Chapter 160: Great Migration

"Fatty, why are the Japanese leaving? Are our wild vegetables still sold?" Dajiao's sister-in-law blocked the fat man at the entrance of the village. The latter sent away the guests and was walking home swaying.

"If you don't sell it, just put it in the stove pit to burn the fire. I guess it won't be able to make a meal." The fat man said happily.

"Stop making a fool of yourself, if that's the case, you can be so happy."

"Tell everyone not to worry about having a good meal." The fat man knew that Bigfoot Sister-in-law was a well-informed person, so he handed over the task of appeaseing the people's hearts to her.

"Also, the chickens from each household should be managed in a centralized manner so that they can be sociable. You can arrange some work and transport them to the chicken farm this afternoon. From now on, you will assist the old revolutionary in managing the chicken farm. He will go out these days and you will officially take office today."

The chicken farm suddenly expanded to 10,000, and few good people couldn't manage it. Fortunately, it was basically extensive management. Chicken drinks springs when they are thirsty and eats grasshoppers when they are hungry. Just sprinkle some food at night.

"I have wanted to talk about this for a long time. I can't afford to raise the chickens in each family. I just want Zhuzi's wife and Wang Sanpao's daughter-in-law Dahong to help. The three of us are probably the same." Dajiao's sister-in-law can do things and is suitable for management work. The fat man is also interested in training. Therefore, the important personnel appointments such as "deputy factory director" were confirmed in a chat.

The new chicken coop has been built under the planning of the old revolutionary and is still relatively simple, but the stupid chickens are already pila. As long as there is a place to shelter from the wind and rain, they will squeeze on the pole and keep warm automatically in winter.

The fat man slowly walked to the yard and saw that many families had already started to graft wheat. Because Kushantun was blocked, agricultural machinery and equipment were basically in the manual stage, so there was no threshing machine, but this did not affect everyone's motivation at all.

The people and horses in the yard were cheering, and the horses were pulling stone rollers and running around. The ground was covered with wheat, forming a large circle. Two bundles of wheat were placed head-to-head, and the stone rollers rumbled past the above, and the wheat grains fell down.

The horse-driver stands in the circle, holding a whip in one hand and holding the reins in the other. He basically doesn't have to run with him, just turn around in the circle. Fortunately, the circle is relatively large, otherwise he will have to be dizzy.

"Fatty, pull some wheat straw back in a while and put the pigpen on it." The owner of the car's big braid exploded in the air, and then greeted the fat man.

"No need, I'm going to move all the wild boars to the chicken farm and build a special wild boar farm. The yard is too small to be enough for wild boars to slap." The fat man's house has more than ten wild boars, and these guys are erecting everywhere all day long. If Qiqi hadn't been in charge, I guess the fat man's house would have been asked to collapse.

"Why, let's hand it over to the husband?" When the boss of the car heard the fat man's meaning, he guessed his intention.

"Haha, the boss who knows me is also the boss - what, you pretended to be like that day, especially the move of twisting your nose, which was so handsome that County Magistrate Zhao didn't eat." The fat man twisted his nose exaggeratedly, then raised the sole of his shoes high.

"Are you praising me or hurting me?" The owner of the car shouted at the horse and told it to rest first, then take the wooden fork and turn over the wheat straw.

When he finished turning, he was about to drive the horse, but he saw that the stone stick had already started to roll. It turned out that the fat man was pulling it in front. He leaned forward and took big steps away, and his speed was no slower than before.

"Haha, okay, most people can't do this job, they have to be competent for it." The owner of the car rhythmically shook the whip into a circle in the air, humming in his mouth: "Fatty, Fatty, run quickly, so angry that the mules and horses are yelling. You don't eat grass or food, and you are not kind to steal my business--"

The fat man made a concerted effort and pulled for more than ten times before he stopped: "This thing is really not a job for humans." While saying that, he took off his shoes and poured out the wheat grains from the knees of the shoes.

