The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

Reminder: Do not read the content of this chapter while eating! !Heavy flavor warning!

The location of Xiaolele's pig farm is indeed a little remote. They need to drive out of the urban area, get on the highway, and walk a long, long mountain road before they can see the sign of the farm.

The most dangerous part is actually the road adjacent to the pig farm.This road is a one-way street with a steep slope on one side and a deep pit on the other. Although it is not dangerous, if the car slips and falls, there is no way to get up by yourself.

With so much snow on the road now, Lvchuanguang drove very carefully.

The heater was turned on in the car, and the window glass was covered with mist. Bolivar sat in the back row, and Curacao and Curacao used this time to sort out the overall plan of the Internet project.

"Has anything good happened to Olga recently?" Bolívar suddenly asked halfway through the information.

"Huh?" Curacao, who was texting, shook her hand, with a little panic on her face, "Well, why do you say that?"

"It's so obvious." Bolivar glanced at the corners of her mouth, which was still upturned. Erjia obviously has one more contact person, and every time I send him a message, the expression will be much richer."

"So, it's reasonable to speculate that Olga is in love, right?"

"...No, there is no boss here." Curacao showed a distressed look, "Well, it might as well be regarded as a sister, or a mother?"

"Ah." Lu Chuanguang's eyes straightened. He felt that he was too old now to understand the fashion of these children, but his sister could still understand it. What kind of operation is it to recognize his mother.

"That's a child, a child who hasn't grown up." Curacao sighed, "I'm not that beastly yet, even if I want to fall in love, I can't find a minor."

"I saw him trading powder with punks on the side of the road before. I stopped him, and he seemed to be glued..." Curacao put his hand on his forehead, and his voice became softer as he spoke.

"This... Even if you are young, this is an old man in disguise, right?" Bolivar couldn't help frowning, "Should I find someone to scare him?"

"Hey? No, no, no! It's not that far." Curacao shook his head again and again, and subconsciously grabbed the cushion he was sitting on, "He just came to eat a few meals, so he doesn't have to be so strict. I can also be more on my side. Popularity... anyway..."

Bolivar seemed to hear his car seat groaning, ah, it's not an illusion, it must have been scratched by Curacao, right?

Curacao blushed slightly: "It's pretty good anyway."

"Cough." Hearing these words, the corners of Lu Chuanguang's lips could not help but curl up, and he pressed them down again.

"...Okay, as long as you know it in your heart." Bolivar knew that he might have made a mistake, and she had to figure it out for herself.

Tsk, without seeing, without seeing, he doesn't participate in such things.

It took about three hours, starting at nine o'clock in the morning, and it was already twelve o'clock at noon when we arrived at the pig farm.

The appearance of the pig farm looks much cleaner than expected.

What came to greet him was an old farmer with dark skin. His face was full of wrinkles, his hands were rough and cracked, full of the hardships of life.Behind him were several employees in supervisor clothes.

The unremarkable old farmer in front of him is the current person in charge and founder of this small Lele pig farm.

When the old farmer spoke, it made people feel kind and kind: "Several bosses! Welcome to come! The little old man is the person in charge here."

"Please allow me to introduce our factory to you. It has a history of several decades. The boars and sows raised are fat and big, and the meat is firm and not hard. Not only adult pigs, we also have It can provide a large number of good piglets, suitable for roast suckling pigs, all of which are the best refined pork in this area.”

"We have the best modern pigsty. All the pigs are sold alive. If you don't mind, we also have matching butchers who can handle it for you. Of course, in this way, the pork will not be as fresh as you. "

"Luchuan, how about learning how to butcher a pig?" Bolivar joked subconsciously after hearing this.

"Cough, cough, cough." Lu Chuanguang choked on his own saliva.

"Haha, it scares you, just kidding." Bolivar also laughed, "Someone in Champs Elysees should know how to do this. If it doesn't work, you can go to the uncle of Grid, that old man can kill pigs."

"I'll learn from the old man." Lu Chuanguang nodded with complicated emotions.

