Inner city, a residence near the Imperial College.

It was cold and a young man in a variegated fur coat was sitting cross-legged in the house to cook the fire.

"Bang bang"

There was a knock at the door.

Immediately, a thin man pushed the door and came in and knelt on the floor, "Master, Du Lifeng is back, the smell of rouge on his body, we have confirmed that he was spending the night in Zhuque Tower again."

The man didn't look back: "Oh, he's alone?"

The man shook his head and said, "No, this time, the prince of Dakang, Liu Mingqi, is here."

The man suddenly turned around, "How many times has this been?"

The man had an answer in his heart, "It's the sixth time I've reported back to the master."

The man stood up and said anxiously: "Liu Mingqi invited him to the Flower House six times, and gave him so many benefits. Tell me, why do you tell me??"

"The master calms down, but his subordinates haven't found out yet. His guards are all stubborn and can't ask anything at all." The man said distressedly: "The benefits we give are not as good as those given to them by Du Lifeng, and they don't have the courage to betray them."

"I don't believe it! Is there any cat that doesn't steal fish?" The man walked around the room, "Think about it, what else can I do?"

"Unless...unless you can give them a noble status as our Sulu, and give them a manor and slave..."

"Damn it!"

The man threw his shoes over, "Give them these? Are they worthy? Do I have this right?"

The last sentence is the point.

He was just one of the princes of Sulu, how could he be appointed as a nobleman and rewarded manors and slaves?

The man had nothing to say and could only lie on the ground and let his master get angry.

"I'm so angry! I'm so angry!"

The prince of Sulu Kingdom shouted: "Why? Why? Why can Du Lifeng be favored by Liu Mingqi? Is it because he farted well??"

The poor anxious prince was jealous of the little transparent who used to be like an ant, but now he has become a master.

But he never thought that his words of venting happened to be secret.

...

Nangong Prime Minister’s Mansion.

Nangong Qiucheng arrived at his grandfather's study panting and hurriedly drank a sip of tea before he calmed down his breath.

"Grandpa, you don't know how crowded Brother Qi'er's mansion is today. I saw a lot of acquaintances." Nangong Qiu Chengdao, "It's really like robbing. Everyone tried their best to get more fat pigs, but they couldn't get what they wanted."

"Oh, then how many do we get?" Nangong Ji, who was reading a book, said slowly.

"One end."

"Um?"

Nangong Ji put down the book in surprise, "How could it be the end?"

"Didn't I say that no one can get what he wants." Nangong Qiucheng said funny: "Everyone has only one head, and there are no ones who go late. For example, the youngest son of Governor Xiao's family ran away! He heard that he would have to wait another four months before a new group would be available,"

"What a pity!"

Nangong Ji remembered the refried pork that the emperor had treated to yesterday, and couldn't help swallowing, "One end is the other end, get it first. By the way, you have to go and order the second batch as soon as possible, and insist on two more ends, so as not to be gone again."

Fortunately, I took advantage of the name of taking the turn today and went to have a meal, otherwise how could I taste so much delicious?

Unfortunately, His Majesty's face was so gloomy that he had to squeeze out water. Otherwise, wouldn't he be able to have an extra meal tonight?

"Grandpa, it's not so urgent." Nangong Qiucheng took out a small notebook from his arms and handed it forward, "Come on, look."

Nangong Ji took it and took a look. It said the words "pig raising secrets" on it.

He opened it with a funny look and looked over it page by page.

The "pig raising secrets" are not long, only a dozen pages, and they are printed. Nangong Ji finished reading it in a stick of incense.

"Grandpa, this is what their steward Tian Rong sent to everyone today, saying that this is the whole process from breeding to slaughtering. I read it on the way back. Liu Mingqi wrote it in detail. If no one told me about the mystery, it would probably take a long time to figure it out." Nangong Qiucheng said in admiration.

Nangong Ji was watching it again for the second time and nodded slightly when he heard this: "That's true. Cutting a boar can greatly eliminate the smell of pigs. Then, feeding concentrated feed can make the pigs fat, and regular exercise can also promote the pork tighter. And..."

He turned to the end and glanced at it for a few more times before saying, "It turns out that there are still these requirements after the slaughter, "Cold and warm and acid relief"? Where did Prince Yu come from so many new tricks?"

"Who knows that since he fell into the river, he has become so magical." Nangong Qiu Chengdao.

Then he saw something wrong with his grandfather's eyes.

"Qiu Cheng..."

"Grandpa, don't say it anymore. I'm weak and can't stand it! If I'm drowned, wouldn't you give me a white-haired man a black-haired man?" Nangong Qiucheng flatly rejected Nangong Ji's delusion.

Nangong Ji had no choice but to not say it.

Because we were worried that our grandfather had strange thoughts, Nangong Qiucheng said: "I believe in Liu Mingqi's character. The pig farming secrets he wrote should be true, so we just need to raise pigs ourselves, can we get as much as we can?"

"You're going?" Nangong Ji said.

