My village can't be like this

Chapter 298 Selling Pigs
"Zhang An, do you still have the wooden box you gave Lao Ding last time? If so, get me one."

After dinner, Chen Ze found Zhang An.

Chen Ze had seen the wooden box Ding Yi used to hold the ginseng before.

It's better looking than the ones made to order in those shops, and it hasn't been painted yet.

"It seems there are more, just wait, I'll find them for you."

As soon as Chen Ze mentioned it, Zhang An remembered it.

That wooden box was what Zhang An used to practice his hands when he was learning carpentry.

When Zhang An was practicing by himself in the space, he did a lot, and kept them all in the space.

After entering the utility room and pretending to search for a while, Zhang An came out with a wooden box.

These wooden boxes are all made of Davidia involucrata wood. Although the box is not small, it is very light to hold.

The ones that remained were the ones that Zhang An thought were acceptable, the ones he did at the beginning.

The ugly wooden box has already been used as fuel for burning.

The next day, the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month, a mountain village with misty mist.

Zhang An still had his usual routine, and he got up early in the morning to practice boxing.

However, unlike usual, Zhang An had Chen Ze beside him today.

Chen Ze was still in the stage of excitement for the past two days, and woke up this morning when he heard the big cock crowing.

Although the process of getting up is very difficult, after waking up, I want to go back and sleep for a while after waking up many times.

But the will of the excited period still supports him not to go back, after all, as long as he falls, it will be a morning.

Chen Ze struggled to get up, and at the same time cheered himself up. What the ancients could do, so could he, Chen Ze.

When Zhang An got up to wash up, he was a little surprised to see him getting up too.

"Not bad, not bad. I hope you can continue to persevere and persevere in order to see the effect."

Then the two began to warm up in the yard. Zhang An spent some time teaching Baduanjin to Chen Ze.

Zhang An learned Wuqinxi and Taoist Baduanjin from Zhang and his party, but Wuqinxi was more difficult to learn.

Compared with Wuqinxi, Baduanjin is simpler, and it doesn't take much time for beginners to learn.

Chen Ze has never learned anything before, and the only radio gymnastics he danced at school may have been forgotten.

After warming up, Zhang An punched at a normal speed and asked Chen Ze to follow suit, which was to help him deepen his impression.

Chen Ze spent a lot of time yesterday, and after typing twice today, he seems to be looking a little better.

After Chen Ze was able to finish a set of punches independently, Zhang An let him play by himself.

Zhang An, on the other hand, played with himself slowly, and began to enter the trance state of yesterday.

Zhang An found that since he had an epiphany yesterday, he himself can easily enter that state now.

Chen Ze watched Zhang An's punching slowly, thinking that maybe it would be easier to slow down, so he played slowly with Zhang An.

But they thought about Tai Chi, the slower the speed, the more difficult it is.

So after only two moves, he felt uncoordinated.

I always feel that practicing like this is like a four-dimensional thing.

In the end, he didn't follow Zhang Anxue, and ran away to play on his own.

Zhang An was still the same as yesterday, closing his eyes and concentrating.

Suddenly, he found that he could feel a warm, gas-like thing appearing in his body.

With the rhythm of his breathing, from the chest, slowly swim all the way and finally sink to the abdomen.

When Zhang An was unlucky, the qi would slowly rise towards his lungs.

And when Zhang An was trying to be lucky, the qi slowly began to swim towards his lucky place.

Could this be "Qi"?
Zhang An suddenly remembered the "Qi" Zhang and his party had told him.

Then I remembered that Zhang Xingxing had mentioned the method of how to draw "Qi" before.

Undoubtedly there is him, Zhang An finds that method of entraining Qi and starts to get lucky.

Then he discovered that this "qi" was under his deliberate traction.

From the pubic area of ​​the abdomen, walk towards the whole body, and finally return to the pubic area.

Converge on the dantian, exhale from the lungs from the inside out, turning into a breath of turbid air.

This is probably the cycle of luck mentioned in the Taoist scriptures.

Zhang An didn't know, but he planned to ask Zhang and his party later.

But I have to say that after exhaling this turbid air, the body seems to be more energetic.

After punching once, Zhang An gave up his efforts and did not continue to practice.

Prepare to take out the silver needle and continue to practice finger strength.

