Daqin: Zulong Overheard My Rebellion Plan

Seeing this, a smirk formed at the corner of Wang Ying's mouth.

Throw it up!

Just spit it out!

However, it is impossible for any Confucian scholar of the Lu Confucian school not to vomit!

Give me credit for the revenge that made me admired by Ying Zheng even more, and I have finally avenged it!

With a restrained smile, Tian Ying quickly stepped forward and patted Fusu on the back.

"My lord, are you alright?"

"Why did you vomit all of a sudden!"

"Did you catch a cold?"

Fusu shook his head tremblingly: "I'm fine."

The eunuch had already fetched the kettle.

After rinsing his mouth, Fu Su stared at Wang Ying in disbelief: "Wang Shilang, you, how can you stay in such a filthy place for so long?!"

"Don't you know, the Master said: if you enter the abalone's place, if you don't smell its smell for a long time, you will also melt with it!"

"The filth of this place is the enemy of a gentleman!"

The smile on Wang Ying's face slowly dissipated: "My lord, I am not a gentleman."

"Weichen is a person who likes to make money. Raising pigs can make money, so Weichen will be rich and don't mind raising pigs.

"My royal family has been greedy for money for generations. This is a temperament engraved in my bones, and I can't change it!"

"If the young master still wants to pay homage, then the humble minister will welcome you.

"If you don't want to be with people like me, please go back!"

There was a trace of complacency in Wang Ying's eyes.

This wave of "570" operations, I give myself full marks!

The next plot should be that Fusu leaves angrily, and then has nothing to do with me, right?

In the future, he would no longer have to be distracted by Fusu, let alone forced to give credit to Fusu.

Ah ha ha ha ha ~

I'm such a clever little ghost!

Fusu was caught in a dilemma.

deep here?

It's not the courtesy of a gentleman.

walk away?

It is not suitable for the ceremony of paying homage.

Seeing Fusu's tangled face, Ying Yinting couldn't help shouting: "Brother!"

"In order to pay homage to Wang Shilang, you visited the door three times!"

"Could it be that this strange smell is more difficult than letting you visit the door three times?"

Ying Yinman looked at Fusu very nervously, for fear that Fusu would really leave in a huff.

"Brother, are you going to treat Wang Shilang contemptuously because Wang Shilang is in a pig farm these days?"

"Have you forgotten why you stayed with Wang Shilang every day a few days ago?"

"Don't you want Wang Shilang to be despised by others for carrying out the strategy of harvesting the riches of the six kingdoms?"

"If you really leave, then you are no different from those people!"

Ying Yinman's soft but firm voice pushed the scales.

Fusu took a deep breath, trying to calm down, but he inhaled a bad smell.

"Cough cough cough~"

Coughing again with nausea for a while, Fusu suppressed the nausea, and said seriously: "Thank you, Yinman, for waking up!"

"It's really not right for a brother."

"The Master said: Gentlemen are in harmony but not in harmony, villains are in harmony but not in harmony."

"My son cannot agree with Wang Shilang's point of view."

"But that shouldn't be a reason for you and me not to be friends."

Covering his nose with his sleeve, Fusu said firmly: "Wang Shilang, please!"

Wang Ying was very disappointed, but he still bowed his hand and returned the gift: "My lord, please!"

Along the way, Fusu felt that the stench in the air was getting weaker and weaker.

After entering the pig farm, Fusu could hardly smell the stench in the air!

Fusu smiled wryly and shook his head: "Confucius is indeed a sage!"

"I just stayed here for less than a stick of incense, but now I don't feel that this place is dirty."

Wang Ying was speechless: "The minister sprinkled all the pig manure on the fields outside, trying to verify whether the filth can make the crops grow more gratifying."

"The young master just passed by the fields, so he naturally felt that it stinks.

"There is no pile of feces in the pig farm, so it doesn't smell bad."

"What does this have to do with Confucius?"

"This has nothing to do with me!"

Fu Su suddenly heard the words: "So that's how it is!"

"But what does this matter have to do with Lao Tzu?"

"Is there any Taoist thought in it?"

Wang Ying smiled and shook his head: "Nothing."

"Look, son, this place is a pigsty for pigs."

Seeing that Wang Ying didn't want to say more, Fu Su didn't ask any more questions, and followed Wang Ying's gesture to look to one side, and then he was stunned.

"Is that a pig?"

"Is this a pigsty?"

The pig in Fusu's impression should be a ferocious black pig with dark body, hard and sharp hair, and two bloodthirsty fangs on the snout.

But to the eye, there are forty white and fat big fat pigs staying in each cubicle obediently, with a charming naive look.

And the pigsty in front of him is not like the filthy place Fusu imagined.

On the contrary, this pigsty is much cleaner and brighter than the Royal Racecourse!

Wang Ying nodded affirmatively: "That's right, that's a big York pig."

"There are Taihu pigs and Landrace pigs in the pigpen next to them."

Ying Yinman looked at Fusu with some puzzlement: "Brother, pigs are very cute, why do you reject them so much?"

Fusu couldn't help smiling bitterly: "Brother, I don't know that Wang Shilang's pigsty is so clean!"

"You must know that almost all pigsty in the world are..."

Fusu closed his mouth, shook his head and said nothing, as if he would dirty his mouth if he said the following words.

Wang Ying said casually: "The piglets' skin has not grown well, and they need to rely on mud to maintain their body temperature, so they will be covered with mud, which makes people feel dirty.

