After Mr. Deng said that, Li Yongjun and Su Shunmin looked disappointed. Xue Xiang saw the expressions of the two and hurriedly asked why.

Li Yongjun said: "Who doesn't know about Zhu Wanhu's story? Not to mention whether the old man can move at this age, but this class is not suitable for work in our pig farm."

Previously, when Xue Xianggang heard Mr. Deng telling about Zhu Wanhu's legendary life, he was overjoyed. After all, it was hard to meet such an expert. Later, he saw Li Yongjun and Su Shunmin rolling their eyes, thinking that Zhu Wanhu had something wrong or had already traveled west, and the surprise turned into panic. After hearing, Li Yongjun said what age and ingredients were the reason, and his heart immediately fell back into his stomach. When he found Zhu Wanhu, the most important thing was to get the method of raising pigs, and it was not to let the old man in his seventies and eighties take action to feed the pigs. As for the identity issue, in his eyes, Xue did not have the word "component" at all, so why did he get the problem?

"Stop talking about this useless, what is not the ingredients! As long as we can help us raise pigs well, even the landlords have to ask for what they should ask for, and what they should ask for." After Xue Xiang made a final decision, he invited Li Yongjun to organize young and strong laborers to go to Jinniu Mountain to cut pig grass; he shouted Su Shunmin to go to Han Donglin, organized a group of people, and then went to the Wufeng Grain Station in the county, and bought some feed according to the supply and marketing contract signed by the club; while Deng Siye was kept by him and prepared to go to Hongmiao Village to visit Zhu Wanhu.

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Hongmiao Village is separated by a mountain and a river. One mountain is Jinniu Mountain and the other water is Tianzi Port. Deng Siye led Xue Xiang across Jinniu Mountain and around Tianzi Port. When the sun sets, he arrived at Hongmiao Village. Looking at the villages in Hongmiao Village, it is far more neat than the Kuoshan Village. Not to mention the rows of houses, even the vegetable gardens and ponds are one by one, and the construction is very smooth. Deng Siye said that before the chicken farm in Hongmiao Village was dilapidated, it was a wealthy village in Kuaihuopu Commune. Even Dawang Village was far behind, so it was not surprising that it had this storefront.

The two of them were together, Deng Siye was in front, Xue Xiang followed, and the scene was vivid. The road was a flat mud road, and there were two neat rows of metasequoia on both sides of the road. From time to time, a shepherd boy rode an old cow and passed by the two. Although the shepherd boy did not play a short flute, the country road was full of silk and bamboo. The old man driving the sheep in front was roaring mountain songs, local accents and slandering music. Although Xue Xiang, a person who was far away, did not understand the meaning of the lyrics, his majestic and lush voice could be said to be a sound that shakes the trees and stops the clouds. He goes straight into his heart, making people feel moved.

Xue Xiang was fascinated by the hearing and followed Mr. Deng Si. Mr. Deng Si walked to the village and stopped in front of a door made of two broken wooden boards. Xue Xiang's mind was still full of desolate and tragic singing. He couldn't stop and actually bumped into Mr. Deng Si. Mr. Deng Si was reaching out to knock on the door, but suddenly he was under the huge force. His old arms and legs could not withstand it, so he rushed towards the door panel. But he knew that the door panel had been disrepair for a long time and could no longer bear the load, so he fell down.

Xue Xiang suddenly woke up when he heard the sound. His right hand rushed out and pulled Mr. Deng Si who was about to fall to the ground. He then tried hard and pulled Mr. Deng Si straightened his body. Before Mr. Deng Si could stand firm, he felt a flash in front of him. There was a figure in front of him, and he crawled into the door. Looking at the figure again, he rushed into the door, jumped high, and pulled a rope, and then hugged the person. Everything was made in the flash. At this moment, Mr. Deng Si saw that the figure was the captain of the brigade, and the old white-haired man who was held by the captain was Zhu Wanhu. Mr. Deng Si realized that this was: This, Zhu Wanhu was just hanging!

After Xue Xiang carried Zhu Wanhu down, he pressed him horizontally on the ground, and his chest was still warm. He reached out and pinched the person. After a few breaths, the old man woke up slowly. Zhu Wanhu was covered in orange peel and covered with patterns on his forehead. As soon as he woke up, he didn't bother to ask who was coming, and he shouted that he would still be looking for death. The old man struggled to stand up, but his body was not low. He put his feet on his feet and went to find the torn hemp rope.

Mr. Deng hurriedly hugged Zhu Wanhu from behind and pressed him on a bench. After a while of comfort, he calmed down. Then, Mr. Deng asked Zhu Wanhu about the reason for his shortcoming.

It turns out that Zhu Wanhu is already 79 years old this year, and he is also an old birthday star in Hongmiao Village. But now, he doesn’t care whether you are old or not, and he can’t do it anymore. Although the production team will not ask you to fend for yourself and starve to death at home, he only gives away twenty or thirty kilograms of grain every month. The old man can’t starve to death with these twenty or thirty kilograms of grain, but he also can’t eat enough. Due to his early experience, he was criticized by the organization, and Zhu Wanhu’s only son was also punished. Since then, his son has not liked me.

Therefore, Zhu Wanhu had to live alone. If you want to live alone, just live alone. The old man had a very good relationship with his grandson. That day, the young grandson clamored to buy a new schoolbag, but the old man had no choice but to exchange some money in the club for a backpack with more than ten kilograms of grain. The young grandson was happy. In a few days, the old man couldn't stand his stomach. Zhu Wanhu was stubborn and couldn't stand it anymore and didn't ask for help. He really had no choice but to seek death, and happened to be rescued by Xue Xiang.

