Chapter 255: Suspected to be Jia Youwei

"This, Ping'an, let's go to the site to take a look before deciding." Jiang Zhenbei still couldn't make up his mind; mainly, this matter wasn't something he could decide on his own.

"Hmm, that's fine too."

Jiang Zhenbei had long since prepared a welcome banquet at the Reception House, and the group sat down to eat as soon as they arrived.

Seeing that all four of them looked exhausted, Jiang Zhenbei didn't chat much during the meal.

"Ping'an, are you coming with me to the Rolling Mill, or will you rest for a while and talk about it tomorrow?"

Because Zhang Ping'an's mental state at this moment didn't look at all like someone who had just traveled a long distance, Jiang Zhenbei asked this.

"Let's go take a look right after eating."

"That's fine too."

After the meal, Zhang Ping'an and Jiang Zhenbei's group took a car back to the Rolling Mill first, leaving one person and one vehicle in charge of Yang Guangming and the others.

By the time the group reached the Rolling Mill's pig farm, it was already past four in the afternoon. At this time, the pig farm had fewer than one hundred pigs, and they all looked malnourished.

The surrounding pasture was the same; it should have been lush and green at this time, but what Zhang Ping'an saw was a patch of slightly yellowing grass.

"Ahem, Ping'an, look at this..." Jiang Zhenbei felt a bit awkward under Zhang Ping'an's gaze.

"Clear it all out. There is still plenty of time to re-sow the pasture now."

Zhang Ping'an had originally thought that as long as it wasn't too terrible, he could try watering it with some Space Water, but in its current state, there was no need for rescue.

"Ping'an, wait for me a moment." Jiang Zhenbei hesitated, but decided to report to the Factory Director.

"Fine."

Zhang Ping'an walked around the pig farm again, shaking his head more the longer he looked. The hygiene was not up to standard, there was no Fermentation Room, and the pig farm only had two or three people; no wonder it was in such a state.

What Zhang Ping'an didn't know was that when the pig farm was first established here the year before last, it had been a big deal, but looking at it now, the person in charge of the pig farm had already been replaced.

Much like the situation when Zhang Ping'an was at the Rolling Mill, the pig farm was staffed by relatives of various factory leaders. The difference was that they didn't have the skills and didn't understand pig farming at all, so they failed.

"Comrade, who are you? Why are you at our pig farm?"

"Oh, I'm from Sijiucheng, here to help you solve your predicament."

"You must be Director Zhang, right? Hello, hello, I am Jiang Jiancheng, the current person in charge of the pig farm. Director Zhang, we have really been looking forward to your arrival!" Jiang Jiancheng shook Zhang Ping'an's hand up and down repeatedly.

"Uh, hello, Factory Manager Jiang." Zhang Ping'an then inconspicuously pulled his hand away.

"Ahem, my uncle—no, where is Director Jiang?" Jiang Jiancheng also realized he had been overly enthusiastic just now.

"Director Jiang went to make a phone call; he should be back soon."

As soon as the two finished speaking, Jiang Zhenbei came out from the office inside.

"Jiancheng, you've come at the right time. The matter I want to discuss also concerns you. Do you want to get this pig farm up and running?"

"Director, of course I do, but right now..."

"As long as you want to, that's enough. Ping'an, brother will listen to you this once. Anyway, if it doesn't work, at worst we stay exactly where we are; if it succeeds, hehe..."

"Uncle, you two have already discussed it?"

"Yes, I plan to clear out this entire patch of pasture. You arrange for people to start working on it immediately, the sooner the better. Ping'an, the pasture seeds from the year before last are still in the warehouse. As for the piglets..."

"Done, I'll arrange it."

"Then let's do it."

"..."

Early the next morning, Jiang Jiancheng had already arranged for fifty people to start digging up the ground, clearing the existing pasture, cleaning up, and purchasing large fermentation vats.

Meanwhile, at the Siheyuan, Dong Dani was stewing Lamb Soup, and Yan Bugui smelled the fragrance again.

"Yang, did you smell the scent of Lamb Soup?"

"Head of the house, didn't we just eat it last week? Did you dream about it again?"

Yang Ruihua was a bit puzzled. What was wrong with her old man? Could it be that he used to eat too stingily and damaged his health?