"But the mud is only dirty, not smelly."

"Besides, Chengzhu is definitely one of the most clean animals, and the frequency of taking a bath by himself is higher than that of many people!"

"What does a pigsty have to do with a clean or disgusting pigsty?"

"It's just that people who raise pigs don't want to waste their time on taking care of them."

Fu Su frowned and said: "The pig may like to take a bath as Wang Shilang said, stretching the pig's food..."

Wang Ying pointed to the pig trough: "their food is piled up there, have you seen the things you imagined?"

Fusu looked subconsciously, but didn't see the filth as he imagined, but saw a lot of verdant grass!

Seeing this, Fusu was stunned: "Why are they all grass?"

Wang Ying asked back: "Why can't it be grass?"

"Young master, haven't you heard of the method of herding pigs?"

"They eat meat, eggs, beans, etc., and their favorite is beets, not golden sauce!"

Fusu was stunned upon hearing this.

The method of raising pigs in double-layer toilets only appeared in the Warring States period.

During the Spring and Autumn Period, Guishou also raised pigs.

But the method of raising pigs is the same as raising horses and cattle, grazing grass by grass, and letting pigs eat all kinds of grass by themselves.

Fu Su sighed with emotion: "Sure enough, even if a gentleman like Wang Shilang lives in a pigsty, he will never let the pigsty be dirty and smelly.

"My son is just following the trend, but Wang Shilang has transformed himself into a matter of Zhou with the virtue of a gentleman!"

"My lord, bow to me!"

Fu Su sincerely bowed his hands to Wang Ying, and said earnestly: "The one who trusts has the heart, but the heart is not enough!"

"Sage Kong never deceived me."

"If you don't go inside and see it yourself, my son's prejudice against Wang Shilang will become deeper and deeper!"

"My son apologizes for the actions just now!"

Wang Ying: ...

Just speak well, can you stop talking about Confucius?

You are forcing me to talk about my father!

Wang Ying forced a smile and said, "No problem..."

Fusu asked: "But I still can't understand why Wang Shilang must raise pigs?"

"Even if Wang Shilang wants to make money by herding livestock, wouldn't it be better to raise horses, cattle, and sheep?"

Wang Ying shook his head: "My lord, it sounds like a layman's words."

Fu Su cupped his hands and bowed: "Please ask Wang Shilang to clarify your doubts!"

Wang Ying pointed at the pigsty with a businessman's face and said, "The sheep give birth three times in two years, and each birth only has three or four cubs."

"Cows only give birth to two litters in three years, and each litter has only one cub."

"But my lord, this Landrace pig has one litter a year, and one litter can give birth to about eleven piglets.

"The Taihu pig next to it can give birth to thirteen litters a year!"

Wang Ying looked at Fusu with bright eyes: "In just one year, the number of pigs on the farm can be doubled!"

"In the second year, it was more than one hundred and ten times!"

"Don't talk about dirty and smelly things to me!"

"Money!"

"Make money!"

"That's all golden money!"

As Wang Ying spoke, he stepped forward, and Fusu, who was frightened wildly in his eyes, couldn't help taking a step back, and murmured in a trembling voice.

"Could it be that my son really misunderstood Wang Shilang?"

Wang Ying smiled: "That's right, the young master is indeed wrong!"

See my true face quickly, and don't cheat me again in the future!

On the other side, Yuan Zha Fu has long been attracted by those naive pigs to go to the doctor.

Seeing that the wooden door was not locked, Ying Yinman opened the wooden door and slipped into the pigsty, carefully poking the white pig's back with her fingers.

Feeling the touch from her fingertips, Ying Yinti patted it a little harder, and saw a wave of flesh on the white pig.

Ying Yinman giggled: "Brother, it's so fat!"

"Look at the flesh on its body, it's all sticking out!"

Fusu, who was caught in self-doubt, was attracted by Ying Yinman's words, subconsciously looked at the Taihu pig in front of Ying Yinman, and then exclaimed in astonishment.

"Why is this pig so fat 1.2!"

"I'm afraid this pig must weigh five hundred (Qin) catties?"

Wang Ying smiled triumphantly: "Who do you look down on?"

"That fat Taihu pig weighs more than 800 catties now!"

"After removing the skin and bones, at least five hundred and seventy catties of meat can be sold."

"Now a bucket (10.9 catties) of tiger meat costs 20 renminbi. Even if this pig is sold at half the price of tiger meat, there is still 520 renminbi to be earned!"

Wang Ying rubbed his hands together, raised his eyebrows like a rich man and asked with a smile, "My lord, this is the profit from raising pigs!"

"Young Master, do you intend to partner with Wei Chen to raise pigs?"

"I'm in charge of selling, you're in charge of raising, we can make a lot of money by working together!"

Fusu stared blankly at the fat Taihu pig.

After a while, a ray of light suddenly flashed in Fusu's eyes, and it became brighter and brighter.

"My lord understands!"

"My son understands why Wang Shilang is like this!"

Fusu looked at Wang Ying eagerly, and said with a little bit of complaint: "Wang Shilang is still fooling me with such words as being greedy for money.

"Could it be that Wang Shilang still doesn't regard this young master as a fellow man?"

Seeing Fusu's once again fanatical gaze, Wang Ying felt a thump in his heart.

Why did I suddenly have a bad premonition!

PS: The price of tiger meat comes from: "Liye Qin Bamboo Slips".