Han Xiang

Chapter 180 The Monument of Heroes

Long Xiang and Feng Zhong exchanged greetings, and suddenly heard animals calling in the backyard, so he asked curiously:
"What's growing in the backyard?"

"I saved some grain in the past few years, and I ate it much finer. I didn't mix it with bran for food. I just had leftovers to feed the chickens. Your aunt couldn't bear to throw it away because of saving people, so she got two pigs to raise."

"Oh? I'll go see my aunt."

"Ah."

Because Hefei has just opened the market and the strict management of the city defense battalion has resulted in fewer foreign vendors, there are not many commodities in the market. Except for the government-run salt, farm tools, cloth shops, etc., most of them are their own surplus.

Although with Feng Zhong's salary, he is able to go to the street to buy meat for consumption, but now Hefei meat is sold less.

Feng Zhong was self-sufficient in raising pigs, and he didn't feel ashamed, so Dafang took Long Xiang to the backyard pigsty.

Feng's wife was cooking pig food at this time. She mixed the bran, chopped platycodon root, and rotten vegetables together, and the smell from the cauldron made the piglets in the pen hum.

In this era of food shortage, even pigs cannot be fattened.

Long Xiang glanced at the two thin ones in the circle, and kindly reminded Feng Zhong: "There are few doctors in Hefei now, and veterinarians are even more difficult to find. You must clean the pigsty well, otherwise it will be difficult to see a doctor when you are sick."

Feng Zhong joked with a smile: "Your aunt takes care of them every day, even more meticulously than me, the governor. Needless to say, the pigsty is clean."

When Feng's wife heard the complaint, she immediately spoke to the side: "Yun Qi is going to marry a wife at the end of the year, so we have to prepare some congratulatory gifts. He doesn't lack for ordinary things. The pigs raised by the family are just used for the wedding banquet at that time, and the more delicate ones will grow. Get strong."

"My aunt has a heart, but my nephew is disrespectful"

Long Xiang was not polite to Feng's wife, he directly clasped his fists in salute, and then joked: "Remember to give one and keep the other, so that the guests can enjoy their mouths."

Feng's wife replied while stirring: "We watched Yun Qi grow up, and finally waited for you to marry a wife and start a family. It's okay to have two pigs. I will raise them next year."

"That can't be done. My aunt has worked hard for half a year. If I give it all away, I won't accept it." Long Xiang was so serious that there is no doubt about it.

Feng's wife continued to reason: "I don't grow crops now, and I don't have much work on weekdays. Isn't it easy to raise two pigs?
Besides, the pigsty you designed is very good, it is easy and convenient to wash, and the feces go directly down the underground drain.”

"Uncle Zhong." Long Xiang turned his head and glared at Feng Zhong.

Feng Zhong knew Long Xiang well, knew that he would do what he said, so he understood and said to his wife: "Okay, Yun Qi is now the master of Hefei, he will give one as he says, don't be polite if he is not an outsider."

"Oh." Feng's wife stopped insisting.

Long Xiang looked at the piglet wagging its tail begging for food, and suddenly asked Feng Zhong curiously: "In the past two years in Hefei, some families should have saved some surplus food, and there must be a lot of pigs, right?"

"Hefei's grain tax is not high and there is no corvee. Generally, there are two middle-aged people in the family. If you work hard, you will have food left over. The unused bran will be sold. At first, you only raised some chickens and ducks. Now you are raising more pigs. , the days are gradually getting better." Feng Zhong replied kindly.

"very nice."

Long Xiang felt emotional. He thought that governing the region was actually not difficult. As long as the policies are in place, there is no war, and there are fewer natural disasters, the people themselves will live well.

Feng Zhong patted him on the shoulder to encourage: "It will get better and better in the future, we all believe in you."

"By the way, Uncle Zhong, I heard that pigs that have been hoarded will grow faster, and the quality of the meat will be better. You have all kinds of talents in your craftsman camp. Find a skilled hand to hog the pigs later. .”

"Is there such a thing?"

