After dressing as a villain, I am addicted to farming

At 45:[-], Qu Zhong fried all six dishes from his window and served them on the warming table. Uncle Long numbly pushed open the glass window for cooking.

There was a long queue outside the window, and many people were holding mobile phones, broadcasting today's dishes live.

It's only been a week, and I just occasionally tasted Qu Zhong's dishes with my classmates who were watching the fun, and immediately became a loyal fan of Window No. [-].

"I want four servings of each dish."

The first person to grab the first place was a tall boy. As soon as the glass window was pushed open, he handed over a thick stack of lunch boxes.

"Can you finish eating!" Qu Zhong was surprised, seeing that there was still a big woven bag hanging on his arm.

"The boys in the two dormitories can finish eating."

Although he was talking to Qu Zhong, he kept his eyes on the vegetables, and when he was sure that the dishes were finished, he quickly took out a plastic bag and shouted with a smile: "Another 30 yuan meal, and your vegetables will go with the meal. "

Uncle Long who took the plastic bag: "..."

Almost everyone who comes to order vegetables has to bring them for others, and the quantity of vegetables at each window is limited. Almost only about [-] people at the second window are gone.

The students who were still queuing up at the back went to other windows cursing. Some of them were very angry, and even wrote down two notes in the complaint book at the window.

At most 12:30, Qu Zhong's window has already finished work, and he will fry a few dishes in a small pot at this moment, and the chefs will eat by themselves.

"This small pot makes the dishes more delicious..."

Seeing the bursts of flames from the frying spoon, the aroma of fried pork with chili radiated instantly, Zhong Heng swallowed his saliva and watched closely.

Small restaurants outside the school are no longer in his sights, and sometimes he even doubts what he will do after graduation after he is used to Qu Zhong's cooking.

As soon as the fried dishes were served on the table, Principal Cui would show up in the cafeteria at one o'clock on time to eat their meals.

There's another foodie... Fan Ci.

"Next time you cook more dishes, I don't dare to tell other people in the office where I ordered my meals."

When Principal Cui left, he deliberately whispered in front of Qu Zhong and said, the washed white cotton T-shirt was hanging crookedly on his body, and his face was much better than what Qu Zhong saw last time.

The principal Cui in my memory died of cerebral infarction at the age of 54, leaving behind a wife who lost his labor force and a mother with Alzheimer's disease. Moreover, his only son had a hand disabled due to a car accident when he was young.

Even though life is so difficult, Principal Cui has never greedy for anything from the school. After his death, everyone knows that his family can be described as poor.

At that time, even the original owner donated 1000 yuan, which shows the good impression he left in the hearts of the students.

After a few steps to catch up with Principal Cui who had already turned around, Qu Zhong took out a small box from his pocket: "Principal Cui, this is a pill, you can eat it."

Although Lingquan can alleviate Principal Cui's condition, it can only treat the symptoms but not the root cause, so Qu Zhong still chooses to take risks.

"pill?"

"Well, to treat your cerebral infarction, take a pill every month." He said and took out a small bottle from his pocket and handed it over: "This is a medicine primer, take a sip of this before taking it."

The small light green bottle is a porcelain bottle he found from the space, and what is contained in it is Lingquan.

"How do you know that I have a cerebral infarction!" The three pills were slightly purple, and a spicy smell rushed into the nostrils: "And where did you buy these pills?"

He never told anyone at school about his physical problems. Besides, he was only diagnosed with the disease last month. He even kept it from his family and never took any medicine.

"I also learned some Chinese medicine since I was a child, and I can tell by your face." Seeing that Principal Cui didn't answer, Qu Zhong simply put the small box on his lunch box, and then stuffed the small bottle into his coat pocket: " I made this pill myself, and it cost nothing."

"Can……"

"This is not a bribe, I just don't want to see you fall down early." After speaking, he waved to Principal Cui and went into the back kitchen by himself.

Walking out of the kitchen slowly with the lunch box in hand, Principal Cui rubbed the small box in his hand with his left hand, his heart was full of emotion.

He believed Qu Zhong's words, his dizziness disappeared a lot these days, he thought it was his own recovery, now it seems that there may be medicine in the meals these days.

but!He who has always prided himself on being noble now owes a big favor.

After lunch, the afternoon course is a practical operation in the experimental base.

What Qu Zhong chose was to raise pigs.

He has learned a lot of messy skills in these worlds, but he has never learned about raising pigs. When he saw the course at that time, he chose this course immediately.

The students in the class thought that raising pigs was dirty and smelly, so they all chose the class of soilless cultivation.

Zhong Heng in the dormitory saw that he had chosen, and after constantly brainwashing himself, he also chose to raise pigs.

So after the teacher finished his lecture, the only ones standing in front of the pigsty were the three people in their dormitory.

Fan Ci had a plastic clip on his nose, and asked in a low voice, "Have you ever raised pigs in your hometown?"

"Yes, but my dad never let me go into the pigsty because he was afraid of disturbing my study."

Compared with the tasteless pigsty in front of me, the pigsty built with a few wooden boards at home is many times more smelly.