It was also fate. If it weren't for his family's breakout, Xue Xiang happened to listen to the wild tune, hit Mr. Deng Si and also hit the door panel. Knocking for a while, delaying some effort, the old man would have to go there now.

After figuring out the reason why the old man hanged, Xue Xiang was both funny and sad. He paid Mr. Deng Si and asked him to go to his neighbor's house to buy some food. In a moment, Mr. Deng Si bought four or five eggs and a tube of noodles. With the eggs and noodles, Xue Xiang poked the stove at Zhu Wanhu's house and laid a bowl of egg noodles for the old man.

Zhu Wanhu was walking around the stove when Xue Xiang was cooking noodles. When the noodles were put into a bowl, the old man snatched his hands and squatted on the threshold. He started to eat it, but he didn't know what it was to burn his mouth. In less than ten seconds, a bowl of noodles and five eggs were laid. After eating, the old man touched his stomach and still felt that he was not full. Then he went to the pot to serve noodles, and there was only noodle soup left in the country?

It turned out that Xue Xiang was worried that he would eat too much for a long time and have prone to gastrointestinal problems, so he only put a bowl of them. Seeing that there were no noodles in the pot, Zhu Wanhu complained that Xue Xiang was not doing anything with a black hand, and the five eggs were only served with one bowl of noodles. It was really a waste of food. At the same time, he took the noodles on the stove and planned to start cooking again, but was stopped by Xue Xiang.

Xue Xiang didn't care about explaining the disadvantages of eating too much to the old man, and he said it directly. Unexpectedly, when Zhu Wanhu heard this, his head was shaking like a rattle. The noodles that were about to be cooked were hurriedly carried into his arms, fearing that Xue Xiang would rob it.

Mr. Deng Si also advised him, but the old man just refused to respond, and he was anxious. He said that he had suffered his own losses in his life, and what was wrong with learning? Learning to raise pigs is really: he is suffering for the pigs, tired for the pigs, and cannot enter a new society for the pigs.

Xue Xiang didn't expect that the old man was so stubborn that he was at a loss when a little baby with a braided braid ran in. The flower backpack behind the baby's butt also twisted and twisted. The material was Zhu Wanhu's grandson. Sure enough, the tiger-headed frog came in and shouted that he wanted to eat eggs. He said that he had smelled the eggs long ago and asked his grandfather to take them out for the baby to eat.

Zhu Wanhu swept all five eggs just now, and there was no place left now. While coaxing the tiger-headed baby, Zhu Wanhu said he didn't eat the eggs, he also said that he would give him eggs again tomorrow. The tiger-headed baby just refused to rely on it. He had not been able to get it for a long time, so he lay on the ground and rolled up. Zhu Wanhu had no choice but to rub his trousers and legs with his hands, and looked at Mr. Deng Si. The meaning was very obvious: You can do a few more.

Mr. Deng was angry that Zhu Wanhu was ignorant of raising his tribute, so he glared at the old man, wishing to take out the eggs he had just eaten, and how could he do anything for him? Zhu Wanhu couldn't help Mr. Deng, and went to see Xue Xiang pitifully. Xue Xiang was worried that he would not have the chance to grasp the old man. At this moment, he finally had to harden his heart and look up at the sky with his head raised.

Suddenly, Mr. Deng moved a few steps and kicked out the several egg shells at the entrance of the stove from the pile of dust. Mr. Deng was so bad that the tiger-headed baby saw a bunch of egg shells. The crying sounded louder and the rolling beat became more and more rounder, and there were words in his mouth. The general meaning was: Grandpa actually ate eggs secretly, and the baby would never play with grandpa again.

Now, Zhu Wanhu was so panicked. His late scene was already desolate, so just this cute little grandson Chenghuan was at his knees. If the little grandson ignored him, it would be better to hang him just now. Although it was the child's words, Zhu Wanhu's affairs were about to come, and he was confused when he was about to care. In desperation, he slapped his thigh and said that the pig farming was right.

Mr. Deng Si knew that although the old man had a stubborn temper, he saliva and nailed his words. Without waiting for Xue Xiang to greet him, he went out again and went to the house where he bought eggs before and bought them back. This time, Mr. Deng Si was very stingy when he saw the job done, so he carried a basket of eggs back in a small bamboo basket. When the tiger-headed baby saw the eggs, he got up from the ground, took the eggs and ran towards the house. Zhu Wanhu was afraid that the tiger-headed baby would run away, so he broke the eggs, and hurriedly chased after him.

Xue Xiang and Mr. Deng followed closely behind. Soon after, they came to a dirt house. From a distance, they saw a long-faced man in his thirties scolding Zhu Wanhu, which made the old man nodded repeatedly. Previously, Xue Xiang heard Mr. Deng say that Zhu Wanhu had a son in his old age, and this person was probably his son.

Xue Xiangxing approached and before he could speak, the man with a long face thought that he and Mr. Deng were the helpers hired by Zhu Wanhu, so he came to ask for the eggs. He spoke sarcastically. Mr. Deng Si was really impatient and pointed at Xue Xiang and told him the identity of the commune director. The man with a long face stopped his noisy voice and immediately lowered his head and said timidly. Zhu Wanhu also looked up at Xue Xiang, with fear and suspicion on his face. It turned out that the man and the man were the main targets of criticism and fighting in the team. He was most afraid of seeing the officials. He was still afraid of seeing the team leader, not to mention the commune director who was many older than the team.

Xue Xiang had no time to show his power and told the man with a long face that Zhu Wanhu wanted to stay in Kuangshan for some time so that he would not have to worry. At this moment, the man with a long face was Weiwei Nuonuo, and there was no way to respond. What's more, he never liked the old man, so he was so happy that Xue Xiang took the old man away.
Chapter completed!