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Chapter 97: Go to the provincial capital to fuck the pig! (Please subscribe)

"This old man is so anxious!"

Cao Chungui rubbed the back of his hand with an embarrassed look on his face. Li Xiuzhi rolled her eyes at him, "That's right! It's not enough for you. Go get a basin and I'll help dad and the others count the money!"

"That's a lot of small money!" Xiao Wuyue also wanted to come over and have a look, but was dragged away by her father.

"Have you seen your grandpa's eyes?" He squatted down and wiped the candy from the corner of his daughter's mouth. Today, the little baby is celebrating the Chinese New Year. She eats candied haws, maltose, sorghum glutinous rice... and her belly is round!
"Grandpa's eyes... seem to be shining!" Xiao Wuyue said in surprise as she held her hand on the door frame and tilted her head, looking at Lao Cao who was concentrating on counting money.

"Isn't that right? Now Grandpa You is after money. Let's not mess with him, otherwise we will get a beating!"

Cao Chungui was so good at seducing that he didn't watch out for a cotton shoe flying over and slapping him in the face!
"piss off!"

"Eh!"

He didn't even give his wife a basin, he picked up his daughter and ran away!

The three of them talked for more than half an hour and finally counted the money. The total of roe deer meat, maltose, rice krispie treats and the money Sun Jianping earned from writing couplets was 315 yuan and 37 cents.

"Uncle Zhang, you still have one hundred yuan. This is more than four hundred yuan, which is not even close..."

The old man looked at the table full of money and let out a long sigh. Although it was not as much as he had imagined, he was still satisfied!

It’s not easy to make some money these days!
As for the remaining holes...

What else can be done? You can't eat a fat man in one bite. Let's think about it again!

Zhang Ziyi rushed in and threw the money bag to him, "Old Cao, I will give you an account. If it's too much or too little, you can't blame me!"

"Can't I blame you? I remember where did you take the two-yuan note?" Lao Cao grabbed the two corners of the money bag, fell on the kang with a crash, rummaged for a long time, and asked with his eyes widened.

Zhang Ziyi rubbed his nose and laughed, "Hey, I know you are an old man with sharp eyes and you are staring at me..."

He pulled the money bag and shook it vigorously. A two-dollar bill fluttered out of it. Zhang Ziyi picked it up and slapped it on the table, "Look, look, what is this!"

Lao Cao snatched it over, carefully smoothed the corner of the money, put it in a thick account book, and snorted angrily, "This is our life-saving money, we can't touch even a cent!"

"Hmm, I didn't know, this ink mark! I said..." Zhang Ziyi sat down, took out the cigarette basket, rolled up a cigarette, lit it and took a puff, "Looking at the new year, we are the cadres of this commune. Not everyone has to be shot!"

"Also giving gifts, our team is so broke, what can we give to others? How about you, old girl, get two sauerkraut for your Uncle Zhang later, and ask him to send it to the commune secretary? It's useless. You can't even eat it yourself." Giving gifts...what kind of big p swallows are you pretending to be..."

"Can this favor be avoided? If we don't load up the cannon, just wait for those bastards to put on our little shoes! Or let's go up the mountain to catch some roe deer, pheasants and so on..."

Zhang Ziyi doesn't think there is anything wrong with giving gifts. As the saying goes, if you don't deliver the gifts to others, who will do the work for you?

"You're still hunting roe deer. I think you look like a stupid roe deer. You have to go by yourself. Jianping, you can't go with him. It's the new year and it's hard to get into trouble..." Lao Cao acted like a stingy miser. Divide all the banknotes and coins according to their face value, put them into cloth bags, take out a money box, and carefully put the money in, the look in his eyes...

Straight up, it seems that he will fall into the eyes of money in the next second!

