..."

   Speaking of this, Zhou Tanzhi muttered in a daze: "That's not right."

  Wang Ao frowned, looked at Zhou Tanzhi: "What?"

   Zhou Tanzhi said seriously: "Master, the way to raise pigs is to use the cheapest feed, the least manpower, and the easiest way to raise more pigs, right?"

  Wang Ao looked at Zhou Tanzhi and felt that this guy was possessed by a demon.

Zhou Tanzhi cheered up: "The road is long and long, and I will search up and down. The principles of the world are interlinked after all. If you understand the purpose of this way, then you should know how to move in this direction. , These days, this idea has been lingering in the minds of the students. The students think that the current 30-odd pigs are still far from enough, and they should add dozens of pigs. During breeding, many possibilities were sought.”

Hearing this, Wang Ao was refreshed. He was a serious person: "That's right, it's the truth. Manpower is exhausted, but manpower is endless. If a person doesn't understand reason, there is infinity. A mere person, a body of flesh and blood, What a way. But if there is reason, this manpower will be endless. Why, a gentleman moves when he thinks about it, and acts according to the trend, and heaven has no tricks to use."

Zhou Tanzhi understood what Wang Ao meant. Only those who understand the "Tao" can act in accordance with the natural destiny. Don't go against these laws. Familiar with and master these laws, even if it is God's will to trick people, they can overcome adversity. And go.

This is the difference between me and ordinary people. Of course... the premise of everything is that he needs to master this natural principle, and how to follow the trend. The "Tao" in the teacher's mouth may make people laugh, because... this It is the way to raise pigs.

   Zhou Tanzhi seemed to have figured out something amazing, and said eagerly: "Try it and you will know."

  So, I immediately went to purchase dozens of pigs.

  In this way, Fang’s Thirty-six Fans have added thirty-five younger brothers, and they have been ranked to Seventy-one Fans.

  Zhou Tanzhi simply hid in the pigsty, thinking about their habits all day long.

   Whenever there is any discovery, record it in the register immediately, and try every means to improve the trough to prevent the piglets from taking food.

   Changed the ingredients again and again.

  But on the eleventh day, his saddest day, Fang Shiqifan died.

During Fang Shiqifan's lifetime, he always couldn't compete with his brothers and sisters. He was always skinny and easily irritable. Zhou Tanzhi admired it the most, because Zhou Tanzhi felt that Fang Shiqifan and other brothers and sisters They are different, it is a pig that occasionally uses its brain to think, unlike other pigs, it only knows how to eat and eat, Zhou Tanzhi watched Fang Shiqifan standing alone in the corner of the pigsty many times, making a low voice. Humming, as if carrying melancholy, until it became thinner and thinner. In the end, it finally lived a short life. In the night of its death, it was not asleep as usual, and made a humming sound. When Zhou Tanzhi heard When it moved, it got up with clothes and shoes, and when it arrived at the pigsty with a candle, it was already full of energy.

  Zhou Tanzhi's grief came from his heart, but he was unable to recover from it.

When Zhou Tanzhi and his mentor invited a pig butcher to deal with Fang Shiqifan, and then returned to the pig house with the pork, Zhou Tanzhi and his mentor were sitting opposite each other, eating the pot of fat pork. , all made a particularly appetizing chewing sound.

Zhou Tanzhi sighed: "Now I understand another truth. Pigs not only need to know how to raise them, but also how to choose them. Humans have nature, and pigs have pig nature. Pigs should eat, eat, sleep and sleep. , this catastrophe will also be imminent, and in the future, when selecting pigs, those who are particularly clever need to be eliminated, and only those who are as stable as Ouyang Zhi are good pigs."

  Wang Ao grasped the bone and gnawed on the fascia. His teeth were bad, but he felt that the gnawing was not clean enough.

He is an upright official, and there are not many opportunities to eat meat with his belly open like this, so he cherishes it very much, so while picking the remaining meat with his teeth, he hummed: "It's extreme, it's extreme, Zi'an can infer other things from one instance, I am gratified for the teacher, there is a difference between humans and pigs..."

   As they spoke, the master and the apprentice looked at each other speechlessly, lowered their heads and ate the meat, thinking... maybe it was because of sadness.

  …

   Another two months passed in a blink of an eye.

  The story of Wang Ao raising pigs has already spread.

  Many people went to see it specially, and saw that gentle and sweeping appearance.

   So many scholars, the rabbit died and the fox was sad.

  Looking at this situation, they seemed to see their own destiny.

  People like Prince Lian are so miserable, but the future of others is even more hopeless.

   All the officials in the court sighed secretly in private. There were many things they wanted to say in their hearts, but they dared not say them. They simply regarded themselves as clay Bodhisattvas.

  The emperor didn't understand, but Fang Jifan had been instructed to do this matter, and there was no news from left and right, so he had to pretend to be deaf and dumb for the time being.

   But for other people, such a thing is more like a joke.

  Businessmen always like to get together and laugh with each other.

  These people are all exquisite-hearted, such as Liu Wenzhi, the boss of Desheng Trading Company.

Then, I heard other businessmen friends say with a smile: "I heard that the heavenly officials of the bureaucracy raise pigs in Xishan. It's terrible. Seeing that they are about to be slaughtered, most of them survived. It seems...the heavenly officials are still there. Pigs dare not die."

  Everyone laughed.

  After hearing this, Liu Wenzhi raised his eyebrows, his body shook, and said, "How much is the slaughter rate?"

   "Those who do good things are watching with binoculars. I'm afraid it's not low, at least 90% or more, and it's good to raise."

   "Really?" Upon hearing this, Liu Wenzhi, the owner of Desheng Trading Company, regained his energy, and suddenly...his mind suddenly became active.

  Those who can make a fortune have different thinking.

  Other people raise pigs, and two or three of the ten pigs die, which is considered good, but someone raises pigs and can raise them like this, what does that mean? It means that there must be a secret recipe, and the knowledge involved here may be unusual.

  The lowest cost can create the greatest effect.

   What's more, now that many people are beginning to have ample money, the demand for meat...

  Liu Wenzhi didn't show any emotion on his face, but his heart was full of turbulent waves.

   I'm going to get rich.

  …

Everyone talks about water, but there is no water. I think the tiger is carefully deliberating on each character, and is constantly deducing the model of the story. I try my best to make the story come alive. This kind of writing is actually better than simply fighting Killing is much more difficult. Maybe everyone doesn't like this type of story, but... Isn't the development of the times promoted in this way? This book is not about hegemony, hegemony is just a by-product, what it really talks about is change, forget it, I won’t explain it, just continue to be scolded.

  (end of this chapter)