"Well, it's not necessary to be very good at learning, but you must at least know how to do it, how much meat can be produced from a pig, what kind of meat is the freshest, and what kind of meat is the next day. Otherwise, the people below want It's very easy to fool you."

Bolivar brushed the grass under his feet, looked at the farm, and became interested: "You don't need to learn from the old man, I will. Come, I will show you how to pick pigs."

Before Lu Chuanguang realized what it meant, Bolivar asked, "Boss, can you go into the pigsty to have a look?"

"Of course, but..." The old farmer looked at the suits and fine coats these people were wearing, with a tangled face, "I'll start with the ugly words first, and you need to pay attention to your clothes. Although we The pigsty and pig nest are cleaned twice a day, but there is inevitably some smell. Because the smell of pig manure is very strong. If you don’t care about this, I can take you to visit.”

Bolivar nodded: "It's troublesome, since we are here, we must come in and see the real thing."

"You..." Bolivar glanced at Curacao and Lu Chuanguang.

"All I wear today are old clothes, which can be thrown away," Curacao said.

"I don't mind either..." Lu Chuanguang also nodded.

The expressions of the two were a bit alike, they were expressions of curiosity, anticipation and vague disgust.

The person in charge gave each of them a mask and an isolation suit that could cover the whole body.After they were fully dressed, they followed the person in charge into the pig farm.

The smell that hits the face is actually not strong, but people who have never smelled it will definitely not be used to it.

The entire pigsty has a large area, and this is just one of the rooms.There were about three or four ordinary employees in blue one-piece cleaning clothes, busy with their own affairs.

"This is a fattening farm, and there happens to be a batch of pigs that are almost ready for sale," the person in charge introduced.

He enthusiastically brought everyone to a cubicle, grabbed the pig by the ear, and showed Bolivar: "Look, all the pigs here are so healthy and lively. Each one has a smooth fur, Fat and tender."

Bolivar carefully looked at the appearance of the pig in front of him. It was indeed very clean, with round and round skin, and clear eyebrows and eyes. It didn't look sick.He nodded, then waved to Lu Chuan, asking him to take a closer look at how to pick live pigs.

"In addition to formal tests, such as blood tests, etc., instruments are required."

"When we usually buy, we can check whether the secretions of the pig's mouth and nasal cavity are healthy, as well as the position of the buttocks, the state of the excrement, and the secretions of their genitals... these are all judged by the naked eye The most favorable evidence of whether the pig is healthy or not."

Bolivar, wearing gloves, first showed the pig's nose, and then signaled Lu Chuanguang to follow him to look at the sow's butt.

Lu Chuan's bald scalp was numb, and he followed Bolivar to look at the pig's butt, enduring the discomfort.He was very curious about where his boss learned this knowledge.

"Look, its tail is clean, its butt is clean, and there's dung on the ground..." Bolivar stretched out his hand and pinched the pig's butt, then patted the sow's back upwards. Small white spots could mean it has urethral inflammation or swine dysentery."

Although this is a pigsty with modern management, concrete floors, and iron fences, there will always be some yellowish-brown stains that cannot be cleaned.

Lu Chuanguang could almost clearly see very tiny worms crawling around on the pig's body, and some plate-shaped things, who didn't know if they were soil or something, were hanging on the pig's hair.

Just after a few glances, he felt as if there were small bugs crawling around on his back, which made him shiver.

He, he didn't know what to say at all.

Why are you so proficient? ? ?Don't you have a clean freak! ! !

Why is it so natural for you to grab a pig's butt with your hands! !

Olga, who was standing by the side, couldn't help but take two steps back when she saw this scene.

"Hey, boss, it seems that you are still an expert." The person in charge laughed.

"Well, my family used to be in the country and raised pigs." Bolivar nodded, and then told Lu Chuanguang on the other side, "Be careful, it's very painful to get your hand pulled by a pig's tail, and it may even break your hand." .”