Seeing Long Xiang's seriousness, Feng Zhong nodded in astonishment: "It doesn't matter if the taste will be better, if it grows meat, you can try it, since Yun Qi is so sure, I will do it."

"Uncle Zhong, don't worry, my nephew won't lie to you."

It was inconvenient for Long Xiang to explain the source, so he pretended to be sloppy and prevaricated.

I remember that some people in later generations belittled pork and praised the nutrition and health of Westerners eating beef and mutton, but some people refuted that raising pigs and eating meat is the only way to progress civilization.

Among the three animals in Tailao, pigs produce meat much faster than cattle and sheep, and are also livestock with the highest rate of plant-to-meat conversion. Therefore, pork was the best choice for the ancient people to taste meat.

Long Xiang stayed at Feng Zhong's house until nightfall, and when he returned to Jun Sima's mansion, he was about to go to bed, but found that the lights in the hall seemed to be talking.

As soon as they reached the door, they were spotted by Lu Su and Zhang Zhao in the hall, and they immediately stood up to greet each other.

"Mr. Zibu?"

"General Long is polite."

"Zi Bufei wants to see you first, and then go to the post house to rest"

Seeing Long Xiang's friendly expression, Zhang Zhao cupped his hands and asked, "I came late today, didn't I delay the general's rest?"

"Don't delay, as the saying goes, 'it's not unreasonable to have a friend come from afar. I'm worried that my husband will have a rest, so I should send it directly to the post."

Long Xiang clasped his fists in return, with a very polite tone.

Zhang Zhao said solemnly: "What's so important about rest? You can sleep after you finish your business. Just now, Zijing and I have already talked about it. My Lord wants to fix it with the general. Five thousand hu grains will be shipped from the wharf, and the general will be ready tomorrow." Go out of the city to check, should Deng Dang and others be taken away now?"

"Of course I can. I said it beforehand. Since Sun Bofu fulfilled the contract, there is no need for Hefei to waste rice and grain to raise prisoners."

"So good."

Zhang Zhao stroked his beard and nodded, then suddenly looked at Long Xiang and asked, "I wonder if I can see them tonight?"

"Tonight? I think they've already rested. How about tomorrow morning? I promise there will be a lot of them."

Long Xiang said in his heart that I haven't inspected the goods yet, don't you think that the person is gone, and you will come to negotiate terms tomorrow?
Those prisoners have been working all day, so they can't arrange to wash up?
"Uh also good"

Zhang Zhaoren was under the eaves, unable to refuse Long Xiang's words.

The two kept chatting in the hall in the name of reminiscing about the old days, and they exchanged greetings for nearly an hour before returning to the post house.

Long Xiang turned a corner and asked about Sun Ce's military situation, and Zhang Zhao also changed his tricks to inquire about Hefei's reality, and you came and I didn't ask much truth.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhang Zhao went to the door early and waited to meet the Jiangdong captives as if he was asking Party A to do something.

Long Xiang didn't evade any excuses, and took him directly to the Hero Monument.

In front of the hero monument, Zhang Zhao met Deng Dang.

After several months of working in Hefei, Deng Dang and his group became darker and thinner, but luckily they are still alive.

I don't know if it was because they came to express condolences in front of the monument, or because they saw Long Xiang bring Zhang Zhao, many prisoners were tearful.

Zhang Zhao frowned and was about to ask, but Long Xiang waved his hands first and shouted to everyone: "Mr. Zibu is here to pick you up. When the boats on the pier are ready, you can go back to Jiangdong."

"today?"

"today."

After receiving Long Xiang's affirmative answer, the prisoners almost jumped up, and some secretly wiped their tears.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Zhao felt sore, guessing that the past few months had been difficult.

Zhang Zhao was about to say something, when he caught a glimpse of the inscription on the stele out of the corner of his eye.

The five characters of the Monument to Heroes were inscribed by Long Xiang. The handwriting is not beautiful but has a reckless momentum.

Who dares to set up a monument and call himself a hero?Want to force Jiangdong captives to worship?It just doesn't make sense.

"General Long, may I ask who this hero is?"

(End of this chapter)