In the following few days.
The people on the mountain seemed to be very busy.
There was still no trace of Li Chengqian. Even Li Yuan had lost his initial enthusiasm. Looking at the mud and rocks all over the place, and the white ash powder that floated from the lime kiln from time to time, Li Yuan choked and hurriedly fled. However, when he left, he did not return Zhang Feng's poetry collection to him.
Zhang Feng was so angry that he kept shouting.
Sun Simiao did not leave. Instead, he took in three clever and talented children from Tonghui Square as his last disciples. He also acknowledged that he would be the chief medical instructor of White Deer College.
But the price?
Every month, other than his normal salary, he had to give him ten jars of wine!
Zhang Feng could not help but laugh so hard that his mouth was about to split to the back of his ears.
These few days, Zhang Feng was very idle. Other than the teaching tools that had not been made, the school uniforms that had not been made, and the teaching materials that had not been customized, he had nothing else to do.
Zhang Feng took the opportunity to give pointers to Hao Chujun, Lai Ji, and the others.
Just when Zhang Feng thought that things were going to be carried out in an orderly manner, the exhausted Li Chengqian was slowly carried up the mountain on a sliding pole.
Zhang Feng could not help but be surprised.
Looking at Li Chengqian lying on the tiger-skin recliner, Zhang Feng clicked his tongue in wonder.
"How many babies did you give birth to in one go? It seems like you're completely useless? "
Li Chengqian rolled his eyes in annoyance. He glared at Zhang Feng and said, "Do you think everyone is like you? I have nothing to do all day. I've been so busy these few days that I'm about to die! "
Zhang Feng could not help but ask curiously, "What have you been busy with?"
"Pigs. Last time, in order to deal with the locust plague outside Chang 'an City, we collected a large number of pigs. In addition to the pigs we got from Tubo, at least a few hundred pigs starved to death every day. I've been busy with this stupid thing for a while. Don't you think I'm tired? Until now, I've been smelling like pigs."
Li Chengqian was about to cry.
Ever since she returned to the palace a few days ago, she had heard that her Imperial Father was worried about the matter of the pigs and wanted to ask Zhang Feng about it. Yet, he had been so hot-headed that he had accepted the task. Now, the matter had not been handled properly and she still had to look for Zhang Feng.
How could this not make Li Chengqian depressed?
Ever since he heard Zhang Feng's magnificent feat of composing a hundred poems in one night, Li Chengqian was discouraged. Even if he was beaten to death, he would never touch this plaything again. Once he saw this plaything, his mind would be filled with Zhang Feng's crazy appearance that night.
He couldn't even wave it away.
Originally, he thought that with Zhang Feng's inspiration, he would also find dozens of eunuchs from the palace to follow Zhang Feng's example and fan the pig. However, this knife directly accelerated the pig's death.
From a few hundred pigs a day, it suddenly increased to a few thousand pigs!
One had to know that there were at least 300,000 pigs outside the city!
If they died in this way, if Tubo found out, he would take the opportunity to demand and extort them. That would be a real pain in the ass.
Without any other choice, Li Chengqian could only hurriedly report this matter to Li Shimin. When Li Shimin heard this, he fiercely reprimanded Li Chengqian.
Li Chengqian wanted to cry but had no tears!
He originally wanted to show off, but in the end, he cut his balls and smashed his feet.
Zhang Feng's expression was somewhat strange as he looked at Li Chengqian and asked, "How many pigs did you get?"
"Not many, just over 300,000."
"Pu — —!"
When Zhang Feng, who was drinking tea, heard this, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of tea onto Li Chengqian's face. His voice suddenly trembled as he asked, "How many?"
"Over 300,000?"
"You … Lao Tzu, are you out of your mind?! Why did you buy so many pigs? "
Zhang Feng was dumbfounded.
Li Chengqian was even more dumbfounded. He asked back, "Didn't you say that you wanted to buy more pigs? You also said that after the locust plague was over, these things could be sold at a high price. This … Why, did you forget? "
Zhang Feng really forgot about this matter.
And, oh my god!
Lao Tzu didn't ask you to buy so many!
You bought so many pigs, are you thinking of opening a pig farm?
But it was too late to say anything now. Zhang Feng asked again, "When did I say that? You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want! "
Li Chengqian was anxious.
"No, I heard from my father … father that the last time was also in May, which was before the fine salt incident. Oh right, it was the night you gave my father the deep-fried locust eggs. Have you forgotten about it?"
Zhang Feng heard this.
He was stunned.
He was completely dumbfounded.
He had really forgotten about this matter.
He only remembered that this matter was mentioned at that time, and it was during the drought in Longyou Road. But he didn't ask you to buy so many pigs!
Oh my god!
300,000 …
Zhang Feng was going crazy.
"Are you sure you only bought so many pigs?"
"No, if we bought them, it was only 100,000. And they were scattered in Longyou Road, Guannei Road, and other places. But most of these were because when we were trading with Tubo, didn't you say that you wanted to take their pigs, chickens, ducks, and livestock? And the Emperor seemed to have the same idea. In the end, I don't know why Tubo went crazy and directly gave these things to us … "
Zhang Feng wanted to faint.
Just faint.
Three hundred thousand pigs!
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