Crossover boy farming

Chapter 14

In the end, Zhang Wuliang's pig-killing feast was set on the third day of the twelfth lunar month seven days later.Because Zhang Dabo's family set Dongyue 29.

On the morning of the 29th, Zhang Wuliang's family went to Uncle Zhang's house to help after eating early.

Aunt Zhao and Chen Xiaonian were busy in the kitchen, while Zhang Wuliang was in front to help herd the pigs. A group of people walked into the pigsty mightily. The fat old sow raised in the pen probably felt the approach of death and let out a miserable cry Sound, life and death do not want to come out.

Fortunately, the pig butcher is very experienced. He commanded several big men to pull the sow out of the pigsty by grabbing the feet, pulling the ears, and tied the limbs to the chopping board. A large stream of pig blood gushed out and finally fell into the basin under the chopping board.

Zhang Wuliang listened to the screams of the pig gradually getting smaller, and finally hummed unwillingly, his scalp was a little numb, and he couldn't bear to look at the faces of the people around him.Only the pig butcher took it for granted, calmly waited for the pig to die completely, and then asked someone to lift the pig into a pig bucket filled with hot water and start shaving.

When the clean-shaven pig was hung on the wooden rack, everyone's complexions became better, and they began to be full of anticipation and happiness. They stood by and watched the pig-killer untie the pig.

Generally, people will make an appointment with others to buy the meat before slaughtering the pig. After the pig is cooked, the pig hair, pancreas, and small intestine will be kept for the pig killer to take away, and then the meat ordered by others will be weighed.

But Uncle Zhang's family did not plan to buy a New Year pig.So a group of people moved all the cooked pork into the kitchen, and asked a group of women to prepare a pig slaughter feast. A group of men chatted outside smelling the smell of meat, and children ran around in the yard, running to the kitchen at every turn. Go see how the meal is doing.

Zhang Wuliang sat in the front and listened to a group of elders, chatting wildly, occasionally expressing his own opinions. He has married this year and is an adult, so it is a good time to join their conversation.

Suddenly, for some reason, this topic came to Zhang Wuliang. A young man who looked tall and strong and had a strong body asked Zhang Wuliang, "Liangzi, I heard that you made the tofu that your mother sent to my house a few days ago?"

Zhang Wuliang thought for a while, this person seemed to be the son of Aunt Cuihua he met on the road back from collecting firewood, what was his name?

"Yeah, I just tried it myself, but I didn't expect to make it. Have you eaten it, Big Brother? How does it taste?"

"Not bad, not bad." Zhang Dazhuang chuckled, "It tastes like tofu."

The person next to him smiled: "This tofu is not tofu, but can it be pork?"

"Hey!" Zhang Dazhuang laughed along with them, then looked at Zhang Wuliang and said, "Liangzi, I still have some soybeans at home and I want you to help make tofu?"

"Ah?" Zhang Wuliang didn't respond.

Zhang Dazhuang said again: "I won't let you do it for nothing, you can just charge as much as you want."

When Zhang Wuliang heard this, he waved his hands again and again: "Brother Da Zhuang, what are you talking about? The folks in the village should help, but I don't know how much your family has to do?

You also know that I am the only one in my family, and I’m afraid I can’t do too many things. "

"It's not much, just about twenty catties." Zhang Dazhuang said, "It's prepared for entertaining people during the Chinese New Year. I was going to go to the town to buy it, but when my mother said you could do it, I thought I'd just find you. , A village saves trouble, I originally planned to go to your house to ask in a few days, just happened to meet today, so I said it today, so as to save trouble."

"Okay." Zhang Wuliang agreed after thinking about it: "When you want to do it, just go to my house with the soybeans."

"Okay" Zhang Dazhuang was thinking that he would move the soybeans to Daniel's house later when he went back, and make them sooner. He could still send some to his grandmother's house and mother-in-law's house a few years ago.

The person next to him heard: That’s right, I used to go to the town to buy New Year’s goods. This year, I asked Daniel to help me make it directly in the village. Using my own soybeans saves money and trouble, and I can fill in an extra dish when entertaining people during the New Year. vegetable.

So they all expressed that they wanted to ask Zhang Wuliang to help them make tofu. Zhang Wuliang agreed to one, but he couldn't refuse the other, so he had to say that if he wanted to make tofu, he would go to his house with soybeans and find him, and he would make it whenever he was free.

Next, no matter what topics they talked about, Zhang Wuliang was unable to participate in it.Even the pig-killing meal that he had been thinking about for a long time did not make him feel better. The ancients said: There are three hardships in life, and you can buy tofu by taking a boat and iron.

What a big hole he dug for himself... Zhang Wuliang now just wants to go back to four days ago and seal his mouth when he was standing in front of the snowman.

On the way back, Chen Xiaonian looked puzzled at Zhang Wuliang's sullen look, and asked, "Brother Zhang, what's wrong with you?"

Didn't you say happily that you can eat meat in the morning? How can you be in a bad mood after eating a meal of slaughtering pigs?

Zhang Wuliang faced the puzzled eyes of the three people around him, adjusted his mentality, took a deep breath, and said, "It's okay, just now Brother Da Zhuang asked me to help his family make tofu, I was wondering how to calculate the money."

"Ah?" Chen Xiaonian said: "It's not good to collect money from the folks in the village, right?"

Zhang Wuliang patted him on the head amusedly, and said with a smile: "Silly boy, it is because he is from the village that he has to set the price. There are so many people in Taohe Village, and you help this one for free, what about the other one?