"How could I go? I mean to find a group of servants and ask them to rent a piece of land to start raising them!" Nangong Qiu Chengdao.

Nangong Ji asked: "Why do some people raise livestock that grows well, while others raise them badly?"

"It's a craft problem." After Nangong Qiucheng answered, he suddenly realized: "Grandpa, do you mean that we need to learn Liu Mingqi's breeding method to better raise good pigs?"

"clever!"

Nangong Ji said, "You go and tell their housekeeper that our Nangong Mansion will send a few people to study for a few months and make them work hard, so that they can do it without wages."

"All right!"

After Nangong Qiucheng agreed, he couldn't help but say, "Grandpa, I'm really looking forward to the pig coming home and trying it out!"

"You won't be disappointed."

Nangong Ji smiled lightly with a light smile.

What difficulties can I have in conquering you, a young boy?

...

Gyeonggi Governor Xiong Wenqing usually works at his Makino City Governor's official residence, but these days, because the victims have reported to the emperor for important matters, they have been staying in the capital for four days.

Tomorrow he has to set off for Makino Castle, otherwise the Governor of Gyeonggi will leave his station for a long time, which will be detrimental to the overall situation.

As the Governor of Gyeonggi, Xiong Wenqing has a very heavy responsibility.

The Gyeonggi area is Shanxi to the west, Hebei to the north, Shandong to the north, Anhui to the east, and Hubei to the south.

As we all know, any place that borders other places has always been difficult to manage and is prone to disputes with various cross-authority rights.

The Gyeonggi region is not only connected with the five provinces above, but more importantly, it is also surrounded by the Imperial Palace!

Such a strange jurisdiction has caused the Governor of Gyeonggi that is absolutely uncontrollable if he is not a strong man.

Anyone who can be the Governor of the Gyeonggi would at least be promoted to deputy prime minister, which is the same as the Governor of the Gyeongnam.

But compared to the radicalism of Jiangnan Governor Liu Renhuai, Xiong Wenqing seemed to be stable and managed his own business in an orderly manner without offending many people.

Tonight, after dinner, he called his son Xiong Dabao over.

Xiong Dabao is the captain of Qianniuwei. He works in the palace and usually takes four days to take turns, but he only has four days off a month. Except for the Spring Festival, the two father and son rarely have time to get together.

"Crown Prince Yu's secrets to raising pigs, what do you think of him now?" Xiong Wenqing asked his son.

"Since Mingqi was almost drowned, her whole body has changed and people can't understand it at all." Xiong Dabao said with a wry smile: "It turns out that he is more like a martial artist than me, rude and rude. Such a person is still popular in our military generals, but he is definitely not a good imperial prince.

As a result, Dad, he made soap, floral essential oil, toilet paper, disinfected alcohol, white sugar, big rabbit milk candy... and so on, and invented polo football and rugby. Which one is not amazing?

Because he has so many wonderful ideas, he is doing something incredible now, but it is difficult for the child to grasp his mind and don’t know what he is thinking!”

Xiong Wenqing frowned: "Do you think his change is just a little bit?"

"Hehe." Xiong Dabao scratched his head embarrassedly, "I was worried about what you said about Xiqiu Village, so I didn't mention... Mingqi was so decisive and decisive to kill those evil people with serious sins. It was so satisfying! The child admired him very much!"

"What else?"

"Uh...what else?"

"Idiot! Have you used your brain to practice martial arts and drink and have fun?" Xiong Wenqing scolded and said, "Why don't you talk about his literary talent? Don't you talk about the exquisite advice he gave to the emperor?"

"I know Wencai, and I wrote a few poems and then contributed a set of digital methods." Xiong Dabao said in surprise, "What's the suggestion?"

Xiong Wenqing pointed at him, "When locust plagues were everywhere and swarmed from Shandong, the emperor urgently summoned Miao Yan to discuss the matter. It happened that Prince Yu was also present at the time... You told me this!"

"Yes, I saw it when the child was on duty." Xiong Dabao said, "What's the problem?"

Xiong Wenqing glared at him, "Think about it with your pig's brain! After they discussed it, His Majesty announced that he would use bran porridge to save people! Although bran porridge is a little bit unpalatable, the three-to-one exchange ratio and the benefits of filling your stomach. I wonder how many more people have been saved, don't you know this?"

"I know! Could it be..." Xiong Dabao said in horror: "Is it Ming Qi's idea? How is this possible?"

"Miao Taisheng is from a Legalist family and is stubborn; the emperor does not know the sufferings of the world, so how could he come up with such a way?" Xiong Wenqing said: "Isn't it obvious that the two impossible things that are eliminated. Who thinks the remaining ones?

"Mingqi has become so sinister?" Xiong Dabao was amazed.

Xiong Wenqing, who has always been steady, couldn't help but slapped him in the arm: "Boy! From the Two Lakes Basin to the Gyeonggi area, millions of victims have all overcome the difficulties because of Prince Yu's method. Isn't it a good thing?"
To be continued...