After breathing evenly, the fat man lit a cigarette: "Uncle Boss, let's talk about something serious. After finishing the autumn, you will lead people to build a goose factory and a duck factory in Nanwazi. From now on, you have the final say in the development and management of Nanwazi. The monkey-playing person is up to your command. You can arrange what people you need.

"Yes, if everyone believes me, my car owner will do it. However, the feed in winter is a big problem. Ducks and geese are not like chickens, so they have to eat it." The car owner shook the big whip hard, and the horse that pulled the trolls ran even more happily.

"Fatty, I've been granted an official position. What corner will I arrange for me?" Wang Sanpao was also scrambling wheat there. He saw the fat man pulling a trap just now, so he came over to watch the fun.

"Leave the matter in the water to the uncle, and the matter in the mountains is about you and Lao Yaozi. This guy said he would come when will he come to move his house?" The fat man had already knew the personnel arrangements.

They gathered together to smoke a bag of cigarettes, and the fat man also felt that the feed problem was a big deal. Wang Sanpao suddenly slapped his thigh: "Yes, there are grass seeds on the hills around our land. In a few days, everyone will ask them to go up the mountain to pick grass seeds, mix some wheat bran, husks, etc., and they can eat ducks and geese. When there was no food in the past few years, they picked grass seeds every year."

The owner of the car also nodded repeatedly: "The water barn grass and dog tail grass are all made, which can solve most of the problems."

The fat man was so happy: "People eat food, ducks and geese eat grass seeds, which will not affect the egg laying in the coming year, right?"

"No, after spring begins, ducks and geese will go down the river and it will be done in a few days." The owner of the car is more experienced.

The fat man stood up and patted his butt: "Then let's settle down. After the wheat is beaten, we will mobilize everyone to pick grass seeds - that's it, it's too hard to fight like this. We must buy some agricultural machinery next year. If we use a threshing machine or something, we will be done in a while."

"You won't have to worry about doing this." Wang Sanpao and the boss of Che looked at each other and laughed, and then they all went to work hard.

"It's good to have a chance." The fat man also walked around. Someone had already started to play the market there, and the fat man looked at it. He first picked out the wheat straw on it, leaving only the wheat grains and the shells connected to the wheat marble, commonly known as wheat fish roe. This thing is also useful, mixed into the loess and smearing the walls, which is relatively strong.

The roar is to separate the wheat grains and the wheat roe. People stand in the limelight, pick up the big wooden shovel, swing their arms, and swing them up two feet high. The dark spots are everywhere, just like a celestial girl scattering flowers.

The wheat grains are relatively heavy and fall near, and the wheat roe is light and drifts far away by the wind. This will naturally separate, leaving only a pile of golden wheat grains after it is left.

The fat man looked interesting and leaned over and raised it a few times. However, the raising of the field is also a technical job. Although the fat man is very strong, he can't use that skillful force. No one can raise it high, and every accurate head is the wheat grains running anywhere.

When the fat man saw that he wanted to plant wheat, he quickly snatched the wooden shovel back. The fat man yelled: "I really can't do this job."

When he wandered around at home, the fat man started to scream: "Little pigherd, this sunny man is still drying his butt, why haven't he gone to put pigs?"

Rush, two little heroes jumped out of the room, Qiqi put her waist on her back: "Who is the swineherd?"

"Of course it's you, let's go and drive all the wild boars to the deer farm with the fat uncle. The pigpens there are all set up. These guys are too noisy at home." The fat man pointed at him.

Qiqi was still a little reluctant: "Fat uncle, why don't you leave two little piglets?"

"You have the heart to ask the little piglet to separate from the big pig." The fat man looked at Qiqi, then looked at Wu Qiong.

Qiqi immediately stopped talking and waved her little hand: "Big flowers, two flowers, three flowers, four flowers..., follow me!"

The sound of grunting was heard, and the big female wild boar was in the front, and behind her was a group of piglets. The big flowers and several of them followed Qiqi in the end, and the fat man was carrying a wooden pig trough in one hand, muttering as he walked: "I am carrying a pig trough for thousands of miles - for you!"