If you help this family or not, others will definitely have opinions. When the time comes, everyone will come to you for help, so you won't be exhausted.

And the folks are also embarrassed to let you do your work for nothing, and you will definitely give something when the time comes, without setting a price.

At that time, this family will charge more, and that family will charge less, and others will think that you will feel better when you watch people order dishes and show your face. "

"Ah..." Chen Xiaonian didn't expect that there would be so many twists and turns, so he tilted his head and asked, "Then what should I do?"

Zhang Wuliang rubbed his head and comforted him: "Don't worry, Brother Zhang has a solution."

"Ok!"

Chen Xiaonian believes in Zhang Wuliang very much: Since Brother Zhang said he has a way, it must be a good way!

In the afternoon, when Zhang Dazhuang delivered the soybeans, Zhang Wuliang told him the price: "Five catties and three pennies, after that, every two catties is one penny, and the bean dregs can be taken back. If you don't take them back, I will refund you one penny for ten catties."

Zhang Dazhuang thought that the price was a good deal. Zhang Daniu obviously saw that he didn’t earn much because he was from the same village, so he agreed. He weighed the soybeans he brought, 28 catties and [-] taels, and the “fourteen wen” was extra. Zhang Wuliang is not counted as his.

Zhang Dazhuang nodded, took out a money bag from his pocket, and counted fourteen coins to him, but Zhang Wuliang didn't answer: "Brother Dazhuang, you give me seven coins first, and the rest after you get the tofu."

Zhang Dazhuang ignored him, and directly stuffed the money into his hand: "They are all from the same village, can I still not trust you?"

"Okay." Zhang Wuliang didn't shirk again: "Then I'll accept it first."

Zhang Dazhuang looked around, but there was nothing wrong with him, so he said, "Okay, then I'll come to get the tofu the morning after tomorrow?"

"Well." There is enough time for one day tomorrow. Zhang Wuliang thought for a while and said, "Brother Zhuang, I don't have anything here. Remember to bring something to pack in the morning after tomorrow."

"Understood, then I'll go first if there's nothing else to do."

Zhang Wuliang nodded: "I'll send you off..."

"No, no, you are busy." Zhang Dazhuang said.

Zhang Wuliang returned after sending him to the door, and sighed as he looked at the big bag of soybeans carried by Zhang Dazhuang.

Then he could only appoint someone to soak it in a basin with the help of Chen Xiaonian, Zhang Wuliang comforted himself silently, fortunately this body is strong.

In the evening, when Aunt Zhao and Chen Xiaonian were cooking, Zhang Wuliang sat on the kang and arranged the fourteen copper coins that he had just obtained today on the kang table one by one.Then he picked up one and looked at it in his hand. This was the first money he had earned since he came here, and it was also the first time he had seen this kind of copper coin from Tianyuan since he grew up.

The copper coin doesn't look very thick either, with patterns printed on one side and four big characters of Zhengtongren written on the other. It looks a bit old on the outside, and it has probably been in circulation for a long time in the market. If it is a cultural relic in modern times, I don't know if it can be bought. How much is it, unlike the processing money of a few catties of tofu now.

Zhang Wuliang was thinking about the possibility of him hiding the money and passing it on to the next generation. Zhang Zhenyong was also looking at the copper coins on the table with jealousy: How many candied haws must this be.

Zhang Wuliang looked at Zhang Zhenyong's money-lovers with contempt.But he didn't know that he also looked like a money fan in the eyes of Aunt Zhao and Chen Xiaonian.

So when Zhang Wuliang handed the money to Aunt Zhao during the meal, she was a little surprised: "Give it to me?"

Zhang Wuliang was also a little surprised and said, "That's right, isn't all the money left with you?"

Aunt Zhao glanced at Chen Xiaonian, and then said to Zhang Wuliang: "Why don't you keep it for yourself."

Zhang Wuliang said indifferently: "Why should I keep this? I don't need it, and if I need it, I'll just find you if I can't get it."

"How about this?" Aunt Zhao counted ten and said, "I'll take the big ones, and you keep the rest. Someone will come to make tofu later, so you don't have to give me all the money, keep some for yourself."

"OK" Zhang Wuliang picked up the remaining Siwen neatly and put it in his pocket.

Back in his room at night, Zhang Wuliang took out the money and handed it to Chen Xiaonian. Chen Xiaonian looked at Zhang Wuliang hesitantly with the four Wen money: "Brother Zhang, this..."

"Huh?" Zhang Wuliang was making the bed, and said without turning his head when he heard the voice, "Find a bag and put it away."

Chen Xiaonian hesitated: "But, didn't your mother give it to you?"

Zhang Wuliang smiled: "What is for you is for me? Isn't what is mine is yours?"

Chen Xiaonian's face blushed suddenly: "This, this." If you don't want to refute, what should you do?

"Xiao Nian" Zhang Wuliang put down the quilt in his hand and straightened his waist, looked at him seriously and said: "I said I will treat you well."

Chen Xiaonian blushed and lowered his head, humming lightly.

"Then what are you still thinking about?" Zhang Wuliang turned around and sat on the bed, patted the place beside him and said to him: "Go and collect the money, come and sleep with your husband."

Zhang Wuliang found that in the process of getting along with Chen Xiaonian day and night, he no longer disliked the husband who claimed to be a man, and he didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing...