Siheyuan, He family.
Qin Huairu acted like a spoiled child for a rare time today and wanted to eat braised pork.
Of course, He Yuzhu was satisfied with this small request.
There are still dozens of kilograms of pigs in the system space, which are left over from the last meat sale.
Just take out some from it and it will be enough for two people.
After eating and drinking, He Yuzhu thought about selling the pigs in the system space.
This thing is not needed in the steel rolling mill, and it is a waste to leave it there all the time.
Moreover, those big piglets I bought last time are almost growing up now, and the pigs will get into the water more and more.
He rummaged through the house and found a bamboo basket with a lid, and He Yuzhu carried it out.
He is going to the pigeon market.
Pigeon City is a mixed bag of fish and dragons, and it’s the best place to sell pigs.
This bamboo basket carries the manuscript, and when the pigeon market comes, you can take it out directly.
When he arrived at the pigeon market, He Yuzhu was not in a hurry to set up a stall, but wandered around for a while.
He found that today's pigeon market was busier than usual, and there were more people selling calligraphy and paintings.
People who come here are very careful, there is no noise on the street, even if they are buying and selling things, they are whispering.
He Yuzhu found a place where no one was and squatted down.
Nowadays, the sewers in space include pig blood, pig heart, pig lung, etc.
The price of pig heads is a bit high, and even if they are taken out, no one may buy them.
Pig blood is not easy to process either. I don’t have a basin or a bag.
I can only sell some pig hearts, pig lungs, pig intestines and so on.
People in Laosijiucheng like to eat braised food, and many like to cook it at home.
So these things should sell well.
Thinking of this, He Yuzhu had an idea and took a lot of water from the space into the bamboo basket.
Because the bamboo basket has a lid, I don’t have to worry about people around me noticing anything unusual.
As soon as He Yuzhu opened the bamboo basket, a middle-aged man came to ask for the price.
"Comrade, what's the price of your large intestine?"
There were really not many people selling pigs in the pigeon market, and soon two more people came around.
He Yuzhu moved the bamboo basket in front of him and said with a smile: "Large intestine is one yuan and five yuan a pound."
"One dollar and five dollars?" the middle-aged man muttered.
The price is quite normal. The price of large intestine is higher than that of normal pork.
"Is your large intestine fresh?"
He Yuzhu smiled: "It must be fresh. The goods just shipped out this afternoon have been processed. If you don't believe me, see for yourself."
Although these sewers are stored in the space, they are always kept fresh.
The middle-aged man squeezed it with his hands and nodded with satisfaction.
"It's fresh enough, your large intestine is fine."
"I bought a stale hen here a few days ago, and I stewed it all night when I went home." The middle-aged man said with emotion.
Old hen?
Spend the night?
He Yuzhu's heart moved, and he felt that this operation was somewhat familiar.
But he didn't answer the question, but asked: "Brother, do you want it?"
"Yes, give me two pounds."
The middle-aged man opened a ticket for He Yuzhu and made three yuan.
"Comrade, I want all your dirty laundry, can it be cheaper?"
Soon, another person came to buy water, but this person was a bit rich, so he opened his mouth to wrap it up.
He Yuzhu glanced at him with some surprise. He was thin and not tall, so he didn't look like a rich man.
The man grinned and said, "I cook it in dry braised food. Your water looks good. Sell it to me."
"Of course, but I have a lot of braised food. I'll charge you thirty-five in total."
Hearing this, the man looked through the bamboo basket, then stood up and lifted it.
"No problem, thirty, that's all I brought."
Good guy, you cut off five yuan with just one mouthful?
As expected of someone who opens a store and does business, he is really ruthless in bargaining.
He Yuzhu waved his hand without thinking: "I'm definitely worth thirty-five dollars, and I'll give you a discount of one dollar at most."
He Yuzhu would be able to save some trouble if these things were rounded up, but he couldn't accept losing five yuan at a time.
The man smiled and didn't feel embarrassed.
"I really don't have that much money, how about I give you thirty, plus these white noodles?"
There were several bags of Fuqiang powder beside the man, probably planning to go back to making cakes.
He Yuzhu glanced at it and nodded.
"Okay, sell it."
He Yuzhu took the pig out of the bamboo basket and put it into the man's bag.
The quality of these sewers is excellent, and men are getting a bargain.
"Brother, if you have any more fish in the future, remember to sell it to me and I will collect a lot of it." The man braised and cooked, he also knew the goods, so he could tell that this was good stuff.
"Come on, I'm not stable."
After the man left, He Yuzhu put the flour into the bamboo basket and then stored it in the system space.
It is best to sail the ship of ten thousand years with caution, and it is best to have a steady hand.
Carrying a bamboo basket on his back, He Yuzhu was about to go home when he saw an old man pulling a three-wheeler.
There is a wooden deck chair on the tricycle. Although it looks a bit plain, if you look closely, you can see that the carvings on it are extremely high-quality.
It's a good thing at first glance.
It's very nourishing to buy this when you take it home and lie down with nothing to do.
"Uncle, are you selling this chair?" He Yuzhu didn't know anything about antique calligraphy and painting, but he simply thought this chair was pleasing to the eye.
Hearing this, the old man stopped the tricycle, looked at He Yuzhu and said, "Yes, my family was short of money, so I sold it."
After a pause, the old man continued: "This is from Huanghuali, which is not common."
Huanghuali?
He Yuzhu almost couldn't hold back his laughter.
How come you tell someone selling chairs that they are huanghuali?
Judging from the uncle's clothes, he must be a fastidious person.
But as soon as I opened my mouth, I smelled like Liulichang.
"Huanghuali? Forget it, I definitely can't afford it."
Although He Yuzhu doesn't understand antique calligraphy and painting, he has heard of Huanghuali.
Seeing that He Yuzhu was about to leave so simply, the old man stopped him quickly: "Young man, why don't you ask about the price?"
"How much?" He Yuzhu stopped and asked with a smile.
The old man stretched out three fingers, thought for a moment and then retracted one: "Two hundred yuan, I will deliver it to your home."
"Two hundred? This is Pigeon Market, uncle, you are in the wrong place."
While he was talking, several people came around to watch the fun.
But when they heard that the chair cost two hundred yuan, they all turned around and left.
Seeing that they were all scared away by the price, the old man became anxious.
"Boy, two hundred yuan is really not expensive. Why don't you give me a price?"
"If my family hadn't run out of food, I wouldn't be selling these old items."
He Yuzhu smiled, isn't this a typical story of a family selling off their property because they have no money?
But should I say it, this chair looks really good.
Even if it is not huanghuali, it is still worth buying.
But two hundred yuan is impossible, it’s too expensive.
After thinking about it, He Yuzhu offered a price of thirty yuan.
The old man's beard almost stood up in anger, and his face was full of distress and anger.
"Thirty? Others gave me fifty and they didn't even sell it!"
"If I hadn't been waiting for the rice to be cooked at home, could I have sold it?"