"Uncle Cao, Uncle Cao?" Sun Jianping deliberately shouted twice in his ear. Only then did Lao Cao react. He closed the money box, took out an old brass lock, and locked it with a click. Then he picked up the big tobacco bag and pressed the tobacco leaves into it, "It's not that I won't give gifts, but the important thing is what should I give. How about some rhubarb rice and some rice cakes to give to others. I'm afraid they won't appreciate it and stick the rice cakes on your face."

Zhang Ziyi looked at Lao Cao and then at Sun Jianping, but he was at a loss for a while. "I'll come back!" Looking at the clouds outside and the snowflakes flying, Zhang Ziyi threw the cigarette butt on the ground, took a sip, got up and walked out.

"Uncle Zhang, I'll give it to you."

Sun Jianping followed Zhang Ziyi and walked out. Lao Cao picked up the money box and got off the ground. He walked to the cabinet with his big cotton shoes, turned his head and looked out at the two of them, and let out a long sigh.

This day...

When is it a head!
"Logically speaking, this money is all earned by you in some way. The team shouldn't take this money, but you haven't seen what's going on in our team. Don't worry, Jianping. I will definitely pay it back to you when I have money in the future." …”

Sun Jianping sent Zhang Ziyi out, and Lao Zhang said apologetically. Sun Jianping smiled and shook his head, "Uncle, why are you talking foreign words? I am also a member of the collective. Don't you want me to make some money for the collective to get over this hurdle?"

Hearing this, Zhang Ziyi was so moved that his eyes were red. He put his hand on Sun Jianping's shoulder, "Good boy, I will remember your kindness in my heart!"

"Uncle, stop talking about this. You just talked about giving gifts..."

"I've thought about it, I've gone all over the mountains around our village, and I can't find any good animals. If it doesn't work, I'll go a long way, into the Daxingan Mountains..."

Zhang Ziyi is not a very courageous person. He never seems to take his own life or death seriously, but his face...

Lao Zhang is a person of public interest, and his face is more important than his fate!

Although he will take over the position of militia platoon leader after the Chinese New Year, as long as he is still the deputy captain, he will have to worry about the affairs of the team!
"If you ask me, let's not go to the deep mountains and old forests. I don't think the old sow we raise at the team headquarters is good. It will grow slowly no matter how much it eats. Let's kill it and eat it. I will go to the provincial capital next spring. Find my second uncle and get some good pig breeding..."

"Can it be done?" Zhang Ziyi's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this. Raising pigs is just like raising cattle and horses, both of which require "good breeds"!
The old sow that is being raised in the pigsty now is just because she is not good at breeding. She only eats grain and does not carry piglets, which makes everyone miserable!

"If you're in a hurry, I'll hitch a ride to the provincial capital tomorrow and I'll make sure I can get you some well-bred piglets!"

"Haha, that's great!" Zhang Ziyi patted him on the shoulder, half seriously and half jokingly, "Let's talk about this later. I'll go to the mountains tomorrow to set a few traps. If I can really get something good, I won't have to worry about it. The sow was stabbed."

After saying that, he shrank his neck, straightened his dog-skin hat, tightened the hemp rope around his waist, and hurried toward home despite the increasingly heavy snow.

Sun Jianping looked at his back and sighed quietly.

Lao Cao also came out at some point. The old man squatted down, grabbed a handful of snow, and wiped the smell of money on his hands. He pulled up his clothes and wiped them, "Jianping, what did you say about the pig kid just now?" …”

Sun Jianping hummed, and the two of them walked towards the team headquarters together, "I wrote to my uncle and he said we can go anytime."

"Can we go anytime?"

"This is the Academy of Agricultural Sciences. Isn't that what the Academy of Agricultural Sciences does!" Sun Jianping chuckled, "They are all big. They eat less and grow faster. They can grow to two hundred pounds in half a year!"

"This kid talks nonsense. If there really is such a good kid, our team will be rich!"

The two of them chatted and laughed under the increasingly heavy snowflakes, then drifted away, heading straight to the team headquarters ahead.

(End of this chapter)