Isn’t it just milking? Gongsun Murong Hui, and he is also very skilled. It’s not that his profession is a milkman, but that he will learn it once.

Looking at his skillful movements, the person who brought him was surprised. He stared at him for a while and was sure that the person he picked up could really do the job well. Then he left with satisfaction. The guards also changed from six to two, and they were still milking next to him.

Labor is limited, and people cannot always be sent to stare at an outsider. If the person I picked up was milking and working alone, six people watched, and then came in rotation, what's the point?

Gongsun Murong's movements are not fast, and he can't get up even if he wants to. He will reach the speed of milking. If you are fast, the animals will not do it, but his efficiency is very high and he can breastfeed the maximum amount of milk every time.

Moreover, he can also add a little internal force to make the milk-producing animals more comfortable and the milk-producing process is smoother.

The guard next to him, and the milking man also looked at the efficiency of the person he picked up, and read from the other party's eyes, "Is this person who used to raise barbarian beasts to sell milk?"

It took about two hours to finish the milking work of 520 savage beasts. Gongsun Murong alone contracted 275 of them. This is called ability, blood is drifting, and anything is fine.

Under the slightly respectful gaze of the two, Gongsun Murong greeted him, and the animals he had just squeezed past made a cheerful sound, and they were obviously comfortable too.

When I came outside, the child who sent the felt yesterday came over and carried a basket. After the three of them washed their hands, they took out three basins from the basket, which contained cakes cooked with milk and sporadic meat.

Gongsun Murong picked it up and drank it all, standing there waiting. Sure enough, the person who led him in appeared again, and this time he took him to a place of fat livestock. He probably used it to eat meat, just like raising pigs, but the ground was not soil, but something like cement.

The person who led him to demonstrate first, using a brush and a water pipe, brushing the ground while brushing the livestock. At the same time, using the water in the water pipe to rush feces and other things into the ditches on the ground, he looked at Gongsun Murong and pointed to a set of waterproof clothes beside him.

Gongsun Murong didn't say anything, covering her clothes from bottom to top, putting on gloves, and starting work with a brush and a water pipe.

He did the same job much more easily than the demonstrations. The brush can accurately brush the dirty things on the livestock, and the ground is the same. He does not work too hard to speed up the wear of the brush and can also clean the ground.

He always wanted to release some internal force to make the livestock feel that they were being massaged, standing there comfortably without moving, and then brushing a few times. It was clean.

The two people who accompanied him and were also responsible for monitoring him were confused again, and their hands began to slow down. They discovered that watching the person they picked up work, no matter how dirty and tired the work they did, it would make people feel enjoyable. He could do a rough job to achieve artistic effect.

After three hours, the circles were cleaned up. Gongsun Murong took off his waterproof clothes, took off his gloves, and asked the two people: "What... what's the work?"

two:"……"

"You, you say me, what we say?" asked a man stutteredly.

"Simple...communication...just...just...learn." Gongsun Murong said word by word.

"Genius." The two of them sighed and took Gongsun Murong to the place where they raised their poultry. They should have changed shifts to rest or do other things, but the two of them firmly demanded to be with the person they picked up who said they were called Gongsun Wuming, and would rather work harder.

One is to feed the poultry, and the other is to clean up the fallen feathers and feces.

When others feed them, they put the food in the trough, and then let the semi-randomized poultry rush over and squeeze it to eat it themselves. Gongsun Murong sprinkles them with his hands, and they sprinkle them like the things that cross corn and sorghum, and the poultry eat them happily.

The two accompanying people were frightened again. To what extent did Gongsun Wuming sprinkle food? All the poultry in a semi-farmed fence do not need to be crowded. As long as they follow their respective movement habits, they can eat one pill, and then sprinkle it again, and they can eat another pill.

There is no time for poultry to fight, and there is no time for poultry to fight. Look at that, if the poultry can speak, you will definitely say that you are sprinkling too accurately, which is exactly the most comfortable position in the air. Regardless of speed and angle, it is so perfect.

Gongsun Murong fed each fence and fence, then fed it with water, and waited for a while, and the poultry that had finished eating had excreted, then went in to clean up. The poultry obediently moved out of the place and squeezed together to make room for it.

The two people who looked at Gongsun Murong had become numb. They suspected that the person they picked up was a professional breeder. They had good skills. When he arrived at Bikapodi, he would be very relaxed to find a job. Others were willing to hire him like this. They were efficient and did a good job, and they did not cause trouble. They had no problems with their physical strength. Although they looked a little ugly, they could still accept it comfortably without looking at their appearance.