Hearing this, the person in charge wanted to say something more to get close, but when he turned his head, seeing the hourly worker who was stunned beside him, he immediately turned his brows upright.He slapped the helper who was standing there in a daze.But the helper's skill seemed to be extremely sensitive, and he easily dodged it.

"Sorry." Seeing that the boss seemed to be in a bad mood, he said.

The other party was also wearing a hat and a mask, his whole body was tightly wrapped, and his voice sounded young.

"Newcomer! I told you not to be lazy! There are guests here today!" The person in charge looked even more disgusted, pointing at the black spots on the floor of the pigsty, "Look at you! What does your pigsty look like? ! The pig feces on the ground haven’t been cleaned up yet!”

"Dark spots everywhere!"

"I know you have only been here for a few days, and the one I gave you is already the easiest one. You don't even want to sweep the excrement, you should resign early and don't work in the pig farm." The person in charge said disgustedly, " The new guy next door has been able to start injecting oxytocin into sows today."

Bolivar subconsciously recalled: "Ah, injecting oxytocin, I remember, using a syringe, hitting the vulva of the sow."

"... Hiss." Lu Chuanguang took a breath, and subconsciously glanced at the two red folds on the buttocks of the sow in front of him.

And the hourly worker shook his hand, and the broom in his hand almost fell to the ground without pinching it, and there were some obvious heaves in his chest.

Seeing this, Bolivar couldn't help but look at the other party a few more times. From the gap between the other party's mask and hat, he saw a pair of familiar green eyes with an extra eyeliner.

This eye looks a bit like Shuichi Akai?

Bolivar thought, and then moved his gaze to the other party. The name tag on his chest read: Ley

"???!!!!!!"

Hiss - Bolivar subconsciously turned his eyes back to the other person's face, and took a few more glances.That person seemed to be particularly sensitive to gazes. He turned around and caught Bolivar squarely, only to find that it was his current client's gaze.

He nodded to Bolivar and picked up the shovel from the shelf.Avoiding the pig's limbs, the shovel was inserted into the ground heavily, and then the arm was lifted up vigorously, and the pile of unknown objects was shoveled into the trolley.He started his job today, dutifully shoveling pig shit.

"..."

Sure enough, I was wrong.

Bolivar thought that it might be the same name, after all, there is no code name for Zhuxing University.

Even if the other party is really Zhu Xingda, it is really a coincidence that the other party used this as a pseudonym during these days.In the future, after knowing this news, what is the boss who deliberately used this name as his code name to think?

Could it be to remind him of the miserable days when he was shoveling shit every day in the pig farm?

Bolivar was amused by his own thoughts, which is too bad.

If you really do this, even if the other party is not an undercover agent, they will be forced to betray the organization by this method.

There won't be such a silly boss in black organization.

This person should be a coincidence, named Ley.

Bolivar stopped thinking about it, and after watching the adult pigs, he took the green river light to observe the little piglets in another area.

At this moment, Curacao is very fortunate that he is currently an administrative assistant, and the place he is assigned to is an Internet project.

She watched Lu Chuanguang being encouraged by Bolivar, picked up those lively and cute little piggies, and distinguished the male and female from the buttocks...

Just looking at the unknown black dots on the pig's hair made my whole body go numb.

Curacao shuddered, and slapped to death a little bug that was trying to paste himself.

As for Lu Chuanguang, goosebumps were all over his arms from the beginning, and he began to regret sincerely that he should not have said that he was good at cooking...

Later, it gradually became numb...

In the end, he looked at these little piggies again, and thought they were quite cute...

Well, yes.Little Piggy is at least much better than those big pigs of three or four hundred catties who can stagger themselves with just one turn of the head.

After walking through the entire fattening farm, the person in charge brought the three of them to the breeding shed and the breeding pig farm, and introduced them to the situation of the breeding pigs and sows waiting to be pregnant in the factory.

After the three of Bolivar left, the other two came to the feedlot.

One was Mo Yuesan, a 40-year-old tall man with a vicissitudes of life on his face, and looked at his clothes as a supervisor.He was followed by a young man in the same clothes as Ley, about 20 years old, with blond hair, wearing a mask and a name tag on his chest that read Gredo.

