Chapter 224 The Art of Pig Farming

Chapter 224 The Art of Pig Farming

The grape trellis was set up, and the ducks went into the water.

But this is far from enough for Tangli, who aspires to a life of luxury and indulgence in wine and women in retirement.

On this day, a chilling sound echoed from the main gate of the hot spring resort—

"Hmph! Hmph!"

Pei Yunjing was sitting in the courtyard enjoying tea when he heard the noise, and his teacup paused slightly.

He looked up and saw Tang Li directing several servants, leading five large black pigs, all jet black and covered in mud, exuding a strong "natural" smell, into the second gate.

"Your Highness! Look!"

Tang Li pointed at the pigs, her eyes shining as if she were looking at a pile of walking gold ingots:

"I specially had this sourced from a farmer! This coat of fat and this layer of black hair make it absolutely top-quality for braised pork!"

"snort--!"

As if in response to her praise, a large black pig flicked its tail, and a clump of muddy, indescribable substance landed with a "splat" on the pristine white marble floor tiles.

A suffocating, sour stench instantly filled the entire exquisite and elegant courtyard.

"..."

Pei Yunjing's face visibly turned green.

He is a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder related to cleanliness.

While he could tolerate bloodshed on the battlefield, he absolutely could not tolerate the presence of such filth at home.

"stop."

Pei Yunjing suddenly stood up, took three steps back, covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve, and spoke in a voice as cold as if he had just been pulled out of an ice cellar:

"Tang Li, if you dare let these filthy things take another step forward..."

He pointed to the pigs, then to the gate, his tone chilling, leaving no room for negotiation:

"I will have them thrown out."

"Also, from now on, this thing is strictly prohibited from being within 100 meters of the main courtyard! No, 200 meters!"

"ah?"

Tang Li looked aggrieved, standing in front of the pigs like a mother hen protecting her chicks:

"Your Highness, you can't discriminate! What's wrong with pigs? Pigs have dignity too!"

"And..." She swallowed hard, trying to use food to soften the germaphobe's heart:

"This is for our future meals! Just think, the marbled pork belly, the braised pork belly stewed until tender and flavorful, the sizzling, oily pig's trotters roasted..."

"Can you bear to kick out the future braised pork?"

Pei Yunjing looked at her greedy expression and then at the pigs that were so dirty that their color was unrecognizable.

His brow was twitching.

Reason told him to refuse, but emotionally... he really didn't want to see her disappointed (and even less did he want to go hungry).

"You can keep it if you want."

Pei Yunjing took a deep breath and made the final compromise.

He turned his head and looked at Han Zheng, the commander of the black-armored guards who had been standing guard beside him.

Han Zheng was watching the commotion while holding his knife when he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, and a very ominous premonition welled up in his heart.

"Han Zheng".

Pei Yunjing's voice was calm, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority:

"Take your men and go feed these pigs..."

He paused, seemingly finding it difficult to speak, but still gritted his teeth and said it:

"bath."

"ah?!"

Han Zheng nearly dropped the knife, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets: "Your Highness? What did you say? Wash...wash what?"

"Washing the pig."

Pei Yunjing gave him a cold glance:

"Use scented soap and a brush to clean me thoroughly, inside and out."

"If it's not clean enough, it will still have a slight odor..."

A cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips:

"Then bring me your head."

Han Zheng: "..."

As he looked at the pigs still rolling in the mud, two streams of tears welled up in his eyes.

He, the dignified commander of the Black Armor Guard, had killed men and beheaded generals; how could he have ever suffered such humiliation?!

...

Half an hour later.

On the stream in the backyard of the mountain villa, a scene depicting the "humiliating history" of the Black Armor Guards unfolded.

"Hold it down! Don't let it get away!"

"Ouch! This beast is strong! Don't kick my face!"

There, a dozen heavily armored, imposing black-armored guards were seen, their sleeves rolled up, sweating profusely as they fought several pigs.

Han Zheng held a huge pig bristle brush in one hand and a piece of expensive soap in the other, pressing down on the back of a large black pig with a look of grief and indignation.

"Behave yourself! Move again and I'll chop you up!"

"Awoooooo—!"

The pig let out a bloodcurdling scream, struggled desperately, and splashed water all over Han Zheng's face.

"Commander, this pigskin is too thick, we can't rub off the dirt!" one of his men cried out.

"Use internal force!"

Han Zheng gritted his teeth, channeling all the internal energy he had learned in his life into the brush:

"Scrub it clean! Scrub it until you've rubbed off a layer of skin, just to make it white!"

Thus, the internal force originally used to shatter the enemy's heart meridian has now become a divine skill for scrubbing the body.

The hand that was originally used to wield a knife to kill was now gently (not really) giving the pig a full-body spa treatment.

Tang Li stood on the shore, watching the group of tough men washing the pig with tears in their eyes, and laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

She exclaimed:

"This is the quality of our Black Armor Guards! Not only can they kill enemies, they can also clean pigs. Truly... all-round talents!"

Pei Yunjing, who was sitting not far away drinking tea and supervising the work, looked at the pigs that had finally revealed their pink flesh and were emitting a faint floral fragrance, and finally nodded in satisfaction.