bigabreads Chapter 150 But her older brother pressed her against the edge of the trough... Chapter Go Feed You
Chapter 150 But her older brother pressed her against the edge of the trough... Chapter Go Feed You
On the 26th day of the twelfth lunar month, pigs are slaughtered and meat is prepared for the New Year.
This was the liveliest day in the Northwest, but for Magistrate Fang, it was no better than being killed.
The wind and snow were dark and gloomy, and the world was a vast expanse of white.
A gaunt, bald donkey, carrying an equally gaunt Magistrate Fang, trudged along the dirt road leading to Zhao Family Village. The clerk, Sun, hunched over, led the donkey, his old face as purple as an eggplant from the cold.
"Sir, we've arrived... Zhao Family Village is just ahead."
Master Sun pointed ahead.
Magistrate Fang laboriously lifted his eyelids, which were covered with ice crystals.
The expected ruins and starving people did not appear. Instead, Zhao Family Village, which was once so poor that even rats walked away with tears in their eyes, is now surrounded by a tall, whitewashed wall.
Inside the walled compound, there were no cries of villagers, but instead, a faint, enticing aroma of food wafted through the air…
"Gurgle—"
Magistrate Fang's stomach let out a thunderous protest.
"Quickly! Help me inside!"
Magistrate Fang's eyes turned green with envy. He tumbled off the donkey and scrambled toward the half-open gate.
"I'm here to inspect taxes! Where's the Zhao family patriarch? Tell him to get out here! Bring me all the best wine and food!"
However, the moment he rushed through the door, he was completely stunned.
nobody.
In the vast village, not a single person could be seen.
Instead, rows of neat, spacious, bright houses, some even with glass windows, were built.
Those houses weren't inhabited by people, but by plump, white pigs that were grunting and squealing.
Even worse, a warm wave rushed towards us.
The pigsties here... actually have underfloor heating?!
Magistrate Fang walked shakily to a pigsty, reached out and touched the smooth, warm tiled wall. He then looked down at the automatically circulating water tank, which was filled with clear, warm water.
"This...this is a pigsty?"
Magistrate Fang's voice trembled as he pointed at the old sow who was comfortably lying on a pile of hay, basking in the warmth of a "bath heater" light:
"This treatment... is even better than what I receive in my private quarters?"
"Sir, look at that feeding trough..."
Master Sun swallowed hard and pointed to the overflowing pig feed trough.
Magistrate Fang leaned over to take a look, and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
That's not swill.
That was clearly translucent pearl rice, mixed with chopped fresh vegetables, and even exuded a rich milky aroma—it was a special nutritious meal with added milk and eggs!
"Pearl rice...mixed with milk?"
Magistrate Fang reached out with trembling hands and grabbed a handful from the pig trough.
It's hot.
The rice grains are plump, the vegetable leaves are emerald green, and the aroma is irresistible.
He looked at the handful of pig feed in his hand and then remembered the cold steamed bun that had broken his tooth that morning.
The feeling of "collapse" completely shattered the last bit of dignity he had as an official of the imperial court.
"Wow--!!!"
Magistrate Fang knelt at the entrance of the pigsty, holding a handful of pig feed in his hands, and wailed loudly:
"I...I'm living a life worse than a pig!"
"Is there any justice in this world?! Even pigs get special supplies, while I, an official, am left to starve!"
Driven by extreme hunger and psychological distress, he inexplicably stuffed the pig feed into his mouth.
Really fragrant.
Soft, chewy, and with a rich milky flavor.
While weeping, Magistrate Fang, like a starving ghost, lay down by the pig trough and began fighting with the old sow for food.
Just then.
Footsteps came from the observation corridor at the other end of the pigsty.
"Shh—Sir, someone's coming!"
Startled, Master Sun covered Magistrate Fang's mouth and dragged him behind a half-height partition wall.
Magistrate Fang, with half a mouthful of pig feed still in his mouth, stared wide-eyed out through the crack.
A man and a woman walked down the spotless observation corridor.
The woman was wrapped in a snow-white fox fur cloak, holding a notebook in her hand, and was writing something down with her head down.
Even in this place filled with the smell of livestock, she remained as clean as a white lotus blooming in the snow, not even a speck of dust on the soles of her shoes.
It was Su Wan.
The man walking beside her was tall and burly, wearing a black, tight-fitting leather jacket with the collar open, revealing his bronze muscles.
Like a lion surveying its territory, his gaze was always fixed on the woman beside him, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.
That's Qin Lie, the eldest son of the Qin family.
"Brother, look at this breeding pig, it's growing really well."
Su Wan stopped in front of a special pigsty, pointing to a large, black boar inside, its muscles bulging and its head pushing against the bars, her tone tinged with satisfaction:
"This breed has been improved quite well; low body fat percentage, powerful hind legs... wow!"
Before she could finish speaking, Qin Lie scooped her up in his arms.
"Watching pigs?"
Qin Lie's large hand gripped her lower back, pressing her directly against the cold glass of the observation window.
"Jiaojiao".
His voice was deep and hoarse, carrying a strong aura of male hormones, which sounded particularly dangerous in this pigsty filled with primal reproductive desires.
"Why are you looking at a pig instead of the big man right next to you?"
"Is it as strong as its older brother?"
"Does it have the strength of its older brother?"
"Brother! This is a pigsty!"
Su Wan blushed and her heart raced at his sudden action, and the booklet in her hand fell to the ground with a "thud".
She tried to push him away, but when her hand touched his burning chest, it felt as if she was being sucked in.
"What happened to the pigsty?"
Qin Lie not only didn't let go, but actually took another step closer.