What he wanted to practice was not just pricking needles, he also wanted to practice flying needles.

However, he is not invincible in the East and has never practiced the Sunflower Book.

"Zhang An, if I practice like this, when will I be able to smash such a thick wooden pile like you?"

Chen Ze, who was punching repeatedly, suddenly asked.

What he wants most is to practice like Zhang An, smashing anything casually.

In that case, even if he doesn't need to do anything, he just feels good thinking about it.

"Uh, this is up to you. It may or may not work. There is no definite number."

When Chen Ze heard it, he suddenly felt that these words sounded like a sweeping monk.

When I looked back, I found that Zhang An was already seriously practicing acupuncture.

Every day, Zhang An was very serious when practicing kung fu and acupuncture, so Chen Ze didn't bother him.

Instead, he turned around and practiced the boxing techniques Zhang An taught him over and over again.

The heavens paid off, and with Chen Ze's utmost care, the thirteen Tai Chi moves he performed finally looked somewhat formal.

That is to say, there are no smart phones and circle of friends in these days.

Otherwise, Chen Ze would definitely ask Zhang An to take a picture of him and send it to the circle of friends for a show.

"Brother Zhang is practicing acupuncture?"

Suddenly, a voice came from the door.

Zhang An came back to his senses and looked up, the owner of the voice was Zhao Tiande.

Zhao Tiande is a bit strange, he is about the same age as Zhang Jianguo.

But since Zhang An drank him the last time, he insisted on calling Zhang An's brother and let Zhang An call him brother.

The most annoying thing about this person is that when he sees Zhang Jianguo, he also calls him Uncle Zhang, and when he sees Wang Fang, he calls him Auntie.

When Zhang Jianguo met him for the first time, he was immediately stunned.

Looking at Zhao Tiande, who was about the same age as him, he thought about it for a long time, and secretly thought, where did their family have such a big nephew.

But after shouting a few times in the end, Zhang Jianguo and Wang Fang had to get used to it.

"Brother Zhao is here, he's free to practice and play."

Chen Ze scoffed at this sentence, practicing for fun?

The degree of seriousness is not as good as before the college entrance examination.

If he hadn't seen those thick medical books, he would really have believed it.

When Zhang An saw Zhao Tiande coming, he put away the silver needle.

Accompanying Zhao Tiande into the house, Wang Fang also made a mug of tea when she heard Zhao Tiande was coming.

"Brother Zhao came so early, has your village already started slaughtering pigs?"

Zhang An poured tea for the few people who came with Zhao Tiande, and then said.

In general, even if the pigs are killed in the morning in the village, it will not be so early.

After all, it is winter, so everyone will not come so early. They will only go there after having breakfast at home.

Otherwise, if I went to the host's house, I would have to trouble him to prepare an early meal, which was unreasonable.

"Not yet, kill around ten o'clock, I'm just greedy for your cup of tea, so come earlier."

Zhao Tiande, the first time he came to Zhang An's house, fell in love with Zhang An's tea.

After all, Zhao Tiande is a big boss, and he must have drunk a lot of tea.

Zhang An's tea, as soon as he drank it, he knew it was not easy.

"My brother is right, I will prepare some for you to take away later."

"That's a good feeling. Your family's camellia is much better than those hundreds of thousands of teas on the market."

This is true, this tea is space tea, how can it be compared with ordinary tea.

Many tea lovers fall in love with tea just by smelling it.

But Zhang An has no plans to sell tea, one is that he is not in a hurry to spend money.

The second is that the way of selling tea is very deep, and Zhang An is not a person who likes trouble.

The two chatted for a while, and they had a very happy conversation. The tea in the cup was exhausted, and it was getting late.

Zhao Tiande was about to lead people to catch pigs, and the people in the village would wait for them any later.

Last night, after Wang Fang fed the pigs, she drove the three wild boars to the big pen below.

After all, the other pigs have to be fed for two days, so these three pigs don't need to be fed in the morning. The purpose of doing this is to prevent them from grabbing food.

And in the big circle below, it is convenient for Zhao Tiande to bring people to catch pigs.

Looking at the three wild boars that were not younger than last year, Zhao Tiande was very satisfied, which proved that Zhang An's family was well fed.

"Dad, you can roll out the scale at home."

Zhang An's family actually doesn't use a scale very often, but every time they use it, they have to borrow one.