The supervisor greeted Ley: "Newcomer, after shoveling the pig manure, remember to clean the pigsty, and we have to patrol the fence after eating."

The rookie who was shoveling pig shit nodded.When his gaze passed Gredo, he flinched back inexplicably, intentionally or unintentionally using the surrounding things to cover his figure, as if deliberately avoiding the other party's gaze.

The supervisor didn't notice this either, and Gredo, who was behind him, automatically stepped forward to pick up the mop and bucket.

wow-

A large bucket of semi-turbid water was splashed on the fence, and the young man stepped forward very skillfully and mopped the pig hair and pig manure off the fence, just like sweeping away dust, without any psychological pressure.

Ley, who was standing a little closer to the fence, dodged subconsciously and took a step aside, but even so, he was splashed a lot, and couldn't help but glance at the dirty spots on his clothes.

Although he knew that the outer set was protective clothing, and the chest and cuffs were already covered with mud and unknown objects...

"Hahaha, Ley has never done such a thing." The supervisor glanced at the other party, and immediately understood what he was struggling with, "Hey, it seems that your family conditions have been good all the time. No help Parents have done farm work."

Rye froze for a second, then nodded.

"I grew up in the fields when I was a child. I helped my parents cut wheat, pick up cow dung, and dig out field mouse nests. Those days were very happy..." the supervisor said, with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.Although he was wearing a mask and couldn't see his face, Ley guessed that the other party must be smiling at the moment.

"This factory is much cleaner than our country." The supervisor said and shook his head. "Grey came here a few weeks earlier than you. Look, how skilled you are. Ley must learn from it."

"After all, if the efficiency of temporary workers is too low, they will be fired by the boss."

As he spoke, he looked Ley up and down again: "Looking at your muscles and body, you don't look weak? Why can't you work faster than Gredo?"

"..."

"Maybe there is a problem with the skills." Gredo heard the conversation between the two, stopped the movement of his hands, and breathed a little sigh of relief, "Ley, let me teach you. Your posture with the shovel is not right. Shovel it like this, and then throw it over..."

"The most important thing is to take a look when you shovel it out." Gredo's tone was very solemn, "You must look to see if there is any formation, parasites, and pus!"

Gredo made a pose, then urged Ley to try it with his moves.

The tall man had no choice but to imitate the opponent, shovel it up and throw it over.

"Wait, that's not right! You have to look down, you didn't even look at it just now!" Gredo was not fooled, he corrected.

"..." Ley's hand holding the shovel was shaking.

He was silent for two seconds, as if he had made countless psychological constructions for himself, then bit his gums, looked down slowly, and quickly threw the black object in the shovel into the cart like hot eyes.

"Well, that's it." Gredo nodded.

Looking at the approving gaze of the other party, Ley closed his eyes, and his chest heaved even more.

Seeing the two people working, the manager asked with a smile: "Gredo is still a university student, right? Tuition is not cheap. Why do you come here to work part-time?"

Gredo paused while he was washing the fence, and then continued nonchalantly: "Ah, I'm a student on loan."

He smiled, and his tone sounded light: "After all, I want to pay off the money as soon as possible. This job earns a lot of money and the time is flexible. And I often helped the family with these things when I was young."

"Hey, this is really courageous." The supervisor shook his head, pushed the full trolley aside, and pulled a new trolley over, "My nephew had good grades and was admitted, but he didn't have enough scholarships The tuition fee is too expensive, so my brother didn't let him go."

"..." Gredo didn't say anything.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, it's the last step." The supervisor dumped the last shovelful of pig manure on the small cart, and ordered the two people, "You go to eat first, I will push the cart over."

"it is good."

Ley found an excuse while changing clothes, avoided Gredo, and picked a place where no one was around to take off his outer work clothes.

