Raiders mission is to breed to get rich

People eat for food.

Those who have met Sinan feel that he is more suitable to be a nightclub owner who lingers in the flowers, so as not to waste his skin, rather than hiding behind a private kitchen and leisurely stewing a bowl of health porridge.

But this didn't affect his choice. Sinan always put "eating" above any fun.

In the kitchen, he instructed the cook to make a bowl of rice porridge with soft rotten blossoms and fresh shrimps floating in oil. After eating breakfast without any perfunctory, he leisurely adjusted his collar and strode out.

The cook squatted in the back kitchen, repeatedly recalling the technique and time details that the young master instructed just now, sniffing the fresh fragrance that was still lingering in the air, reveling in the blind belief in the upper class: "As expected of a nobleman from the Emperor Star, a There are so many details to pay attention to in a bowl of porridge, the taste is really different.”

Master Sinan really enjoys it!

She secretly glanced at the young master's back as he left gracefully, thinking in her heart: The one who can make such a young master rush to meet must be an important person, maybe a beautiful lady!

Anyway, it's not something she, a little cook of an agricultural star, can imagine.

And Mr. Sinan, the aristocratic young master admired by the cook, is rushing towards what he is thinking of——

Pig pen.

Old Moody was waiting at the door early in the morning, and Lance and the butler were also supervising the construction of the new pig farm under Sinan's arrangement, and it was very lively here.

Seeing the young master rushing over, old Moody rushed up excitedly: "Young master, you are really good, yesterday the sow ate a full two meals, and the milk is very good!"

He believed it now, his young master was very serious about raising pigs—as pets!

Hey, if it is not kept as a pet, who would be so careful?

But Sinan was overjoyed that his homework on "Getting Rich" was not for nothing.

He nodded and strode towards the pigsty.

Around the originally stuffy pigsty, the windows were opened to ventilate according to Sinan's request. In the morning, hired workers cleaned up the dirty pen. Now the sow is lying leisurely on the side, and a few piglets are busy playing.

Everything seems to be better than yesterday.

"Huh?" Sinan lowered his head and pointed to a dozing little pig standing on tiptoe in the corner, "Why is this one so thin?"

And it's acting weird.

Piglets at this age are just clinging to their mothers, and the other piglets either cuddle up on their mother's belly and sleep soundly, or play with their mother's tail, even if they fight, they are still around the sow.

But this little pig hid far away, as if being driven by something.When a pig is standing, people feel like they are on tiptoes, but Sinan clearly felt that the legs of this little pig were tense and stiff, as if trying to keep his toes from landing on the ground as much as possible.

Obviously very sleepy, he nodded his head and dozed off, but he still refused to fall asleep.

strangeness.

Old Moody looked at his owner with some fear, and quickly explained: "Master, this little one was born with a bad health, if you were not so kind and good at raising it, you should have died yesterday. If you eat less, you will grow up. It's also normal."

Old Moody saw that Sinan nodded, leaned down to hug the little pig in the pigsty, rubbed his stomach pityingly, sighed, and then gently sent the little pig to the sow's arms, letting him feel the mother's love. the warmth.

This made old Moody even more nervous.

It's over, the young master must have kept the piglet as a pet, if he really died, wouldn't he be guilty of a big crime?

He trembled with fright for a moment, fixed his eyes on the piglet that the young master put down, for fear that it would die on the spot.

Sinan's "gentle" behavior in the eyes of old Moody is actually——

Rubbing the belly, in order to see if there is food in the little pig's stomach;

Put it in the sow's arms so that the piglets can reach the teats in the front row.

Not mixed with any personal feelings at all, very cold and scientific.

Most thin piglets are pushed out and unable to nurse in the front row of the sow's breast, where milk is most abundant.

Experienced pig farmers will adjust the feeding position of the piglets so that they can all be full.

Sinan watched expectantly.

Do you want to eat milk or not?

If you don't eat, you will be eaten!

The little pig seemed to have been awakened by his fiddle, and finally recovered from the dumbfounded expression just now.

Its small black bean-like eyes stared at Sinan for a while, making Sinan feel confused, and even had the illusion that "the little guy is holding a grudge".

The little pig turned a blind eye to the "granary" in front of him, even staggered away in disgust, and hid his head under his belly as if giving up on himself, forming a ball.

A state of non-violent non-cooperation and violent non-cooperation.

