Ch46.2 - Obtained A Nickname (Part Two)

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Of course, the Lord himself could not be kept in the dark about what was going on in the castle. The steward whispered that the Lord had created this atmosphere, and his tone was tinged with hopelessness. The Lord's persistent rebuttal to Lance's acts failed to persuade the steward.

It wasn’t until the Lord said, “I think I’m very different from Lance. If it were me, I wouldn’t have braised rabbit meat with scallions. I’d use coriander to roast the rabbit…”

Steward: “……”

The strange and square house that the Lord had commanded people to construct below gradually took shape. Because the stewards requested a wall outside, the Lord got even more unscrupulous and requested that someone broaden the window on the wall. 

Cui QiChao often went to supervise the work in-person to see the house he would live in later. He also asked people to build several small platforms in the room for cats to jump. Of course, verbally, he said he would use it to punish the cats.

Cui QiChao even lied to everyone that he would cut open the cat’s belly and sew it up. Then, he would cure it with herbs. But all this depended on XiaoBai’s acting skills.

The structure of the Lord’s house was built, and the roof was also joined with the house. Cui QiChao sat in the room for a while to look at the house. The interior of the house which was built out of stone kept the house relatively cool. The window was also relatively large, and the orientation of the window was good. When he opened the window, the house would be bright and warm after a while.

They would divert the river flow inside the home to create a little pond. The water there might be utilized for domestic purposes by everyone in the house. A canal was almost entirely excavated.

Cui QiChao got a response from the archbishop at this time. The reliable archbishop informed him that the diocese would soon attempt to establish a trading post where people might swap brown sugar for other commodities. Northumberland’s brown sugar might be sold anonymously in exchange for the sugar-making procedure.

In addition, due to Cui QiChao’s repeated dedication to the church, the archbishop told him that now he was also somewhat renowned among the higher-ups of the church. In order to distinguish him from other people with the same name, they also gave him a nickname:

Cat Abuser Tristan.

Cui QiChao: “???” 

Cui QiChao couldn’t help but ask his favorite attendant, the agricultural official, “Why did someone give me the nickname of cat abuser?”

In the beginning, the archbishop said that he had made meritorious contributions repeatedly. He thought that even if he wasn’t given the nickname of “Divine Farmer”, he should also be given a nickname like “Insect Killer” or “Brown Sugar Madman”. The nickname, “Cat Abuser”, sounded too awful.

Besides, he was only abusing cats in Northumberland. This should only be known in his fief. How could this matter be spread outside? He didn’t mention it in his letter to the archbishop.

The agricultural official didn’t know what’s wrong. This nickname was very good! At present, the living standard was not high, there were many wars, and the nicknames of other lords were even worse. There were nicknames like One-Eyed Dragon, Bald Man, and Pockmarked Man, etc. As for the Lord’s nickname, at least it sounded slightly heroic. Since the Lord usually didn’t like hunting and war, it was impossible to give him nicknames such as “Tiger-hunting Hero” and “Dragon-slaying Warrior”. 

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It was William. Yes, it could only be William. This guy reported all his good news.

But what else could Cui QiChao do? He could only bear with it silently. 

Obviously, Cui QiChao had many longcomings, but he had been labelled as a cat abuser. It wasn’t known if the title was received because he was attributed to the church. Cui QiChao was a little disappointed. Dazedly, he walked out of the Siheyuan, and he was not in the mood to encourage the workers.

As soon as he went out, he saw serfs looking at him nearby. This scene was very common, and he didn’t mind.

Not far away, one of the farmers took a few timid steps forward. In a mosquito-like voice, he shouted, “Lord.”

Cui QiChao paused, “What is it?” 

When the freeman farmer saw that Cui QiChao instantly replied to him, the farmer was so excited that he could hardly speak.

The agricultural official rolled his eyes. “What’s the matter with you, lad? Are you looking for death?”

The farmer said, “I, my family’s sow is sick…”

The agricultural official scolded, “Go find the pig herder if it’s ill!” 

The farmer squeezed out a tear, “I looked for him, but the pig herder couldn’t help it. He said my sow couldn’t be saved unless there was a miracle or the Lord did something about it.”

Cui QiChao: “……”

The pig herder misunderstood him. Why did the pig herder think that he was good at curing pigs?

The farmer looked at the agricultural official and the Lord’s face. He hurriedly said, “Lord, please, I only have this sow, and my whole family is relying on it. If you can be merciful, I will only keep one piglet, and the rest will be given to you.” 

The agricultural official’s face looked a little better, but he still scolded and said, “Who do you think the Lord is? Is he someone who could casually look at your sow for you?”

“But milord is really the last hope of my sow…” The freeman farmer cried, “It can’t get up.”

Cui QiChao’s head ached as soon as he learned what had occurred, “Stop talking. Take  me to see what’s going on.”

