Chapter 110 110: Don’t talk about food [please ask for monthly tickets]


    Chen Tang has been having a very unhappy these days.


    Unhappiness in all senses.


    Previously, I was in Xiaocheng, and when I was bored, I could go out to set up a stall, sell wine, and shop around the streets, but there was nothing but a bunch of bandits in the mountains and forests.人生寂寞如雪，她感觉自己再这样咸鱼下去，绝对会闲到发霉。


    "Goro is so bored, so it''s better to help train the militia in half a step."


    Chen Tang refused without thinking: "I don''t want it. You can smell a smell of sweat from afar. The amount of exercise in a day is much greater than the total amount of a sect in a year..."


    She didn''t go to watch Gongshu''s martial arts training.


    After watching it, the zombie "shivered".


    It is said that it is a training force, but it is really a sensation. Even the square dance troupe of the old man and the old lady downstairs in the community can be crushed. Simply put, it is dozens of people who are sparse and sparse, and learn basic actions such as chopping and stabbing under the command of Gongshu Wu.


    It is common to repeat the same action hundreds of times.


    Morning skills, afternoon physical fitness.


    Come back the next morning and continue the cycle.


    Ordinary people can’t stand this intensity at all.


    It’s not that no one came out to object, but the result was that Gong Shuwu had his throat cut off by two fingers, and he directly killed the chicken to warn the monkey, saying that anyone among them could choose to commit suicide. They were all prisoners, and the prisoners even negotiated conditions with him, and they were impatient to live?


    After two chickens died, the remaining monkeys were as quiet as chickens.


    These monkeys gradually realized that the people who trained them were very cold-blooded. If they did not obey the orders, Gong Shuwu would not care whether one or two of them died or all of them died. If they obey orders, they will definitely be full.


    Two regular meals a day, sufficient supply of food and food, three extra meals to supplement physical fitness, and deal with high-intensity training. They comfort themselves. This is to work for landlords, and training is the work content. Isn’t it natural to get more tired the more you get?


    As a bandit/mully, it is even more common to be hungry and tighten your belt when you encounter a tough stubborn trousers. It is great to be able to eat enough now.


    After some self-brainwashing, I gradually got used to it.


    Even brainwashing the people around you with these remarks.


    Those restless people, seeing that no one stood up to cater to them, were alone and helpless, naturally became timid. It’s better to die than to live. They don’t want to taste Gong Shuwu’s **** hard, or their necks hard...


    Chu Yao said, "Wulang went to the East Kitchen to help, but there was not enough grain storage. Qi Shan''s guy didn''t know how many days he would be in Moji, Xiaocheng."


    Turn into a big cake!


    This is Chen Tang’s strength.


    She is responsible for turning into big cakes, and Lin Feng is responsible for putting the transformed big cakes into clean bamboo baskets, neatly and stating them. Lin Feng was really surprised for the first time seeing this unique skill: "Can Wen Xinyan Ling still turn into food?"


    Chen Tang became halfway through hunger, stuffed the big cake in his hand into his mouth, and vaguely said, "It''s OK, but a word of Yan Ling is only one big cake. It''s okay to serve dozens of people or hundreds of people, but it won''t work if there are too many. Not to mention the consumption of literary energy, just thinking about Yan Ling can make my throat ignite."


    Just as Qi Shan said it was a waste of time.


    Lin Feng said: "But it''s great to be able to eat enough."


    饥荒的时候,草根树皮都不够分。饿极了，连泥巴都能往嘴里塞,或是易子而食。


    This man in his family is really amazing.


    Chen Tang laughed and said, "I feel so too."


    A bamboo basket can hold about fifty big cakes.


    Lin Feng counted it all, covered the bamboo basket with a layer of clean rough white gauze to prevent dust, and then sent it to Dongchu. Cut these cakes into pieces and mix them into the soup to make cake soup. Because there is no food, the cook is going to replace the green plum pulp...


    No matter how it tastes, it is always better than clear soup and water. She said, "I don''t know if there are any wild boars in the mountains. I will catch a few piglets and come back to raise them. Will there be meat to eat when I raise them? I can also boil oil."