"..." Yan Bugui simply ignored Yang Ruihua, put on his clothes, and prepared to go out and take a look.

"Head of the house, it's still just getting light out, where are you going?"

"I'm going to take a dump."

"..."

As soon as Yan Bugui left the house, he carefully sniffed along the courtyard, finally locking onto Zhang Ping'an's small courtyard via the faint scent. Coincidentally, Dong Dani opened the kitchen door at that moment.

*Sniff, sniff. *

"Sure enough, someone is having Lamb Soup. I told you, how could I have smelled it wrong?" Afterward, Yan Bugui returned home, feeling smug and satisfied.

"It's Ping'an's family stewing Lamb Soup; I smelled it clearly," Yan Bugui boasted.

"..." Yang Ruihua was speechless, but thinking that she might have truly wronged Yan Bugui a while ago, she opened her mouth but didn't say anything.

Dong Dani would never have guessed that Yan Bugui could be so bored that, just to prove he wasn't dreaming about meat, he would spend the early morning circling the entire Siheyuan to find the source.

Turning back to Zhang Ping'an's side, in one morning, nearly seventy mu of pasture had been cleared. In the afternoon, they would tidy up the fields, and tomorrow they would start sowing and watering.

At this time, in the large fermentation vats, all the pasture seeds were soaking inside. Zhang Ping'an added a few drops of Space Water to increase the survival rate.

The next day, bright and early, the pig farm was already bustling with activity.

"Ping'an, how long will it take to sprout?"

"The weather is good now and the temperature is high. I estimate it will take three to five days. For these two days, you all should water it diligently to ensure soil moisture."

Zhang Ping'an had also added some Space Water to the water source here. Jiang Zhenbei trusted him, and Zhang Ping'an had to give him a satisfactory result.

"Good."

"Brother Jiang, the piglets should arrive tomorrow. Has the pig farm been cleaned up?"

"It's all been cleaned up; it definitely won't delay the piglets moving in."

"Hmm, Brother Jiang, you must maintain the hygiene of the pig pens from now on. The pig manure must be cleaned up in time every day, otherwise, it's easy to breed bacteria."

"Good."

With everything arranged here, there was nothing left for Zhang Ping'an to do, so he prepared to wander around the current Modu.

"Alright, I'll arrange a Bicycle for you. Do you want me to provide a guide?"

"No need, I'll just wander around casually."

"That works."

Zhang Ping'an rode the Bicycle along the roads of Modu; he had the feeling of being in a Republican-era television drama, as Modu at this time was filled with traces of history everywhere.

Zhang Ping'an wandered aimlessly, feeling this historical charm, and before he knew it, he had walked to the side of a waste collection station.

Thinking of the knowledge about antiques he had been reading lately, Zhang Ping'an felt a stir in his heart; he wanted to see if he could pick up a bargain by relying on that knowledge.

"Young man, what do you need?"

"Sir, have a cigarette. I want to hunt for some discarded furniture and old newspapers; where are the ones that are more intact?"

"Yo, it's even a Cadre cigarette. Fine, for the sake of this cigarette, I'll point you in a direction. See, it's over there. Xiao Jia is there sorting things out; once you've picked what you want, just go to that house over there to have it weighed."

"Got it, thank you."

This time, Zhang Ping'an did not activate Space Perception, choosing instead to rely purely on his own naked eye and the knowledge he had learned. After some picking and choosing, he found a few ancient books resembling those from the Ming Dynasty and what appeared to be a stool leg made of golden nanmu.

Finally, Zhang Ping'an activated Space Perception and smiled with satisfaction: there were seven damaged ancient books, one from the Republican era, one from the previous dynasty, and the remaining five were from the Ming Dynasty.

He was not certain about the material of the stool leg, but it had history, dating back about two hundred and thirty-some years.

Carrying these items, Zhang Ping'an walked toward that house, where a man's back was visible as he sorted through things.

"Brother, please weigh these for me."

"Oh, sure."

The moment the man turned around, Zhang Ping'an was stunned; this person looked eighty percent similar to how San Jie Fu, Lao Jia, had looked when he first met him years ago, and at the same time, a sentence inexplicably appeared in his mind: Treat him well...