Xie Rongen has always been close to his sister Xie Rongzhao. Now that his parents and brothers are not around in the capital, he naturally loves to be closer to his sister.
"Fourth brother, do you think if our mountain becomes rich, will we be able to attract hares and pheasants?"
The pheasant is not necessarily that delicious. For children, it is simply a rare thing. Moreover, the pheasant looks much prettier than the domestic chickens.
How did Xie Rongen know this? Just to make his sister happy, he followed her and said: "It will definitely happen. I will take you hunting in the future."
Liu Ruolan heard that someone was killing pigs and selling meat at the foot of the mountain, so she sent Wang Zizhen to buy it. However, before she even left the house, Xie Rongen and others heard about it. They got together and went down the mountain in a lively manner.
The basket in Wang Zizhen's hand was also snatched by Xie Rongen, and she jumped out.
Wang Zizhen smiled and shouted: "You can't buy meat with just a basket and no money!"
"We know that we should be the first to line up, otherwise the good meat will be gone."
Wang Zizhen followed them with a smile, telling them to slow down from time to time.
Cheng Jingzhou didn't like the excitement in the past, but in the six months since he came to the capital, he spent most of his time studying hard on the mountain. Now that he heard that he could go down the mountain to watch the excitement, he felt excited.
Along the way, he held Xie Rongzhao's little hand without any hesitation.
Xie Zhou's eyes flashed, and after thinking about it, he felt that this was not the capital, and there were not so many rules, so he let them do it.
After Liu Dalang gave a few reminders, he didn't see them restraining themselves, so he simply pretended to be blind. Who made these two people have a good relationship?
It turned out that the tenants, the Song family, were killing pigs. Their family had been doing well over the past year and had raised two pigs. Now, if they kill one pig, they can sell it for some money. The remaining pig will not be killed until the next year.
The farmers at the foot of the mountain all knew that the owner lived on the mountain. When they saw several young masters coming down the mountain, they naturally couldn't help but praise them.
"Uncle, how much does this pork cost?"
“If you want to eat, young master, just point to the place and take it directly from wherever you want, no money required!”
This year, the Song family has benefited the most.
The boys of the Song family took turns collecting firewood and delivering it to the capital. At first, it was delivered once every other day, and later it was changed to delivering a large cart every five days.
In addition, the Song family also has two boys who work together in the mountains and can earn 300 cash a month. This is real income. The two boys are 600 cash.
Moreover, during the Dragon Boat Festival and the Mid-Autumn Festival, the boss also distributed some rice grains. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, they even gave out a braised chicken and two boxes of moon cakes, but everyone was in a hurry.
Cheng Jingzhou replied: "If we don't need money, then we might as well go to the town and buy it."
The old man Song was startled, and then he said honestly and honestly: "Then according to what the young master said, which piece of meat do you like?"
Cheng Jingzhou knows how to eat meat, but he doesn't know how to buy it.
Liu Dalang stood up and pointed to a piece of pork and said, "We want five kilograms of pork belly and some pork ribs. If no one wants these pig's trotters, we'll take them too."
Old Man Song went crazy when he heard the Coca-Cola.
Originally, I was worried that the pork would not be sold out, so I asked my eldest son to get half a fan of pork to sell in the town. This is a good idea and saves trouble.
After cutting the meat, Wang Zizhen also came down.
"You guys are running fast, let me see what you bought."
The pig's trotters are still being chopped, so Cheng Jingzhou hasn't paid yet.
After Wang Zizhen took a look, he added: "I want that piece of tenderloin too, and another twenty kilograms of pork belly. These five kilograms are not enough. How many ribs were just weighed? If no one wants the rest, then we will I want all the ribs.”
The corners of Old Man Song's mouth almost reached behind his ears.
As expected, the boss is still generous.
Wang Zizhen asked for a few extra kilograms of pork suet to go back to refining.
At this time, more than half of a pig was sold.
Farmers don’t like to eat pork ribs and think it’s not cost-effective.
Those bones can't be eaten or refined into oil, so how can there be any fat flavor?
Wang Zizhen put tenderloin and a few pig's trotters in her basket. Old Man Song took out a clean basket for them to use, and Chang Sheng consciously carried it on his back.
Fang Ping didn't grab the job, and was still a little depressed. He muttered to himself: "I am the master's servant, how can I still be robbed of my job!"
Changsheng felt that he was two years older and taller and stronger, so he consciously memorized this. This made Xie Rongen feel that his strength was useless.
After buying the pork, I thought that today was not a market day in the town, so I had no intention of going out anymore.
The village is also lively today. The Song family is killing pigs and selling meat. There is also a family who makes a living by making tofu. At this time, they have also set up a stall in front of their house, and there are many people lining up in front.
The villagers live frugally. They can buy two kilograms of meat and eat it for several meals. They stew the meat with tofu. In the end, the tofu tastes like meat and is very fragrant.
Because the Song family sells pork today, they specially made an extra plate of tofu here, hoping to take advantage of this opportunity to make more money.
Wang Zizhen also saw a tofu seller and thought that if she ate pots in the winter, tofu would be indispensable.
They were about to go to the tofu stall when Old Man Song gave Fang Ping a small bundle of green onions and threw several heads of garlic into his backpack.
This was also a sign of gratitude from the villagers. Wang Zizhen thanked her and took her children to buy tofu.
Wang Zizhen knew that the host family loved to eat tofu, and it was also good to eat in winter. According to the northern method, she made a pot of cabbage stew with tofu in it, which was fragrant and warming.
"We want all the remaining tofu. Maybe you can send it to the mountains?"
In fact, there was not much tofu left, not even half a plate.
Wang Zizhen was still wondering whether this little tofu could be eaten twice.
After all, the population is large, and even adults can eat it.
"Sure, no problem. I'll ask my eldest son to take you up the mountain."
Tofu is hard to handle, so it would be okay if it was just one or two pieces. With so much tofu, Wang Zizhen was afraid that it would break again.
At noon that day, everyone in the villa, from master to servant, ate steaming cabbage, pork and tofu stew.
Liu Ruolan thought the tofu was good, so she might as well have another plate brought up tomorrow, and then asked Wang Zizhen and the others to help fry most of the tofu. Later, it could be eaten as a stew or shredded green onions as a salad.
Xie Rongzhao and Xie Rongen ventured out together in the evening. Anyway, they were the two of them who had the most free time and didn't have to be forced to study or write articles.
"Fourth brother, someone seems to be coming over there."
This came directly from the mountains to the west. Could it be that they went up the mountains to hunt and therefore traveled far away?
Xie Rongen knew that this hilltop was now private property, so he immediately picked up his bow and arrow and walked forward, signaling Guobao to hide behind him.
"Who are you? This is the boundary of Fuyuan Villa, don't go any further!"
(End of chapter)