    Drinking the slightly sour cake soup, Chen Tang suddenly thought of the pig, and from the pig thought of braised pork ribs, braised pork trotters, sweet and sour tenderloin, plum dish buckles... a series of dishes. She was so greedy that she licked her lips, and was salivated by the vegetables she had imagined.


    If nothing...


    She remembers that the lard bibimbap tastes quite good.


    Lin Feng said, "Pig? I heard it tastes very fishy..." She heard from the servants at home that it is only eaten by ordinary poor people. She would not choose it even if she had a little money. Sheep, chicken and dog are better than pigs. It is said that their meat has an indescribable fishy smell, and the oil produced also has a strange smell.


    Lin Feng has never eaten it when he grows up so old.


    No, the servants who served her house were not eaten.


    As soon as she finished speaking, she remembered her current situation. She might not be qualified to try pork and stopped silently. Chen Tang changed the topic thoughtfully: "But I heard that pork is fishy because it is not castrated. If they are castrated and raised, the taste is very, very fragrant."


    Lin Feng asked again: "How long does it take to keep it to eat?"


    "How many months should I keep it if I am castrated?"


    Chen Tang is not sure.


    "How many months are there?" Lin Feng was very serious.


    "I don''t know, I''ll know if I have the opportunity to raise it."


    Lin Feng: "How old can you grow with such a short time?"


    Chen Tang thought to himself: "I heard that castrated pigs are very lazy. They are not stimulating with **** hormones. They don''t like to move or fight. If they are lazy all day, they will get fat soon?"


    Well, actually, people are the same.


    Lin Feng was curious: "Where did you hear these truths from?"


    If pig meat is raised according to this method and the taste is no longer fishy, ??it should be popular among the people. This can be regarded as a family heirloom secret. Without intimate friendship, how can you tell others easily?


    How could Langjun deal with such a person?


    Chen Tang didn’t know where she heard it, and it wasn’t the point anyway. The point was that she knew it.


    Go and catch a few piglets. I think in a few months, braised pork ribs, braised pork trotters, sweet and sour tenderloin, and plum vegetable braised pork...


    All of them have hope of delivering her food!


    Caring as soon as you say, Chen Tang is going to try his luck in the afternoon.


    After taking a sip of cake soup, she suddenly said, "Oh oh oh, and, pigs cannot be kept next to the toilet pit. You must separate the pigs from the toilet pit... It seems to be, as if to prevent some insect disease? What insect disease is coming to make me think about it, right! By the way! Tapeworm disease!"


    Lin Feng: "What is tapeworm disease?"


    Chen Tang: "The disease of making tapeworms grow in the body."


    “…Why shouldn’t the pig eat human feces?”


    Chen Tang guessed: "Probably to save feed? However, this breeding is not very hygienic. If a pig eats the eggs in human feces, it will produce cysticercariae. If this pig is eaten by humans, it will grow very long and very long white worms, which is very terrible!"


    Pigs that grow up with human feces are then put into the population, rounded up and eat human feces? Lin Feng looked at the cake soup in the bowl, his face changed and his throat rolled, as if he had smelled a strange smell at the tip of his nose.


    Lin Feng barely suppressed the strange thing: "How terrible is it?"


    Chen Tang gestured with his hands: "I think about it, have you ever seen a Qun? That thing is similar to a Qun. It is thinner than a Qun. The shortest one is just a knuckle, and the longest one can be five or six feet long. Such a thing grows in your body, crawling everywhere, from the internal organs to the neck and throat, and finally crawling to your brain..."


    Lin Fengguang turned pale after thinking about it.


    An exclaimed "Ah"!


    一侧无奈停下筷子的褚曜和共叔武。


    “Goro…”


    If you don’t eat, can you stop talking while eating?


    How can you not say that it is so disgusting?


    Chen Tang: Can''t |ω'')


    ??PS: I remember that when I was in college, there was a legend about pigs with tapeworms, but it is difficult to see this case now. I vaguely remember to take medicine to pull it out. If it is not pulled clean, the remaining ones will grow again. After getting this, the pigs with tapeworms will fall off one by one and crawl out of the gang door and move... I remember when I was in the internship, I heard that a patient had this when I was in the rotation department. Everyone was like watching a rare national treasure in the zoo.


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    (This chapter ends)