"Ah..." Sinan and old Moody had different ideas, but they both felt disappointed.

Under the nervous and guilty eyes of old Moody, Sinan silently mentioned the little pig again and lifted him up in the air.

Piggy stared stubbornly at Sinan.

Si Nan narrowed his eyes and sighed: "This little pig looks too weak to take milk."

"Master, don't be sad..." Old Moody seemed to have something to persuade him.

However, Sinan quickly took up the words behind him: "Why don't you just burn it in soy sauce!"

Old Moody expression:? ? ?

!!!

The little pig was taken aback and froze.

Sinan put the pig back into the pen with ease, smiling like a joke, but with a serious expression on his face: "That's right, you can't live up to every life, since it can't survive, let it die a worthy death!"

Old Moody stared blankly at Sinan, and Fuzhi realized in his heart that his positioning of the pigs in this pen might be a bit wrong...

This is not the little treasure in the young master's heart, it is clearly the little treasure on the young master's dining table.

After the little suckling pig stood firmly on the ground, he glared at Sinan bitterly, lingered for two steps, seemed to have made a great decision at the moment of life and death, and suddenly turned his head and walked towards the sow.

"Master, look, it seems to be edible again!" cried old Moody.

Sinan looked back and saw that although the little pig walked slowly, it was firm.

There is even inexplicably the temperament of a strong man who is gone forever.

... Crazy, how can I see the temperament.

Sinan laughed at the thought.

The piglet leaned in front of the sow, closed its eyes, kicked its legs, and felt its heart skip a beat.

Under the eyes of everyone, the mouth moved towards the sow's belly.

What a big loss today.

In its heart, it made a mark on the "young master" in front of it.

"Boom-"

There are always accidents in everything. A taller and stronger suckling pig rushed over and squeezed the piglet away.

The little pig squatted on the ground, and opened his eyes in a daze.

what happened?Was this mental construction done for nothing?

The tall and strong pig took its place, sucked the milk beautifully, wagged its little tail, and gave the little pig squatting on the ground a look, as if it was such a proud and happy thing to be the winner in the competition.

The little pig sat pitifully, not even reacting for a while.

What an opportunity like this!

"Forget it." The squatting pig heard the nasty "young master" say, "It seems that it still has a little desire to survive, so let's raise it alone and feed it with milk powder."

Count you acquainted.

"It doesn't look like it doesn't want to eat it, but it's too weak to compete with other pigs." The nasty guy added.

?

Who is false?

Who are you talking about?

Piggy's eyes widened in disbelief.

It really wants to feel the taste of human flesh now.

Unfortunately, as soon as the idea came up, it was overturned by the brother who just grabbed the milk.It seems to be such a coincidence that it is specially used to confirm its evaluation of "too empty to compete with other pigs".

Xiaozhu silently ranked a certain young master down in his vengeance book, and the first place must be this littermate.

Morning and evening stewed pork to eat it!

Sinan had seen his own pigsty, and apart from the strange thin piglet, which had yet to be seen, to decide whether it would be kept as a breeding pig or turned into a braised suckling pig, everything else was going relatively smoothly.

This put him in a good mood all morning, but in the afternoon, an invitation broke the perfect day.

The butler respectfully handed over the invitation: "Master, the eldest son of the Duke of Lakis is at Kandy Manor. He invited all-star farmers to taste wine. He sent an invitation letter yesterday."

Sinan only glanced up. The special paper was hot stamped with the extremely arrogant inscription "Ferich Lakis", which was the little trash he knew.

He is the most out of place villain in this bloody love story "The Little Fugitive of the Earl Interstellar".

Probably because the author's limited brain can't construct too many villains, so Ferich is arranged to become the final boss with a variety of tricks throughout the book, and his IQ soars to 150 against the backdrop of the main and supporting roles.

He is the only son of the Duke, and he has been in poor health since he was a child.

Ferich doesn't like anyone, but he has a distorted desire to control in his heart. When he sees Rachel find true love, he will make trouble for them if he has nothing to do.

The protagonist An Yu's first escape was instigated by Ferich, the second escape was caused by Ferich's misunderstanding, making him think that he was Ferich's substitute, and the third escape was simply Ferich who asked someone to hijack him he……

The most interesting thing is that Ferich is personable and has superb acting skills. Until the end, the two protagonists still believe in him and take him as their confidant.If the author hadn't forced him to show his flaws, the reunion might not have been until after five hundred chapters.

