"Use cornmeal for pig swill and leftover rice soup. If the conditions are not good, add a little stickhus or bran to make up for it. If pigs eat this food, they will gain a lot of fat during the New Year!"
So, is pig swill mainly made from corn? Doesn't it taste sweet?
The girl curled up in the dark dungeon couldn't help but lick her lips a few times, sweet, sweet...
"Hey, Mrs. Wang, I heard that two princes had a fight at night, and they were beaten all over their heads. The second prince went to the third prince's house alone with his injuries. I heard that after going out, he vomited a mouthful of blood, fell to the ground, and was helped back."
"Oh, really? Then why are they?"
"You still don't know what's going on. It's a pity for our lady. Originally, hey..."
"Miss, I'm not okay! I just heard that the emperor was furious about the quarrel between the brothers today. Regardless of the second prince's injury, he beat him 50 times and knocked him unconscious at noon. I heard that he just woke up and is now being released!"
"Does he have someone to help him with such a heavy rain?"
"I heard that the Second Prince angered His Majesty again after he woke up. His Majesty did not allow him to make a carriage. He was punished by not being allowed to hold an umbrella or being carried on his back. He was forced to walk back on foot..."
"But because of my marriage?"
"Yes..., Ah, miss! Miss!"
"What are you doing standing there in a daze? Why don't you hurry up and pull them over!"
Fan Qingruo had an ominous premonition in his heart...
I saw several guards dragging a bloody man. There were faint dark red traces left on the ground wherever they passed. The cyan clothes on his body were in tatters, and bloody whip marks could be seen. It was obvious that he had been raped. At this moment, his handsome face also looked extremely gray.
"Ruoruo... Cough cough cough"
Fan Qingruo felt as if her heart had been stabbed by the tip of a knife. She looked at the interviewer in disbelief. Her panic and distress made her stumble up and rush to the cell door.
Intention: stick to your heart