"The teacher said to observe the growth of pigs!" Holding a shovel in his hand, Zhong Heng looked at the grunting pigs in front of him in embarrassment, and asked a little speechlessly: "How to observe."

"I have a formula in my mind. Let's clean the pigsty first, and then I will write it."

Feed is of course the most important thing if you want to feed a pig with a distinctive meat quality. The reason why running wild pigs are much more expensive is because of the quality of the meat.

Thinking about the formula in his mind, Qu Zhong stepped in first wearing rain boots.

One afternoon, the sound of retching and screams of collapse kept coming from the pig farm.

For the whole three months, except for the theory class, they almost spent all the practical classes in the pig farm.

From the beginning of talking about the change of color of the pig to the later calmness, Zhong Heng felt that he had made a qualitative leap. Now he was talking to the two of them while shoveling the feed.

"This pig grows too fast. I feel that the Louloucao later seems to have an obvious effect."

"I also think that our three-month-old pigs are about the same size as others' five-month-old pigs."

Fan Ci, who has read countless books on pig raising recently, pats the pig on the back, and is very satisfied with the fruits of her labor in the past few months.

"The teacher came to see me yesterday." Speaking of this, Qu Zhong suddenly remembered something serious.

"Looking for you?" Zhong Heng asked.

"Yeah, he said he wanted us to register an intellectual property right. He sent our feed to several feed factories, and they were very interested."

He originally just recorded the changes of the pigs in the past few months and handed them to the teacher as homework. Unexpectedly, the teacher who felt the business opportunity immediately sent the result data to the feed manufacturer.

Now we only need to wait for the pigs to be slaughtered, and then carry out the meat quality test, which will definitely sell well.

"What? The teacher means that our feed can be sold for money?" Fan Ci was so surprised that he didn't even bother to help his glasses fell on his nose.

"It should mean that..."

Qu Zhong scratched his head, actually he didn't know much about this matter, but what is certain now is that they must raise these pigs well.

The three chatted for a while before tidying up and planning to go back to the dormitory.

When I passed the bulletin board, there were quite a few people around, which was comparable to what it was a few months ago.

Zhong Heng, who likes to watch the show, has not waited for Qu Zhong and the two to approach, he has already slipped into the crowd, and after a while, he slipped back with a gloomy face.

"What's wrong?" Qu Zhong asked with a smile.

"Go and see for yourself." Zhong Heng sullenly dragged Qu Zhong to the side of the bulletin board.

It turned out that it was posted about him.

A secret report letter, and the content of the report is that Qu Zhong lived extravagantly and took up the quota of poor students. Not only that, he also stole things from other roommates in the dormitory.

The most serious one is that he bribed the principal to work in the cafeteria, and let the students choose the meal time according to his get out of class time.

Among them, several pieces of evidence against him were listed, which seemed to be conclusive.

Before Qu Zhong said anything, Zhong Heng asked angrily, "Something is missing in our dormitory, why don't I know?"

"That's right, Qu Zhong got into the cafeteria by relying on his own skills, everyone knows that." Fan Ci was also very angry, and his voice of defense was very loud.

The students around nodded their heads in agreement, and only a few of them were still refuting: "What about the other ones, we have to investigate to find out. There are too many face-slapping things in this society now."

"Then let the school investigate." Qu Zhong also said the same thing, and he squeezed out of the crowd with an expression of indifference.

He felt inexplicable about the other items, only the item was true that the students ate according to his get out of class time.

Sometimes when he finishes class at twelve o'clock, the second window will only serve meals at one o'clock.

But this kind of time is only once or twice a month. This is allowed by the cafeteria, and the students who come to have lunch know it.

"No! I have to find out who reported it."

The more Zhong Heng thought about it, the more angry he seemed to have found something in his head. He didn't talk about anything else, he just talked about the loss of things in the dormitory. He remembered that he lost a few hundred dollars in the last semester and talked about it in the dormitory.

But then, he found it in his closet, so there was no such thing as stealing.

He didn't tell anyone else about this, how did he know about the report letter.

Could it be the people in the dormitory...

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, Zhou Heng's hand on Qu Zhong's shoulder shook, and a name flashed through his mind - Liu Minghua!

The person who can understand Qu Zhong's money-making so clearly, and knows about the misunderstanding of stealing, must be someone from their dormitory.

In the past few months, Fan Ci and him were almost inseparable from Qu Zhong, and they were immediately ruled out of suspicion. Who else would there be besides Liu Minghua who was drifting away from them now.

"I think I guessed who it was."

Although he didn't want to be so sure, but after thinking about it, Zhong Heng patted Qu Zhong's shoulder solemnly.

"Liu Minghua?" Qu Zhong laughed.

"You know..."

"It was the last time..." Chucking his cheeks, Qu Zhong probably recalled the conversation he saw Liu Minghua talking to the counselor, which aroused the incomparable shock of the two people beside him.

"You mean? Liu Minghua is a poor student?" Fan Ci felt that he had been hit in the head, and his head was buzzing.

They used to go out of school to eat together, but Liu Minghua's generosity did not look like a poor student at all, and his computer and mobile phone were new products in the past two years.

He still remembered how relaxed Liu Minghua looked when he said that he used it at home.