In the end, Zhang An thought it was troublesome, so he just bought one and put it away, since it is not expensive anyway.

After a while, Zhang Jianguo carried out the scale, and Zhang An changed into dirty clothes.

Zhao Tiande came to buy pigs, unlike other pig dealers who looked at them and estimated the approximate price.Generally, the price offered by the host will be higher than that offered by the pig dealer, and then the two parties will engage in fierce bargaining.

Finally, a price that both parties think is acceptable is considered a transaction, otherwise the pig is not considered a sale.

When Zhao Tiande came to buy pigs, he couldn't estimate the price like a pig dealer. After all, he was not in this business.

So in the end, I discussed with Zhang An, and simply negotiated a unit price, and finally weighed the pigs, and counted as many as there were.

Even so, Zhao Tiande may lose some money himself.

But as the saying goes, money is hard to buy and I am willing, and Zhao Tiande is not short of that little money, so he doesn't care about it.

All I saw was Zhang An pulling a wild boar's ear out of the pen.

When you get to the side of the scale, grab the pig's ears with one hand and the pig's tail with the other.

Lift the whole pig directly and weigh it on a scale.

"240 a kilogram." Zhang Jianguo looked at some scales and wrote down the numbers.

In this way, Zhang An's weight is subtracted, which is the weight of the pig.

"Zhang An is still so fierce, such a pig can't lift it up."

"Don't mention one, this is a live pig, it's hard to mention two of them."

Although he watched it once last year, Zhao Tiande was still shocked when he saw it again this year.

In the end, the pigs that were weighed, the people brought by Zhao Tiande took a big pig cage and dragged them into a small truck.

In order to transport the three pigs, Zhao Tiande directly found a pickup truck.

Because Zhao Tiande drove a pickup truck over last year and found it couldn't fit in it, so Zhang An helped deliver one in the end.

After the last three pigs were weighed, there was a total of 710 five kilograms. Of course, there were still three Zhang An in it.

Zhang An went up to weigh himself. Today's weight is 776 kg.

The three pigs weighed nearly a thousand catties, which was really not small.

"Brother, four thousand eight hundred and seven."

The price Zhao Tiande gave to Zhang An's family for the three pigs was five yuan each, which was more expensive than the pork on the street.

That's why many people came to ask about the three wild boars, but Zhang An's family never sold them.

Because no matter how high the price they offered, it couldn't be higher than Zhao Tiande, and they were also verbose.

Although Zhao Tiande said four thousand eight hundred and seven, he finally gave Zhang An four thousand eight hundred and eighty eight.

Although Zhao Tiande is a cheerful person, he is a businessman after all, and he does care about this aspect.

"Then I wish Brother Zhao good luck every year." Zhang An did not refuse and said auspicious words casually.

Zhang An didn't even count the money, so he handed it to his mother.

After helping to load the pigs into the car, Zhao Tiande will take his people back.

Before leaving, Zhang An found a small bamboo basket and filled it with two taels of tea leaves for him to take away.

Zhao Tiande, who got the tea, was as happy as picking up a treasure.

Zhang An's tea is not easy to get. The last time he asked to buy it with money, Zhang An didn't sell it.

After selling the pig, Zhang An'an's family went to Zhang Ping's house.

Zhang An and Zhang Jianguo are going to help their family kill the New Year pig today.

Wang Fang and Su Ying are also going to help with the cooking.

As for Chen Ze, he didn't have to do anything, he was a guest invited by Zhang Jianwen.

"Anzi, how many catties do those three pigs in your family weigh?"

When Zhang An and the others passed by, everyone had already arrived.

Now just wait for the water to boil, and then the pig can be brought out to the case.

Zhang An's family sells pigs today, and many people know about it, so they came late.

"Guess what." Zhang Jianguo didn't say directly.

"That pig of yours is not small. I think it must weigh eight to nine hundred pounds in total."

"It shouldn't be that big, about eight hundred catties."

"I think it's more than that, no matter how you say it, it will cost more than nine hundred catties."

"You know a hammer. The pork is firm and must have weight. Even if it's less than a thousand catties, it's not much worse."

In the end, Lin Youde came out and said something.

Last year, Zhang An's pigs were killed by him, and he also unloaded them. He has more pigs than anyone else.

