Super Dragon Evolution: 149 Really raise pigs [one more]

A man in a windbreaker, named Japanese Fang Jingting.

The son of an entrepreneur in Chang'an province.

At the age of 20, he took over a farm under his father.

In the name of his father, there are countless harms to women.

At this time, while driving, he cursed angrily: "Pretend to be a **** noble, sooner or later let you become Lao Tzu's possession..."

With Wen Zilong's ear power now, it is natural to hear these words clearly.

He felt cold and already sentenced Fang Jingting to death.

But he can't let him die like this, it's too cheap for him.

He wants to make him regret coming to this world.

More than an hour later, Wen Zilong followed Fang Jingting's Land Rover to Fang's Animal Husbandry in the western suburbs of Chang'an.

Although it is not as remote as Wen Yuqi's Longqi Farm, it is in the suburbs after all, and few people come here on weekdays.

Looking down from above, I saw an area of ​​more than 3,000 square meters below.

Wen Zilong scanned it with Heat Induction 2.0 and saw that there were a lot of pigs here.

Roughly estimated, there are probably three thousand.

In the southeast corner, there is a huge cold storage.

The whole fan of pork is stored inside.

Wen Zilong was secretly happy.

The day of raising pigs is coming again.

He first stopped on a tall poplar tree next to the farm and closed his eyes.

Snip for a while before going to work.

After all, I’m afraid I’ll be busy all night tonight.

Time slowly passed, and it was twelve o'clock in the night.

It's almost winter, the weather is a bit cold, and people go to bed earlier.

The workers on the farm have also fallen asleep early.

Boom——

In the quiet night, a louder sound suddenly sounded.

Wen Zilong only felt a sharp pain in his body and opened his eyes.

Looking at the surroundings, I vomited a little speechlessly: As a bird, it can fall from the bushes while sleeping. I am afraid I am the first bird in all ages.

Patting the dust on his abdomen and chest with his wings, he flapped his wings and flew over the farm.

Find a corner that the camera can't take, and land slowly.

I shouted in my mind: "Change the bloodthirsty flying crocodile form."

As soon as the voice fell, his body began to undergo drastic changes.

The feathers all started to disappear quickly;

The thick scales appeared;

A pair of feather wings became fleshy wings;

The sharp and sturdy beak has become a wide mouth full of sharp teeth;

The tail feathers become a thick and long tail;

Wen Zilong turned his head and looked at his crocodile suit. He felt so handsome that he had no girlfriend.

Continue to shout to the system in my mind: "Start up and find me and let you hehehehe."

As soon as the voice fell, the color of his body changed rapidly, forming the same color as the red bricks on the ground.

For the name of this skill, Wen Zilong felt speechless every time he called it.

Patting the wings lightly, at a speed of ten meters per second, quickly climbed along the corner of the wall to the pig shed.

There are three huge pig sheds.

In each pig shed, there are about a thousand pigs.

At this time, it was almost winter, and thick cotton curtains were hung on the windows on both sides of the pig shed to keep warm.

The door is not locked, and there is a thick cotton curtain on it.

Wen Zilong crawled into the pigsty from under the curtain, and suddenly a strong smell of pigsty came out.

Wen Zilong had been in the mountains for a long time, and was used to breathing in the fresh air. At this time, the smell of the pigsty was washed away, and he almost didn't choke to cough.

Shaking his head, he secretly comforted himself in his heart: Don't enter the pigpen, Ande raises pigs.

Stepped inside and crawled in.

The entire huge pig shed has a two-meter-wide aisle in the middle and two rows of pig pens on both sides.

There are about twenty pigs of different sizes in each pigpen.

Wen Zilong walked in the central aisle, like a head of state reviewing the army.

Stepping in four directions, waving his right wing, said: "Hello, comrades!"

"Hey hum——"

The only answer to him was the grunting of the pigs.

Wen Zilong didn't care, and said, "You comrades have worked hard!"

"Hey hum——"

There is still only the hum of the pigs.

Wen Zilong smiled and said in his heart:

"In the next few days, this chief will spend an unforgettable, pleasant and **** time with you. But this chief is a newcomer, so please take care of me."

"Hey hum——"

The answer to him was still the hum of the pigs.

Of course, it was late at night, and many pigs had already fallen asleep. Not many pigs responded to him.

Wen Zilong walked forward from the aisle while pacing around.

After a while, I came to a pigsty.

In this pigpen, all the pigs are already asleep.

Wen Zilong quietly walked along the wall and crawled into the pigpen.

The huge crocodile mouth, on the back of a fattest sow, gently bite it, injecting venom into it.

Since his saliva contains analgesic factors, the sow did not feel any pain.

Wen Zilong stepped back and hid in the corner, waiting quietly.

In just three minutes, the pig died in his sleep.

Only Wen Zilong crawled over and lay on the pig's body, biting the wound a bit bigger, and then licking the blood from the wound with his tongue.

It's like when eating soup dumplings, drink the soup first and then eat the meat.

When the blood is almost licked, go eat meat again.

Eat slowly.

Eating is an art.

Wen Zilong's food is even more art in art.

After honed in the zoo, his meat-eating skills have become more proficient.

He can only make a hole in the belly of a pig, and then eat all the meat inside without damaging any other parts of the skin or bleeding a drop of blood.

Then licked inside, licking every drop of blood.

Finally, I finished the skins.

This is more than just a CD operation, it's completely eating even the plates.

After eating this pig, he crawled out of this pigpen and into another pigpen.

After all, you can't put a sheep on the body and stalk the wool.

Besides, it must be covered with rain and dew.

In one night, he ate three pigs and easily enough for 500 kilograms of meat.

When it was about to dawn, he crawled out of the pig farm quietly.

As the head of the field, Fang Jingting basically has no management skills other than eating, drinking and having fun.

The management of the entire farm is quite chaotic.

There are more than two hundred pig pens. Although the number of pigs in each pig pen is around 15, the number is not fixed.

Some eleven or two, and some seventeen or eight.

So which pigsty is missing one, two or two or three pigs is hard to detect.

Moreover, it is said that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked.

The field directors are all fooling around like this, and the employees below are naturally fooling around.

They just need to feed and clean up their feces every day.

Count the quantity?

That doesn't exist.

This gave Wen Zilong the opportunity to steal pigs every night.

People steal people, I steal pigs.

Thinking about it, it seems a bit stubborn.