Chapter 1220

Yang Song's share of casserole Lun stew was finally cheaper than Wu Chuang.

Wu Chuang eats like a bird. Hey, you can't be happy.

"Daxian, don't say I've eaten for so many years. You're the best!"

"I've eaten that." Yang Song warned.

"It's so delicious!" Wu Chuang was not disturbed at all.

"My mouth drips when I eat."

"Wow, how can this fish be so delicious?"

"I haven't brushed my teeth since I woke up!"

"I never thought that eggplant was so delicious. Let me think about how to describe it?"

No matter how Yang Song responded to Wu Chuang, he was not affected, but ate more happily.

"I didn't brush my teeth yesterday!"

"Don't put green pepper next time, Daxian. In fact, I don't like it very much."

"I didn't wash my hands when I cooked."

Wu Chuang finally responded: "Alas, the language is too scarce to think of adjectives!"

"I..." Yang Song felt frustrated for the first time.

"It's delicious to step on a horse!" Wu Chuang ate the eggplant with tomato and beef: "don't talk nonsense, Daxian. You teach me to wash your hands repeatedly after drinking tea and eating fruit. I don't believe you don't wash your hands when cooking. Don't you say you're a professional cook?"

"But I did."

"What happens after eating?" Wu Chuang didn't care: "I eat with my brothers. I like to take vegetables from other people's bowls."

"Daxian, I'm a gangster on the street, not a noble and exquisite person!"

"Your stew is delicious from beginning to end!"

Wu Chuang killed Yang Song's bowl and couldn't turn over.

This product is very suitable for eating and broadcasting.

It's supposed to fire.

"Why can't you just get a job?" Yang song now thinks Wu Chuang is much more pleasing to the eye.

The boy has the temperament of street gangsters, but not much.

It's a little serious.

"I want to, but I didn't finish high school. I came out to mix. I can't do anything else. I just have to mix. I didn't choose hooligans, but hooligans chose me."

I've read a book.

Yang Song is organizing language.

"Ah!" After Wu Chuang finished his last bite, he patted the casserole on the table: "I thought of it, Daxian. You stew really should only be in the sky. How many times can you eat in the world!"

"Listen, are thieves literate?"

Yang Song: "

"Why don't you go to an adult school?"

"No, I can't eat the dinner of reading. When I see books, I feel dizzy and fall asleep."

Wu Chuang suddenly responded:

"Daxian, are you going to let me out?"

"Yes."

"Then let's go! Don't worry. I'll call the police and never retaliate!" Wu Chuang immediately made an oath.

"Didn't you refuse?" Yang Song said leisurely.

"I..." Wu Chuang suddenly looked firm: "I suddenly want to study. Is adult school? I'll study."

"It's late." Yang Song took people to the backyard.

Hum hum

There are a herd of pigs in those small houses.

Fat, big, white and round pigs, some are bathing in the sun, some are chasing, some are eating fruit, and even some pigs are still enjoying massage.

The most unified thing is that these pig houses are divided into East and west areas. Pigs in the East listen to classical Pipa music and pigs in the West listen to piano music.

Yang Song gave Wu Chuang a remote control.

"This can regulate the sunlight, intensity and brightness of piggery, and also adjust the moonlight, and the breeze and drizzle. In short, the sky has the final say.

Of course, there are also these musical instruments. There are 200 pieces of music recorded in them. There are both eastern and western music. These pigs in the East like to listen to Oriental music and those in the West like to listen to western music. You remember to cut songs according to their emotions. The style and characteristics of the music are also explained. For example, when the moon comes out, remember to play lullaby for them.

We must remember not to let pigs hear the same music repeatedly in five hours. They are very picky. If they hear the same music, they may become grumpy. "

Wu Chuang's envious eyes were red.

"Pigs live much better than me!"

Yang Song comforted him: "this is very appropriate. I will raise the pig well. I can sell money, cook and sell money, or kill myself to eat. So far, I haven't found any benefit in raising you."

Wu Chuang wanted to refute. After thinking for a long time, he found that he was really inferior to these pigs.

"Thirty years east and thirty years West, I'm not as good as a pig now, doesn't mean I'm not as good as a pig in the future."

Yang Song told him, "the pig can't live that long. You won."

Wu Chuang's face was so black and red that he couldn't say a word.

In general farms, pigs can be sold in eight months, but generally they still need to be raised for ten months, which is more cost-effective.

"These pigs have to be raised for ten months and twenty-three days. Do you know what that means?"

"I don't know."

Yang songshen said emphatically, "it means that you must take good care of them before they are sent to the table. If you make one of them feel bad, or lose weight and fail to gain weight according to the scheduled schedule, I'll give you another place to hang this time."

"For example?"

"I like reading martial arts novels very much. There are cliffs in them. I also have them here. They are called broken bones cliff. Looking down from the cliff, I can't see the bottom. How about I throw you down and play bungee jumping? It must be exciting to play 180 times a day. Do you want to play?"

Wu Chuang shook his head wildly and almost turned himself into an electric fan: "no, no, really no, just feeding pigs? I'm sure I can feed them well!"

"That's your dormitory."

Yang Song waved again and a forest wooden house appeared, with a large area.

"There are all kinds of facilities inside. You can definitely experience modern civilized life."

Wu chuanggang hurriedly ran in to check.

The living room with large French windows, the bedroom with soft beds, the bathroom has 24-hour hot water, and the restaurant and kitchen are available.

"You may not be able to cook. I will ask the little girl to prepare meals for you. At the four-star level, you can eat five meals a day and choose whether to eat or not. I don't insist on this.

But I have to remind you that there are some materials in the study to teach you how to raise pigs. You'd better apply what you learn. "

Wu Chuang has rolled on the carpet: "don't worry, I must cherish it. It's good not to go back to the tree!"

"Then have a good rest. I'll officially start feeding pigs tomorrow. I'll go first and come back to see you in a few days."

Yang Song said, and the man disappeared.

Wu Chuang shouted excitedly.

He can finally be a man!

Five minutes later, the little girl came in: "Xiao Wu, please do physical training for half an hour, and then rest early to accumulate strength for raising pigs tomorrow."

"You go out, I don't want to be disturbed."

"Accept the master's order. I need to supervise your pig raising."

"Go away."

"Please execute the order immediately."

Wu Chuang directly ran into the bedroom and locked the door: "I'm doing exercise here. You go out now."