His tall frame completely covered her, trapping her between himself and the glass wall.
Behind her was cold glass, and in front of her was a scalding hot man.
On the other side of the glass, the several-hundred-pound boar was panting heavily, staring at them with its beady black eyes.
This feeling of being "spyed on" made Su Wan's legs go weak.
"This place... is filled with the smell of that stuff."
Qin Lie lowered his head, his nose brushing against Su Wan's neck, and took a deep breath of her orchid fragrance, as if cleansing his sense of smell with her scent:
"It smells like everyone's in heat."
"Jiaojiao, smell this..."
He grabbed Su Wan's hand and forced it onto his belt buckle:
"My brother got angry just smelling this."
"Even this pig knows to nudge a pretty sow when it sees her..."
"When the eldest brother saw Jiaojiao... he also wanted to seduce her."
"Qin Lie! You...you shut up! You're a human, not a pig!" Su Wan was so ashamed and indignant that she felt like she was going to die. This rough man was talking nonsense without any restraint.
"Here, who cares whether someone is a human or a pig?"
Qin Lie chuckled, a flame of possessiveness flickering in his wild eyes.
He suddenly bent down, picked Su Wan up, and sat her on the windowsill of the observation window.
"Don't move."
He held down Su Wan's kicking calves, and his rough, large hand slid along the edge of her skirt and forcefully slipped inside.
"It's dirty here."
"Jiaojiao, don't look at those dirty things."
"Look at the eldest brother."
As he spoke, he took out a wet wipe of some unknown material from his pocket and slowly wiped Su Wan's little leather shoes, which had gotten a little dusty from walking around.
He was performing the most humble act of shining shoes, yet his eyes were so fierce they looked like he wanted to devour someone.
"Did you see the words on that bucket?"
As Qin Lie wiped her ankle, he pressed firmly on Su Wan's sensitive ankle bone with his calloused finger.
"I write."
The county magistrate, who was hiding in the shadows, followed Qin Lie's gaze.
A pink sticky note was visible on the automatic feeding bin not far away.
The above is Su Wanjuan's neat handwriting: 【Add eggs to pig feed today; pay attention to nutritional balance.】
Next to that note, someone had written a line of large characters in bold, black charcoal strokes, the ink penetrating the paper:
[You're too delicate to lift buckets! Anyone who dares to make her work, I'll chop them up and feed them to the pigs!]
The handwriting was wild and messy, exuding a palpable sense of both menacing intent and doting affection.
"I saw it...I saw it..." Su Wan's voice was as soft as water. Her ankles were being squeezed so hard that they went numb, and she could only lean helplessly against the window frame.
"Good that you've remembered it."
After wiping his shoes, Qin Lie casually tossed the wet wipe into the trash can.
He straightened up, once again shrouding Su Wan in his shadow.
"The work in this pigsty is for the lowest of the low."
"Jiaojiao's hands..."
He grabbed Su Wan's small, white, delicate hands, brought them to his mouth, and took one of her fingertips into his mouth.
The tip of my tongue rolled over it, carrying a rough, moist heat.
"It's for my older brother... to cool him down."
"Well……"
Su Wan gave a soft hum, and the electric sensation from her fingertips made her tremble all over.
"Big brother...not here..."
"Where to?"
Qin Lie released her fingers, a wicked smile playing on his lips, his gaze sweeping across the glass window at the boar diligently rooting up the cabbage:
"To the car?"
"Or...is it in the breeding room next door?"
"I heard the soundproofing there is so good that even if Jiaojiao screams until her throat is hoarse... no one will hear her."
"You...you scoundrel!"
"I'm a rogue."
Qin Lie chuckled softly, the sound vibrating from his chest, making Su Wan feel flustered and confused.
He scooped Su Wan down from the windowsill, wrapped her back in his arms, and covered her completely with his cloak.
"Come on, I'll take you back."
"It smells too strong here, don't let it bother Jiao Jiao."
"Go back... your older brother will feed you something good."
"Something even tastier than this pearl rice..."
He emphasized the word "eat" meaningfully, then put his arm around Su Wan and strode away.
Only a lingering, tense, ambiguous atmosphere remained in the air.
……
Only after the footsteps of the two men had completely disappeared did Magistrate Fang dare to climb out from behind the partition wall.
He slumped to the ground, looking at the feed bucket that still had the "Do Not Lift Bucket" sign, and then at the handful of unfinished pig feed in his hand.
"Heh...hehe..."
Magistrate Fang let out a laugh that was more like a grimace.
"What...what terrible things have I done to deserve this?!"
People raise pigs to eat meat.
"The Qin family raises pigs... just to keep that young lady entertained?!"
"This isn't a pig farm...this is clearly Boss Qin's backyard!"
Just then, a glittering gold card was handed to him.
"Sir, please stop crying and wipe your mouth."
Master Sun sighed and stuffed the card into Magistrate Fang's hand:
"This is a 'poverty alleviation card' from the Qin family for you."
"Uncle Qin said that you are, after all, a local official. Even though you are poor, you can't really starve to death in the pigsty."
"Take this card to the canteen in Wolf Fang Town ahead, and you can get a bowl of 'love porridge'."
Magistrate Fang's hands trembled as he clutched the card.
The card featured a cute cartoon portrait of Su Wan, smiling broadly.
On the back of the card, there is a line of small, gold-embossed text:
[Qin's Group reminds you: Work hard and strive to live a life like a pig as soon as possible.]
"puff--!!!"
Magistrate Fang could no longer hold back; his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
In the instant before he fainted, only one thought remained in his mind:
This official position... is better left unfulfilled!
If only I could be reincarnated as a pig in the Qin family...
That would be wonderful.