Halfway through the way, who was happy to see whom: "Fatty, move!"

"Look at the pig raised by others, they didn't need a car to pull the nest, so they left in a hurry - Oh, Qiqi, your pig is going to bite people!"

When the big wild boar saw people pointing fingers, he felt a little unhappy. He started to chase people behind his butt, as if reminding them: "I'm a wild boar, don't mess with me. Hum--"

Qiqi quickly called it back and walked to the deer farm. The newly built pig farm is not small in size, with a stone wall and iron gate, and thick wooden boards in the shed. Qiqi led the wild boars in for a walk, and these guys occupied the place very consciously.

The fat man called the three old men over and asked Qiqi to introduce them to the wild boar. The three brothers looked at the big wild boar and felt a little trembling. The fat man comforted them and said, "It's okay, it's close to you for two days of feeding. You will be able to circle for two or three days first, and then let it go. This time the place is spacious and the mountains are full of energy."

"Will you run into the old forest and not come back?" Old Man Zhang was a little worried.

Looking at Dalinzi in the distance, the fat man laughed and said, "It's better to run away, maybe I can get a nest back."

Fatty people are not very motivated to raise wild boars. This thing is not worth much now. There is too much lean meat, and people are still at the stage of liking to buy fat meat. At least ten years later, wild boar meat will gradually enter the market.

So I don’t care too much. If I want to run away, I can’t escape from the Great Qingshan anyway, so I won’t be ruined.

"Don't blame us if you run away. The three of us are old and old, and we can't escape the wild boar even if we add one." Old man Li got the vaccination first.

"In the afternoon, all the chickens from each family will be delivered, and everyone will work hard." After saying that, the fat man ran over there to watch Lao Wutou brew wine.

The wine is taken out of the tank, replaced with another tank, then sealed and carried into the cellar. The black currant fruit wine is the darkest, just like purple agate, and the wine of Shandu persimmon is light blue-purple, the most beautiful. Just seeing these wines makes the fat man envious.

"Old Wu, when will it be drunk in your mouth?" As the craftsmanship of Old Wu gradually emerged, the name also changed from Old Wu to Old Wu.

"The standard is three years, but we can drink it during the Chinese New Year, and I will make it last." Old Wu was refreshed these days, as if he had returned to his youth.

In the afternoon, the fat man came to the chicken farm early, and people began to send chickens here one after another. For more than a month, these chickens had grown into the size of pigeons. It turned out that their bare tails began to grow tail feathers, and feathers also grew on their wings. By this time, whether it was a rooster or a hen, even a stick like a fat man could tell at a glance.

If you ask, basically half of them each account for. The little chickens will first mix with the original big chicken and lead them with the big chickens, so that these little guys can run around.

The Five Flower King was also very excited today, making several majestic crys from time to time to welcome these newcomers and also announcing its dominant position.

At this time, a graceful figure in the air hovered down and landed on the wooden railing. When the King of Five Flowers saw it, he immediately cried out a low crow with vigilance. The flock of chickens immediately avoided the annoying old kite from afar.

"Don't say, I'm so honest when I use an eagle to look at the chicken. I was so noisy just now, but now I've calmed down all of a sudden." The fat man was so happy: I can only come up with such a good idea.

There are more and more chicks, three or two wandering around the chicken farm together, but no one dares to cause trouble. This situation is probably like a kindergarten kid walking into a university campus. Even if it turns out to be the head of the kindergarten, you have to stop here.

When the fat man saw that the peace had completed the transition, he felt more comfortable and joked with the old ladies: "Everyone has worked hard, it's so easy to hold it back. It's been more than 20 days since he's almost gone to confinement."

Those old ladies are not easy to mess with. Everyone winked and surrounded the fat man: "You boy dare to speak cheap words, take him off and look at the boy chicken."

My God, the fat man exclaimed, broke through the siege and fled in panic.
Chapter completed!