Chapter 208 208. The Sixth Pig
When Song Tan asked this question, everyone reacted -
“Yes, how many pigs did you just talk about?”
Among them, Song Sancheng’s buttocks were almost off the stool. At this moment, he couldn't help but turn his head and look towards the back mountain, which was completely invisible.
Zhao Fangyuan was stunned for a moment: "Six heads, I counted correctly, three black and three white!"
“How is it possible!”
Song Sancheng felt that his memory had been insulted: "It's obviously two black and three white!"
This little piglet was very valuable when I bought it. Ulan talked about it for several nights when he went to bed. In addition, at the beginning, he carried the pig food bucket to feed the pigs every day. Song Sancheng knew which one was the strongest and which one was thinner. But in the past half month...
He finally couldn't sit still anymore and stood up directly: "I'll go to the back mountain to have a look."
Because he finally realized that Qiao Qiao has been in charge of the mountain for the past half month.
Thinking of this, Song Sancheng was a little puzzled: "In the past half month, no one of you has gone to the back mountain to have a look? Are you really going to let Qiao Qiao be in charge of the mountain?"
People say: If a family has tens of millions of dollars, the hair alone does not count.
This shows the meticulousness and prudence of the breeding industry.
But their family was so busy that no one noticed that Houshan actually let Qiaoqiao take care of him for half a month, and nothing happened.
—If one more pig is not a problem.
After thinking about it, he had been to the back mountain, but the focus was definitely not on the pigs and chickens. At most, he just went to the beehive for a walk.
At this moment, the silent grandfather Song Youde was also thinking hard:
“I remember that I wanted to go for a walk in the morning and evening, and Qiaoqiao always said it was okay, okay... she called me if she interrupted. Thinking about it this way, it’s true that Qiaoqiao has been feeding a lot recently.”
The same pig food needs to be fed five times a day. Doesn’t that mean there are too many pigs?
At this time, everyone couldn't sit still. Now he hurried to the back mountain.
In the small class on the side, Qiao Qiao moved her **** uneasily and whispered: "Teacher Xin, I heard them talking about pigs. I raised the pigs. Can I go and have a look?"
"No." Xin Jun usually seems to have a good temper, but once he enters the classroom, he is still very intimidating.
At this moment, his face was serious: "You have to pay attention in class."
˜Qiaoqiao is still a little afraid of the legendary teacher.
He nodded obediently and continued to stare at the textbook.
He was so well-behaved, but Xin Jun felt a little soft-hearted. He looked at the time and added: "get out of class will be over in ten minutes."
ˆ˜Qiaoqiao’s eyes lit up!
At this moment, everyone has arrived at the back mountain, including Zhao Fangyuan who is eager to join in the fun.
They bypassed beehives and bushes, and finally came to a free pig pen and chicken shed surrounded by a fence deep in the back mountain.
The two sheds are very close to each other. The chicks, which have lost their yellow down, have gradually grown mottled feathers, and their appearance is much worse than when they were young.
But no one would dislike the thought of them being able to lay eggs in a few months.
At this moment, this group of small and medium-sized chickens are wandering all over the mountains and plains, clawing at the ground with their sharp claws, lowering their heads to peck, eating stones and stomatozoa, even ants, looking for something to eat. of everything.
In the pig pen, as soon as several piglets heard that someone was coming, they immediately gathered around with loud and strong chirps, and even unwillingly lay down on the fence above the pig food bowl.
this…
Everyone was speechless.
Zhao Fangyuan is right, there are indeed six pigs, three white and three black.
The black one has a slightly furry and rough texture, is much smaller and thinner. But he was full of energy and hummed and barked along with the other pigs, as if he was already used to being raised by people.
but…
“This is a wild boar!”
Song Sancheng’s eyes widened: “Where did the wild boar cub come from?”
How could Song Tan know?
"impossible."
Song Tan denied it outright: "The king has been guarding here every day, and he has done a great job. How could it be possible that the net was broken and there was no movement?"
However, Song Youde took the pipe and pointed at the little black pig:
“Then tell me how it came about?”
Song Tan:…
She is not responsible for raising pigs, so why should you ask her? This matter... This matter has to be dealt with by Qiao Qiao.
Ouch, this kid!
The arrival of wild boars is not a bad thing, but Song Tan feels happy.
However, although Song Tan expressed his trust in the king, Song Youde and Song Sancheng hurriedly circled the fence on the mountain and found no damage or looseness.
That’s strange, this little wild boar couldn’t have fallen from the sky, right?
And the mountain behind is not big. Although no wild boars have come here in the past years, but the little piglet is here, will the wild boars rush over one day?
Alas, although it is now allowed to kill wild boars, what do they use to kill them as they are defenseless?
Song Sancheng and Song Youde looked at each other, and both father and son were a little worried.
At this time, Qiaoqiao also rushed over panting.
“Sister, don’t drive my pig away.”
His tears of grievance were about to fall.
“He is small and doesn’t eat much. He only needs two more meals a day.”
Song Tan couldn't help feeling a little distressed: "My dear, do you know where these pigs you raise will go in the future?"
If it’s true love, it’s better to drive away now.
But it’s impossible, she’s not a fairy, she’s just a common person, and she still doesn’t want the pork delivered to her door?
Although this little piglet is a wild boar and grows slowly, how can it be able to weigh more than 100 kilograms by the end of the year?
Good guy, this is an insider.
Let’s just say that although Qiaoqiao can’t recognize all the words, she can never fail to count.
Song Sancheng quickly asked: "Where did this pig come from?"
Qiaoqiao shut her mouth and stopped talking.
Song Tan took a look and saw that he didn't know anything about it. He clearly didn't want to talk about it!
She had no choice but to promise: "Don't worry, we will raise this pig as usual from now on, and we will feed him more food. Can you tell me where it comes from first?"
For her sister, Qiaoqiao has always trusted her unconditionally.
After all, his mother had coaxed him into giving him pocket money before, but she forgot about it in the end.
But my sister said that she would pay him a salary and show him the account books every day. It was never less!
Although he has not received the money yet...
In short, Qiaoqiao answered particularly readily this time:
“The king brought it.”
“How did you bring it?”
Qiao Qiao pointed to the one-meter-high fence: "I'll play with Dabai here, and Dabai will go to the mountains. When he comes back, he will bite the piglet in his mouth, and then "swipe" it, and then it will be gone. Jumped over."
He spoke with gestures.
At this point, Qiaoqiao still felt a little aggrieved: "I thought it was the king's baby."
Wild boars grow slowly, are leaner and less fat, and are not as fat as domestic pigs.
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