The agricultural official was still grumbling to his ears, “Lord, why did you really go to see his sow? If the Lord really wants to be kind and show his superb skills——the whole of Northumberland knows that the Lord cured pigs. That’s why, Milord, please get more remuneration…” 

Despite the nagging of the agricultural official, Cui QiChao went to the freeman farmer’s house to have a look. As a freeman, his family’s conditions were much better than serfs. The houses were made of wood. In addition to pigs, there were sheep and chickens.

The only pig in the house was a sow that had just given birth. The farmer showed the Lord that the poor old sow had no strength in the back of her body and couldn’t get up. He flipped over the sow slightly and pinched the sow’s tits. Then, he said, “And here, it’s very swollen. It won’t feed the piglets. The piglets are starving.”

The agricultural official immediately scolded, “Alright, the piglets are about to die. And you said you wanted to give these piglets to the Lord.”

“……” The freeman farmer replied grimly, “I thought that the Lord can take good care of them——” 

Cui QiChao was speechless. He always wanted to say that he was not a veterinarian and could not treat animals. This time, even if he followed the farmer to his house, he didn’t think he could really cure the pig. The last time, he was like a blind cat that caught a dead rat. It was just that the freeman farmer cried so miserably and said he was the only hope of the sow… that he came over to comfort him.

As a result, when Cui QiChao saw the sow, he had an idea of what they should do.

Obviously, the pig had two problems. One was that it couldn’t stand up. It had just reproduced. Based on what Cui QiChao knew when a female human gave birth, it might be a lack of calcium and vitamins.

Another was the inflammation of the mammary gland, so it refused to breastfeed the piglets. Sucking on it would hurt the pig. As for the inflammation, Cui QiChao observed the environment and found that it was mostly because the weather was hot now, and the sanitary conditions in the house were not good enough, and… 

Cui QiChao rummaged through its feed. “You fed it a lot?”

The freeman farmer said, “Yes, this is the only old sow in our family. Thanks to Milord, life is good now. I mix its feed with a lot of food every day. Unexpectedly, it still became ill…”

“It’s not good for it to eat too much.” Cui QiChao said. If the pig ate too much, its tits wouldn’t swell up with milk. This was coupled with environmental problems, which was likely to be the real culprit of inflammation.

Alas, unexpectedly, in this age where there was no development of science, Cui QiChao could surprisingly diagnose the sow. The Divine Farmer could taste all kinds of herbs to cure people. But, as the descendant of the Divine Farmer, in this virtual plane, he cured pigs instead. 

Just like last time, he decided to try. Cui QiChao mused, “I can only give you some advice. Whether the pig recovers depends on whether God is bestowing their blessing on you.”

The farmer was ecstatic. “Thank you, Lord. Thank you, Lord.”

The calcium and vitamin deficiency would be easily remedied. They could simply alter the formula used to produce the feed and limit the amount of feed produced. Then, to replenish calcium, he could add some eggshells. Calcium and phosphorus were inextricably linked. In the meanwhile, he could add some plant ash to complement phosphorus, a nutrient that couldn’t be overestimated. Green vegetables, bran, and beans should be used to complement vitamins such as vitamin B1.

Cui QiChao pondered the topic of inflammation. In addition to cleaning up the surroundings, he reasoned that if he were treating a human, he should remove heat, de-swell, and improve blood circulation near the pig’s tits. Based on how he would treat humans suffering from the same disease, he should ground certain herbs, such as dandelion and peach kernel, and experiment with adding water. The quantity of food should also be considered. Should he additionally ask that the freeman farmer massage the swelling area of the pig’s body… 

Although Cui QiChao was not very confident inwardly, he was calm and collected on the outside. He ordered the freeman farmer to let his family find the food they needed, massage the pig and clean the pigsty. “When your pigs don’t go out often, you should always keep the residence dry and clean. Otherwise, wouldn’t the devil sprout out from the filth?”

“You’re right!” The freeman farmer felt greatly educated. While he was rubbing the pig, he said, “I will clean the pigsty frequently.”

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LJJ livestream commentary barrage: 

[After reading the reminder, I returned. Here’s a trigger warning!]

[Trigger warning! Boss Cui is going to be shy!]

[Breast-cons, please pay attention! People who are in public, beware!]

[In the latter parts of the episode, there will be a big sister revealing her breast. Please be ready to screenshot——] 

[Ha??]

[…What warning is this?]

[Fuck your mother!!!]

[I trusted your lies. I collapsed when I saw a row of pig breasts!] 

[Who is the one who said there is a big sister? Come and see if I won’t hammer you to death?!]

[I spit a mouthful of saliva. Will your Boss Cui be shy when looking at this shit? He is ashamed because he didn’t know much about veterinarian sciences, okay?]

[I’ve known about what happened in this episode, how Boss Cui reacted, and how the sow reacted.]

[Don’t mention the sow again, thank you.] 

[Is there any normal person in this livestream room? I’m reporting everyone, reporting everyone]