Taking off his hat and mask, Ley revealed a stern face that had been hidden all along, with a high nose bridge, green eyes, and a sharp chin.If Bolivar was here, he would definitely be able to recognize him. The other party was the FBI investigator Shuichi Akai who he guessed, and the undercover agent of the Morohoshi Infiltration Organization under the alias.

At this moment, Zhu Xingdai, that is, Akai Shuichi, was in a very bad mood. He felt that he still had the smell of pig feces left on his body, and he had no appetite to eat at all.

The poster that Qinjiu gave him back then was here, Xiaolele Pig Farm.The most suitable sniping location is above the entire pigsty breeding farm, close to the roadside and on a high terrain, with a wide view and no shelter.

He originally meant to sneak into the pig farm after receiving the specific time, but Gin refused.Because the other party didn't know the exact time, he was asked to come here in advance to stand by.If he wanted to stay here for several days, it would be unrealistic to hide and hide all the time, so he could only follow Qin Jiu's method and enter the factory as a newly recruited temporary worker.

But I didn't expect to encounter such a challenge on the first day after a short training period.Now he even began to look forward to the mission target coming sooner, completing the mission and leaving here sooner.

"Ley?" Gredo's voice came from outside the door.

Zhu Xingda heard the voice and hid aside calmly. He couldn't let the other party see his face. After all, he and the other party had met each other in the Via restaurant. Although he didn't know if the other party remembered him, he was prepared .

"Hey? Isn't it here?" Gredo's footsteps went away.

Zhu Xing breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't plan to eat anymore, he would go to patrol the fence after taking a rest here.This should be better than shoveling pig shit, right?

Patrolling fences is indeed easier than cleaning. They just need to check the status of each pig to see if there are any dead pigs.

The entire pigsty has been cleaned before and has become much cleaner and tidy.At least there won't be the situation in the morning where one step by one doesn't understand black eggs.Although there were still a lot of pig hairs and dust on the ground, and tiny greasy insects were flying around, hearing the humming of pigs around, Zhu Xingda felt that it was okay and he could bear it.

The supervisor at the head chattered about checking the pig's skills, patted the pig's back and pinched its ears from time to time.

Zhu Xingda followed behind him, listening to each other, just listening to the other party's speech, not watching the actions, the knowledge is quite interesting.

After walking less than a quarter of the way, the supervisor stopped and looked at the commotion in front of him with a serious expression.

It was a group of hooting pigs who seemed to be fighting, bumping into each other.Zhu Xingda didn't know what happened, so he glanced curiously. It seemed that a group of pigs were biting a pig?And the location of the bite seems to be... the back?

"Separate them," said the supervisor.

Gredo on the side skillfully picked up the plastic sheet next to it, inserted it directly between the two pigs, and shook it twice.Zhu Xingda also imitated his movements, using plastic sheets to drive pigs away.Soon, the surrounding pigs were driven away, revealing the one surrounded by the pigs.

The supervisor stepped forward, scratched the butt of the bitten pig, and frowned.

"Sure enough, prolapsed anus."

???

Zhu Xingda's expression was blank, what?What did I just hear?

He was full of hesitation and confusion, and was almost knocked to the ground by the pig that pushed him over.

Zhu Xingda staggered, and before he could stand still, he heard the supervisor say again: "I'm going to get the tools, you guys take this pig out."

"I'll sew it back on."

Sew it back.

Sew it back.

sew back,

"What's wrong, Ley?"

Gredo patted him on the shoulder: "Don't be dazed, we also want to help."

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The author has something to say:

Akai Shuichi: Gin! ! ! !I must kill you! ! 1

Akai Shuichi: I want to give up the mission...

Not Blizzard mode, my favorite episode is actually the persecution of Akai (whisper)

I thought someone would have guessed that the flyer was from a pig farm.

After all, I just wrote that Gredo received the flyer, and then I wrote the flyer for Gin to Akai.

感谢在2021-11-1417:47:27~2021-11-1502:13:42期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Rain on Earth, Sanqiuye; 10 bottles of Lu Xiaoxi; 3 bottles of Sylvia;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!