This time, Zhang Feng finally found his motivation.
He did not expect the paper to be as expensive as the poem said. No wonder Ma Zhou was willing to raise horses for a book.
So, it was all because of this?
He pestered Yu Shinan, and with Sun Simiao as his witness, he wrote down the contract.
Zhang Feng immediately woke up and took a bath naked under the waterfall. This caused a group of women at the construction site to scold him for a long time. Only then did Zhang Feng run down the mountain.
Before he reached the halfway point, he met Gao Kan who was driving the mule back to the mountain.
When Gao Kan saw Zhang Feng going down the mountain alone, he forcefully lifted Zhang Feng onto the mule's back and pulled the mule away.
Zhang Feng could only endure the pain in his crotch and let Gao Kan pull the mule towards the paper mill. When they were halfway up the mountain, Zhang Feng could smell the smell of blood and the sounds of shouting.
Looking through the gaps in the leaves, he could see that in the valley on the left side of the mountain, there was a cloud of smoke and dust. Inside, Tufu Zheng's voice was the loudest.
"Gao Kan, how's the piggery?"
"Today, I heard that Butcher Zheng brought over a hundred butchers over there. I don't know the details, but I heard about it when I was having lunch at the paper mill. Also, Young Master Li Gan was in charge of more than a hundred cauldrons at Tong Hui Fang."
When Zhang Feng heard this, he could not help but be interested. He urged Gao Kan to take a look at the piggery, but Gao Kan did not want to. He pulled on the mule's reins and almost threw Zhang Feng off the mule's back down the mountain.
"Headmaster, you are a scholar, so you can see blood. Besides, going to such a filthy place will only dirty your eyes."
When Zhang Feng heard this, he could not help but be speechless.
"Who told you all this bullshit?"
Zhang Feng stared and said, "Tell me, who told you this?"
"The village chief of Tong Hui Fang said it!"
"Just this afternoon, when he came to bring us lunch, he said it."
Gao Kan directly betrayed the village chief.
When Zhang Feng heard this, he instantly felt that the village chief must have drunk too much. If he was not there, he would have wasted a lot of things. One must know that the pig's body was full of treasures!
Pig's blood, pig's liver, not to mention pig's kidneys.
Those were all delicacies!
Just a moment ago, when Zhang Feng smelled the overwhelming stench of blood, he knew that this thing had been completely ruined.
Under Zhang Feng's insistence, Gao Kan could only carry Zhang Feng to the entrance of the piggery.
At this moment, inside the door formed by more than a dozen thick trees, one could see vague figures busying themselves through the fog. Pots and stoves built by a few stones were lined up on both sides of the shack. In the middle of the shack, there was even a wooden rack with a head of pork that had been cleaned and prepared to be cooked.
The village chief leaned on his walking stick and squinted his eyes, watching the crowd. His eyes were already narrowed into slits, but when he saw Zhang Feng come in, he hurriedly pulled Zhang Feng out of the door.
"Fengzi, how can you come to this place?"
"It will dirty your body!"
When Zhang Feng heard this, he smiled bitterly.
Meanwhile, the old village chief glared at Gao Kan and said, "You fool, this old man already told you, you're not allowed to tell Fengzi. Did you turn a deaf ear to it? From now on, don't even think about getting a piece of pork to eat from here! "
Seeing the old village head venting his anger on Gao Kan, Zhang Feng pointed at the stream that was dyed red with blood and said: "Old village head, you've wronged him. Look at this water. If this continues, in less than three days, this Xiao Mountain will be filled with the smell of blood within a hundred li radius. How can anyone live on this mountain?"
"Look at that side."
As Zhang Feng spoke, he pointed at the downstream of the paper mill and said, "You can see that place. You also know how important that place is to me. Look, if you do this, won't my place be ruined?"
The village chief originally wanted to argue, but when he heard this, his face changed greatly.
He knew that place, and even in this piggery, there were only three people who knew about it. What was this?
This was Fengzi trusting him!
But at this time, when Zhang Feng said this, the village chief became anxious.
"Then what should we do? This … this is something that cost three thousand Guan Wen to do. I was foolish, I was foolish. I will go and ask Zheng Tufu and those bastards to dig a hole and bury the pig blood. "
"Wait, wait."
Zhang Feng hurriedly pulled the village chief back.
"You don't have to worry about this. I will go and find Zheng Tufu and the others. Also, this pig blood is also a delicious dish. If you don't believe me, you can find someone to get me a pot of pig blood. Wait, I will make a pot of good food for you to eat."
The village chief was a little confused.
"This stinky pig blood can be eaten?"
Zhang Feng sighed.
"Who said this pig blood can't be eaten?"
"Not only this pig blood, think about the pig intestines I sent you before, wasn't there something black in it?"
"That is pig blood!"
The village chief thought carefully and instantly realized. Because he had lost his teeth, Zhang Feng had been taking good care of him. When he came out with the soft pig trotters, the pig intestines, he would secretly give him some cooked ones to go with his wine at night. Every time, there would be a large piece of something black in it. He did not know what it was.
Anyway, it was okay to chew. As he ate and ate, he felt that this thing was quite delicious.
Now that Zhang Feng said this, the village chief came to a realization. Then, he fiercely stomped his foot, leaned on his walking stick, and shouted as he turned around, "Then according to what you said … damn Blind Zheng, how much pig blood did you waste?"
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