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Now, Zhang Feng finally found motivation.

He didn't expect this paper to be as expensive as in the poems. No wonder Ma Zhou was willing to raise horses for others for a book.

It turned out to be for this?

Wrapped around Yu Shinan, after setting up the handwriting under the witness of Sun Simiao.

Zhang Feng didn't fall asleep for an instant, and hurriedly took a bath under the waterfall, which caused a group of women on the construction site to curse for a long time before Zhang Feng ran down the mountain.

Before I reached the middle of the mountain, I met Gao Kan who was driving the mule back to the mountain.

As soon as Gao Kan saw Zhang Feng go down the mountain alone, he forcibly lifted Zhang Feng on the back of the mule, and then took the mule away.

Simply Zhang Feng could only endure the severe pain under his crotch, allowing the mule held by Gao Kan to walk towards the paper mill. Even when he was halfway up the mountain, Zhang Feng could smell it for a while The smell of blood and the loud shouts.

Looking along the gaps in the leaves, I saw a cloud of smoke and dust in the col on the left side of the mountain, inside which Zheng Butcher’s voice was the loudest.

"Gao Kan, how about the pig slaughter farm?"

"At noon today, I heard that butcher Zheng brought more than 100 pig slaughters there. I don’t know exactly, but I heard about it in the middle of noon, while eating in the paper mill, and that Tonghui Street found more than a hundred cauldrons under the command of Li Qian Noble Son."

Zhang Feng hearing this, I couldn't help but got interested and urged Gao Kan to go to the pig farm for a walk, but Gao Kan quit, pulling on the rein of the mule and almost fell Zhang Feng off the back of the mule. .

"Lord Dean, you got the blood from Scholar, besides, these dirty places can only stain your eyes."

Zhang Feng Hearing this, could not help but feel a little speechless.

"Who told you this shit?"

Zhang Feng said while staring: "You told me, who said this?"

"The old village head of Tonghui Street said it!"

"Just this afternoon, he said when he came to deliver us food."

Gao Kan directly So he sold the old village chief.

Zhang Feng hearing this, instantly felt that the old village chief must have drunk too much, if this is not there, he would have to waste many things, you must know that this pig is full of treasures!

Pork blood, liver, not to mention pork kidneys.

That's all delicious food!

Just now, Zhang Feng knew this thing when he smelled the bloody smell, and it was all ruined.

Under Zhang Feng's strong request, Gao Kan had to carry Zhang Feng to the door of the killing farm.

At this time, inside the gate made up of more than a dozen trees with the thickness of a bowl, the music can see the shadowy silhouette from the faint mist in it. It is busy with a few stones. The built-up pots and stoves are arranged in rows on both sides of the shantytowns, and the wooden shelves in the middle are carrying pork that has been washed and peeled before being used.

The old village chief leaned on a crutches, squinted his eyes, and watched everyone. His eyes were already squinted, but when Zhang Feng came in, he hurriedly grabbed him and Zhang Feng walked out the door go with.

"Feng'zi, how can you come to this place?"

"I will be dirty!"

Zhang Feng hearing this, gave a wry smile.

And the old village chief glared at Gao Kan and said: "You foolish guy, the old man told you, you are not allowed to tell Feng'zi, you are all in one ear and out the other. No? I’ll never want to ask for a piece of pork from me in the future!"

Seeing the old village chief sprinkled his anger on Gao Kan, Zhang Feng pointed to the blood dyed creek: “Old village chief, You have wronged him. Look at the water. If this goes on, within three days, this Mt. Kui is a hundred miles around. It is all this bloody smell. Where else can people live on this mountain?"

"Look at that side again."

Zhang Feng while speaking, pointed to the downstream road of the paper mill: "You can see it, and you know how important it is to me, Look, if you do this, won't my place be ruined?"

The old village chief wanted to break it, but the expression on hearing this changed drastically.

He knows that place, and even in this pig farm, he knows only three people. What is this?

This is Feng'zi who trusts him!

But when Zhang Feng said this, the old village head was anxious.

"What should I do? This...it only took three thousand yuan to get it. I was confused. I was confused. I'm going to let Zheng Tufu's group of bastard. The pig blood dug a hole and buried it."

"Wait, wait."

Zhang Feng quickly grabbed the old village chief,

" Don’t worry about this stuff, Dang! Find butcher Zheng and the others, and this pig’s blood is also a delicacy. If you don’t believe it, you can find someone to get me a pot of pig’s blood and put it for me, and wait for me. Make a pot of good food for you to eat?"

The old village chief was a little confused.

"Can this smelly pig blood be eaten?"

Zhang Feng sighed.

"Who said this pig blood can't be eaten?"

"Not only this pig blood, think about it in the middle of the pig intestine I sent you before, is there a Something dark?"

"That's pig blood!"

The old village chief thought about it carefully, and thought of it instantly, because he lost his teeth, Zhang Feng I have been taking good care of him. The soft and waxy pig's hoofs, the pig intestine, will also secretly stuff him some boiled wine at night, and every time there will be a big black thing, he does not Know what it is.

Anyway, it’s okay to chew, and to eat, I think this stuff is also very delicious.

Now that Zhang Feng said so, the old village chief was stunned, and then Fiercely stomped his feet, turned around on crutches, and shouted: "Then what you said...damn Zheng blind, Killing heavenly blade, how much pig blood did you waste?"