After watching the plot, Sinan cried for the protagonist, catching him alone in his hair, which is rare these days.

The reason why Felici is called "little trash" is because he has an abnormal value of 150 against his 200 IQ ratio.

The original author is probably too lazy to write about the specific degree of abnormality, anyway, the summary is——

Perverted, quite perverted, very perverted!

Sinan didn't want to experience this abnormal value for the original author.

He fanned himself slowly with the invitation card, and said to the housekeeper without hesitation: "Tell them that I am not acclimatized, and it is not convenient for me to attend the banquet."

This banquet was the starting point in the original book that pushed "Sinan" to a dead end, and he didn't want to get involved at all.

An Yu fled to Agricultural Planet with the help of Felici. In the original book, he "coincidentally" met Sinan at the banquet.

Sinan, who was exiled, seemed to be distorted very quickly - it turned out that it was all directed by Felici. He found an opportunity to luo An Yu back to his home and imprison him, and almost killed him.

Of course, Earl Rachel's heavenly soldiers must have rescued An Yu, and Felici's acting skills were superb, and the three continued to fall in love and kill each other, but the cannon fodder Sinan was sentenced to prison and was silenced by Felici.

Sinan twitched the corners of his mouth mockingly. Before he even got there, Felici's invitation was delivered to his home. The fool in the original book didn't know what he was up to.

What a coincidence, it was arranged from the beginning.

In order not to get fishy all over his body, Sinan decided to stay away from the protagonist and villain, especially the perverted boss.

With this skill, wouldn't it be better to raise more pigs to complete the task earlier and go home quickly?

In the manor, old Moody carried the thin black-and-white piglet into a wooden box and fed it a bottle of milk powder.

This time, Xiaozhu finally obediently did not toss.

After eating the milk, it seemed to be extremely tired, and fell asleep as soon as it touched the wooden box, without moving.

On the other side of the agricultural star, there was finally a sound in the room of Mr. Ferich Lakis, who had been abnormally silent.

The servant was waiting in front of the door, but he heard something seemed to be overturned inside, and then, a somewhat hoarse and gloomy voice sounded——

"Come in."

The servant cautiously pushed open the door of Ferich's room, and he saw Mr. Ferich wearing a dark purple nightgown, sitting at the table with his hands on his forehead.

His hands were slender and thin, with blue-purple blood vessels beating under his pale skin, black curly hair fell on his forehead, his nightgown was open, and the thin muscles underneath could be vaguely seen.

When Ferich stood up, it was surprising that he was so tall.

But compared with other young people of the same age and height, he seems a little thinner.

The servant didn't dare to look any more, and sighed inwardly, the only regrettable thing about this excellent young master is probably his poor health...

"Sir, Mr. Sinan, the owner of the manor in the east, has replied." The servant was beating his heart, worried that Felici would be angry after reading the content.

He didn't know why Felici paid so much attention to a boy who was expelled from the family, and he was also surprised that a commoner with no power, no power and no family dared to refuse the kindness of the young master Duke.

Everything is beyond the imagination of his little man.

"not very convenient?"

Ferich pinched the reply letter with a handkerchief, his narrow eyes drooped, he didn't know what he was thinking, and said softly as if he was breathing.

The servant retreated quietly in order not to disturb her.

"Since Mr. Sinan has concerns, let's go to the door in person and pay a visit."

Ferich's low voice came from the room, making the servant stop.

"Yes, sir." The servant replied.

Felici in the room threw away the reply letter irritably, and wiped his hands repeatedly.

It didn't go well at the beginning, and the strange encounter in the dream...

He seemed to be recalling some unpleasant experience, his eyes were clouded, and he looked at the unsuccessful reply letter again, and let out an angry "hum".

The author has something to say: Felici Piglet: This nasty milk powder is so damn sweet.

(Changed the name to prevent the attack from colliding with the name. Chapter 4 will be posted at [-] pm~)

Thank you reader Nian Yi for not eating big fish and big meat qwq for the rocket launcher *1;

Thanks to the reader "Flying Dog", irrigation nutrient solution +20;

Reader "His Royal Highness Frey", irrigation nutrient solution +2;

Reader "Blue Feather", irrigation nutrient solution +1.

Thank you for your encouragement and watering!The arrogant Felici nodded reservedly, and sent a tall and strong little piglet: "This pig is for you to eat."

Definitely not public revenge :)