Master Zhang is indeed an acquaintance from all over the country. As soon as he got off the car, even his seventh cousin laughed:
"Pork maker, you haven't lost your skills yet!"
"Ouch!" Master Zhang was also quite surprised: "Uncle Song, why are you here?"
The seventh cousin pretended: "Oh, I am annoying at my old age. I come back to cook for my children and hope that someone will take care of me in old age."
It would be more like not to be smug when you speak.
Master Zhang quickly told Song Tan: "Girl, I don't want your money for this. Please give me a meal and let me try old Uncle Song's cooking. I haven't eaten this for many years."
When the seventh cousin heard this, his hair almost trembled! At this moment, he said reservedly: "No, no, no, you have to collect the money. It's necessary to keep food."
In the village, keeping food is a basic operation.
Song Tan also laughed: "I originally planned to keep you."
However, it was almost noon now, so she said, "Master Zhang, should we do it now, or after lunch?"
Before Master Zhang could speak, the seventh cousin spoke first: "Now now! How much effort can a pig have? I plan to drink two cups with him at noon."
Song Tan:......
It's really unfortunate for the little wild boar to meet the king. Not only does it have to sacrifice its body at the end of the year, but there is no anesthetic for sterilization at the moment, and people don't take it seriously!
She remembered that when she was at work, Huo Xueying's cat had to be sterilized, which required eight hours of food and water deprivation, respiratory anesthesia, and anti-inflammatory injections afterward! There are also ointments applied.
Because it is a male cat, it is cheaper, and it cost 400 yuan!
And the little wild boar——
Just don’t mention it.
Master Zhang nodded: "Okay, where is the pigsty? Come two strong men to help catch the piglets."
After he finished speaking, he looked at the fat and white Zhang Yanping.
Zhang Yanping perked up: Catching pigs is exciting!
The numb one followed. Song Sancheng made tea for someone and didn't even have time to serve it, so he hurriedly followed.
After walking out the door and walking around to the back mountain, Master Zhang was still a little envious: "Oh, it's great to build the pigsty here. It doesn't affect the image of the village, and it doesn't have any taste."
What could it taste like? Zhang Wang's family on the mountain is simply too diligent. They come to pull pig manure every day. The newly purchased electric three-wheel is made smooth and smooth by him. In the shade of the mountain, there is an incredible amount of fertilizer piled up.
Moreover, Zhang Wang's family is really meticulous in their work. They planted peach trees and watermelons on the mountain. The space is not big, so he moved all the dung piles to his own land next to it.
The field was full of wild kudzu that his family had deliberately kept, and for this reason he accidentally buried a few kudzu vines.
In short, as soon as the piglets in the pig pen heard the human voice, they immediately began to moan, which made Master Zhang look hot: "This pig is so strong!"
I couldn't help but ask her again: "When will the pigs be killed and will they be sold? I will buy more then."
It's not that Song Tan is unwilling to sell it to fellow villagers, but at this price, most people really can't afford it.
She then sighed: "I don't know how much is left. This was all booked in advance. The price is high and there are rules on what to eat every day, so we just kept some for ourselves."
What?
Master Zhang was surprised again: "This piglet is so big and so big and so big?"
"Oh, no wonder people say that if people who are good at reading are more capable, they can sell things better than us."
That is.
Zhang Yanping followed Digu:
Not only was it a strong seller, it was also expensive. He wouldn't believe that this pork was worth less than 50 pounds per pound by the end of the year.
Of course, if the price of pork outside increases, it will definitely rise accordingly.
Several people were talking here, and Dabai poked his head out from the bushes. The little yellow hat was particularly obvious. A pair of beady eyes carefully looked at everyone. Not only did they not look majestic, but they looked a little wretched.
The king seemed to be a little cautious after being raised in the previous owner's house. Now when he saw a group of people coming over, he easily kept quiet so as not to scare others.
But after a while, the grass swayed a few times, and it ran away quietly again.
Song Tan glanced at it and found that he was heading towards the back mountain. He knew he was on patrol, but didn't take it seriously.
And here, after everyone commented on the two black, three white and five domestic pigs, they finally turned their attention to the little wild boar.
The little wild boar was burrowing unwillingly into the empty pig food bowl. When it saw someone coming over, it didn't need to rush it, and it tried its best to pull at the person through the railing.
Master Zhang originally wanted to instruct Song Sancheng and Zhang Yanping to go in and pick up the pig, but before he could say anything, Song Tan jumped in, then put his arms around him and put the piglet into his armpit. Jumped out again.
The flowing clouds and water are extremely smooth, and he looks very experienced...
cough.
Anyway, the piglet was brought out, and Song Tan asked: "How to do it?"
Song Sancheng and Zhang Yanping quickly stepped forward, one to catch the front hooves and the other to catch the hind hooves: "Yan Ping, you have to hold it tight! Otherwise, there will be nothing you can do if the pig runs away!"
Most people do this work in a pig pen because they are afraid that the pigs will run away. But there are other pigs in this pigsty, so in order to prevent them from being affected, they should be released outside.
Zhang Yanping nodded solemnly, and then put the little wild boar on its back on the ground.
The little wild boar seemed to have a premonition that something bad was going to happen, and it was struggling desperately and hissing, and the sound was particularly miserable.
Song Tan stood aside and watched Master Zhang take out a blade from his bag.
Real blade.
It was the same old-fashioned razor blade that her father and grandfather used to have. She suddenly remembered that two yuan could buy a whole box...
Then he took out a plastic bottle, poured an alcohol cotton ball out of it, and wiped the pig's balls.
The coolness of the alcohol made the little wild boar scream more and more fiercely, but it was really too small. Even if it had the strength, the two big men couldn't struggle to hold it down!
But Song Sancheng laughed: "You're becoming more particular now. I remember inviting you to my house many years ago, and the pig moved just by holding it down."
Master Zhang smiled: "The conditions were poor before, but now this thing is not expensive. I just went to the drugstore to buy it this morning. It costs two yuan a bottle, and there is also a bottle of iodophor cotton balls."
"You can take it home when you're done."
He picked up the blade and was about to strike as he got closer. Song Tan's brows jumped and he quickly reached out and touched the little wild boar's head.
Wisps of spiritual energy seeped in, and the little pig, which was still struggling in fear, suddenly became dizzy. Its eyes were narrowed, and the whole pig's face showed a sense of peace and happiness.
At this moment, Master Zhang's hands were like lightning! He quickly drew a line of blood on the left and right balls.
Without throwing away his years of craftsmanship, he threw away the blade, pinched his balls with his thumb and index finger, and then squeezed hard——
"biu."
The two small round things inside were squeezed out directly.