"Hey, professional, less than a thousand catties, 970 four."

Zhang An gave Lin Youde a thumbs up and said.

"I don't obey anyone in the whole village, except my old sister-in-law's ability to raise pigs."

"Not to mention anything else, the pigs raised together are fattened by their pigs."

Mention this matter, no one said anything.

In this era, no one feeds pig feed, but feeds pigs with grass roots and corn noodles.

So basically the pigs raised by everyone are in their early [-]s.

Well-fed, [-] to [-] catties, and people who are more than [-] catties can be counted on one hand.

It's not that they can't raise them, but then they have to hang someone on the pig every day.

It is impossible in the countryside, and everyone is busy.

When I am not busy, I feed three tons in the morning, noon and evening.

When I get busy, I basically feed them a meal before going to work, and then they all go in with a pile of pig dishes.

Wait until you come back from the field in the evening and feed it again.

Who can have extra free people to feed pigs, it doesn't exist.

Everyone was bragging while waiting for the water to boil.

Since tap water became available, it was much easier for everyone to kill pigs without carrying water.

Otherwise, when pigs were slaughtered in the past, at least five or six people would be enough to carry water.

"The water is boiling, ready to lift the pig."

Soon, Huang Erye, who was in charge of boiling water, called out.

Everyone who was bragging just now got up immediately and followed Zhang Ping to the pigsty to chase the pigs.

Seven or eight people, each with one ear and one pig's foot, easily lifted a whole pig to the desk.

After everyone pressed firmly, Lin Youde wiped the butcher's knife.

The white knife went in and the red knife came out, decisively ending the old life of the second senior brother.

This year Zhang An didn't go to the theater, but took a kitchen knife and shaved pig hair with everyone.

Not only him, Zhang Ping and Zhou Yang were also scratching.

These jobs, they have to start learning to do when they are young.

Otherwise, when the previous generation gets old, there will be no one to do it.

There is not much time to shave the pigs that have been scalded.

So generally speaking, killing a big pig requires several people to shave at the same time, and the shorter the time to shave, the better.

Otherwise, when the permed area gets cold, it will be difficult to blow it up, especially this winter.

And when shaving, don't be in a hurry, if you shave too fast, you may not be able to shave cleanly.

When scraping, you should push it back in the direction of the pig hair, otherwise it will be easy to break the root and it will be difficult to clean.

This was Zhang An's first time shaving a pig, and he was not used to it, very unfamiliar.

However, under the guidance of the elders next to him, Zhang An soon got better and mastered the skills.

There are young people joining this year, and the time to shave is a bit longer than before, but it didn't take too long.

After the pig hair was shaved clean, Lin Youde took a big knife and prepared to disembowel him.

From the time of slaughtering the pig, Zhang An had been paying attention to where and how Lin Youde used the knife.

After all, there are so many animals raised in the space, he thought he had to learn it too.

In the future, if you want to eat anything, you can use a knife yourself.

Disemboweling is a technical job, which requires a certain grasp of the structure of pigs.

And there are also requirements for the strength of the knife, neither too deep nor too shallow.

If it is too deep, it will easily break through the internal organs, if it is too shallow, it will not be able to break through the fat of the pig.

Finally, taking and unloading meat is also technical work, which requires more practice.

The ancients often said that 360 lines can lead to the number one scholar, which is not wrong.

Just relying on the business of butchering pigs, with good skills, the whole process of killing pigs is pleasing to the eye, and the speed is also fast.

The technology is mediocre, the speed is slow, the time is long, and the meat after unraveling is not good-looking.

Before the pork was unloaded, Lin Youde brought the offal and some internal organs into the water, and asked everyone to deal with it first.

These things are like the protagonists in a pig-killing meal.

Although many restaurants in the city have pig-killing rice, it is not as authentic as the ones in the countryside, and it does not have that taste.

It is because of their materials that many parts are missing.

After all, it was not the pigs they slaughtered themselves in the restaurant, and the ingredients were all bought at the meat stall.

The house is still cooking, and the annual meat division is about to start outside.

The old uncle kept the meat his family needed this year, and the rest was sold to everyone.

Although many people want to buy from Zhang An's house, there are also many people from the old uncle's house.

Your family has three catties, and mine has five catties. Soon, half a piece of pork will be gone.

(End of this chapter)