Gongsun Murong saw that his appearance was ugly in others' eyes, but he was very handsome in the eyes of the civilized people of the Galaxy. Looking at his face gave people a feeling of intimacy, confidence and perseverance. He made his style even more outstanding when fighting.

As a person with ugly appearance and body shape, since he cannot use his appearance to be recognized, he needs to use his actions to be accepted. After finishing the poultry, he asked the two of them what else they have to do.

Then he was taken to the septic tank. Due to the limited living space, he needed to circulate water continuously, and the excrement produced by organisms should be turned into nutrients suitable for plant growth as soon as possible.

Around the septic tank, many people pointed at the dirty water in the pond with sticks, muttering words, and then the things floating on the dirty water were artificially concentrated, and then fermented in a jar, while the others were sunk to the bottom.

"Dedicate everything about me, including my life, to God, let me use God's power, and float!" This was the voice that Gongsun Murong heard. At this moment, he wanted to use his mental power to touch other people's thoughts and reactions when they acted on the stick, but he held back.

Someone handed him over a fine grid pocket and asked him to squat on the floating objects on the net next to the septic tank, then poured them into the bucket, filled a bucket and put them in the jar for fermentation.

When others recite the "spell", he carefully used the water-based magic and internal force. After each action, the floating dirty things would quickly gather in front of him. He filled a bucket with a few strokes, which was several times faster than the person who recited the spell.

Then his speed began to speed up, and the two people who accompanied him could only busy carrying the bucket back and forth, pouring a bucket into the jar. When he ran back, the new bucket was already full, and he ran over, poured it out, and ran back.

At this time, as long as you are not a fool, you know that the ugly man named Gongsun Wuming picked up had other methods, otherwise the floating objects on the dirty water would not gather so quickly, and things that should have been suspended in the water would sink to the bottom in an instant.

But everyone couldn't think of what this method was, and wanted to ask but didn't know how to speak.

In an hour, Gongsun Murong cooperated with everyone to finish the work in the septic tank for two days. After a clear understanding, it was time to eat again, a small piece of "grilled" meat, a pot of vegetables and meat, and a cake.

Gongsun Murong Suan saw that this group of people were either roasting or stewing, which was simple. The problem was that since you know how to bake pancakes, why don’t you use that pan to stir-fry? It’s okay to make teppanyaki, or just spread pancakes and fruits.

When Gongsun Murong was about to find a job to do it again, the person who brought him over took him to a room in the four-story building.

The two sat opposite each other, and the other spoke first: "Gongsun Wuming, we will arrive in three days. What do you think?"

Gongsun Murong knew the question of the name of the man named Heramadolanggan. Heramado is his name and Rangan is his position name, just like the village chief, leader, chief, etc. He also knew the other party's time calculation method, a day is equivalent to the twenty-nine hours and fifteen minutes of the Galaxy Civilization.

Hearing the other party's inquiry, he thought for a while and said, "I'm not sure yet, but I will make money to repay you first. It's best to be able to live with you for a while so that I can better understand your habits and rules."

Hearing his answer, Heramadolangan showed a happy look in his eyes. He also hoped that the person he picked up could be with them. If this person could not work, he would find a way to go to the place and send it away, making it more tactful and not expecting the other party to repay. But now this person is obviously a versatile and versatile person. He really hopes that the other party can stay and help the people who have just come to work to get more survival opportunities.

His ideas are simple, realistic and direct. He can find ways to stay and send away the bad ones, but try not to offend others.

The answer he received now was exactly what he thought. When he was happy, he hesitated and asked again: "So, Gongsun Wuming, do you want to go out to work by yourself, and come back to live with us during rest, or work with us?"

This issue involves money. Gongsun Murong chose the former, so naturally the income belongs to him. He will only take out a portion of it for everyone to use it in his life.

If you choose the latter, according to their rules, Gongsun Murong will have to hand over the money he earned to Heramadolanggan, and then Heramadolanggan will distribute it.

For others, this is a very serious issue, which determines the ownership of the fruits of labor, but will Gongsun Murong care about that little money?

However, Gongsun Murong still thought about it and then said, "Let's work together, I don't know anything, you can arrange it."

Heramadolangan's eyes lit up and he nodded vigorously: "Okay, I will assign more things to you then."

Then he hesitated again, stared at Gongsun Murong's eyes, and asked, "So, can you fight? I guess we will encounter pirates robbed recently, and they always..."

‘Buzz~~~~!’ Before he could finish speaking, a buzzing sounded, followed by a noisy noise coming in from outside.

"Enemy attack." Heramadolangan shouted and rushed out.

Gongsun Murong sat there alone and murmured: "You shouldn't ask about this matter. You will encounter an enemy after asking, right? I just came with the killing." (To be continued...)

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Chapter completed!