Gao Huai twisted a handful of light yellow chicken feed between his fingers.
He sniffed it, but couldn't hold it back.
Look around, lick some and taste it on the tip of your tongue.
When you open the tip of your tongue, you can taste the taste of soybean meal and grains that you have never tasted before.
But Gao Huai was very sure that this was food.
His breath stagnated, and he subconsciously tugged on Gongsun Jing's sleeve: "Jinggong..."
Gongsun Jing also twisted some and tasted it. He frowned at first and then let go.
It is not a secret that Lulong’s army supplies meat.
I think these breeding grounds are the source of meat for the military.
A Hu herder wearing an apron introduced in a stumbling voice: "These are white-feathered chickens specially selected by the owner. They have a high survival rate and a fast growth rate..."
This steward was from Wuhuan, and because of his good performance, he got rid of his lowly status.
He was still a little stumbling when he spoke, and he was very nervous when facing these big shots.
Even though he has memorized these words over and over again for this visit, he still gets nervous and stutters when this happens.
His mouth felt extremely dry. He stretched his neck and swallowed hard. His mind went blank and he could no longer remember what the next sentence was.
He looked at the distinguished guests waiting for him to speak and felt that he had failed.
He didn't know whether he, a former slave of a foreign race, was worthy of standing in front of these distinguished guests and talking.
The tall, thin man stood there helplessly, like a child.
At this time, a hand pressed on his shoulder, and he continued: "This specially bred variety is suitable for high-density breeding."
The steward turned around and saw Zhao Xi smiling gently at him, his eyes full of encouragement.
He was so relieved that it was Mr. Zhao.
Zhao Xi's presence was like a shot in the arm, and his waist that had just collapsed straightened up again.
After licking his lips, the steward continued to introduce: "If this kind of chicken is fed with special feed, it only takes about forty days from the time the chicks grow to being put on the market."
With the steward's confidence restored, those things that were deeply engraved in his mind were now spoken out without any hindrance.
Even my Chinese, which was still a bit stilted, has become much more fluent.
Such changes were noticed by countless people, but they had no time to pay attention to them for the time being.
In everyone's mind, they only remember one sentence - to be released in forty days.
Just as he was thinking about it, he heard Zhao Xi say: "These chickens and feed will be the external cooperation projects of Guzhu Manor in the future."
"What cooperation project?" Gao Huai, the most business-minded among the group, asked.
Compared with people who are not very smart or who are not so eager for wealth
Gao Huai has some concepts in his mind.
It was this vague concept that made him particularly easy to take the bait.
Zhao Xi smiled and stroked the beard on his chin: "Join a chicken farm. After signing a contract with interested parties, Guzhu will produce chicks and feed, and send people to provide technical support. Each family will contribute money to build chicken coops and contribute to management.
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"Of course, after they are put out, whether they are live chickens or eggs, they can only be sold to the Lulong Chamber of Commerce."
Seeing the expressions of interest on the faces of the elders from all over the country, Zhao Xi was unwilling to continue the conversation.
He just informed them that whether it was raising white-feathered chickens or Landrace pigs, Gongsun Yan had only drafted the prototype of this cooperative model.
If you want to know more, you have to wait a little longer.
Then, Zhao Xi took them to visit the pig farm.
When he saw the fat pig that was the treasure of the town, even Gongsun Jing was intrigued by the bait dropped in front of him.
But Zhao Xidu just scratched the itch, talked briefly, and after whetting his appetite, he closed his mouth tightly.
Just when Zhao Xi was frantically praising these village elders to lay the foundation for Gongsun Yan's next plan.
The atmosphere in the Central Plains has already reached a tense level.
In August of the fourth year of Jian'an, Cao Cao marched into Liyang and sent Zang Ba to attack Qingzhou and occupy the Qi and Beihai areas.
Liu Yan sent four thousand troops to guard Baima, and Yu Jin sent eight thousand soldiers to guard Yanjin.
In September, Cao Cao guarded Guandu to guard against Yuan Shao.
South of Liyang Dongshan, the Yellow River surges, and originally there were large fields on both sides of the river bank.
Now the originally neat field ridges have been trampled flat.
Camps and forts rose from the ground, and there were soldiers and servants carrying food, grass and weapons everywhere.
A dark and skinny captain was walking on the ground, shouting loudly at the servants to speed up their movements.
"Hurry up, everyone! On weekdays, each one eats better than the other, and he loses the energy to work. If anyone dares to be lazy again, Nai Gong's whip will not be lenient!"
As he spoke, the whip in his hand had already been drawn out.
The whip dipped in tung oil was snapped and thrown into the face of a slave laborer.
This skinny servant with protruding ribs fell to the ground, and the cart of grain and grass he was carrying overturned.
The captain had just been scolded by his superior in the morning, and now he felt a little more relaxed when he heard the servants wailing.
He glanced at the overturned grain lane next to him: "Okay, you lazy guys, you are lazy, and you deliberately dropped Mr. Yuan's grain. Are you dissatisfied?"
He made some use of the topic, then raised the whip in his hand, the tip of the whip spitting messages in the air like a poisonous snake, and then with a snap, it was thrown on the servant who was covering his face and crying.
The slave was rolling on the ground and wailing for mercy.
But no one paid attention to him. Yuan Jun next to him was resting by himself. He just glanced at the commotion here and looked away without caring.
They were also forcibly recruited. The fellow laborers took a look at it from a distance. Although there was some resentment and resentment on their faces, no one dared to come forward and they all avoided the place.
The captain whipped him again.
The young servant's wailing voice gradually became weaker.
But the captain didn't stop. He waved his whip unscrupulously, and he didn't stop until his arms were sore.
He held on to his crooked helmet and took a deep breath.
Just as he was about to ask someone to carry the servant down, he saw a protective peach charm falling out of the servant's arms.
The captain paused for a moment, then spat fiercely at the servant: "And the amulet? You pigs and dogs."
A mouthful of yellow phlegm stuck to Nafu's head, and blood spread under his body.
The captain raised his head, pointed at the servant on the ground with the tip of his whip, and said to his left and right: "Throw him down the Yellow River! Otherwise, he will die in the camp."
His soldiers, one on the left and the other on the right, dragged the laborer to the Yellow River and threw him down like a cloth bag.
The peach charms picked up casually from the ground were also thrown away.
The fluttering peach charms were spinning around, being swept up in the rapids, and were no longer seen.
The captain looked at it with his hands on his hips, feeling relieved. Then he raised his head and shouted to the other servants: "Do you see, this is the result of slacking off at work!"
At this moment, a galloping horse came from a distance. He immediately jumped aside and ate a mouthful of ashes.
Looking at the messenger delivering the military report, he spat silently.
After a long time, an angry roar was heard from the Chinese army's tent: "Trash! Liu He, Zhang He and a bunch of trash!"
