Chapter 215 215. Master Zhang, the pig maker
Because of the shock of this pig, Song Tan was much simpler and rougher when picking vegetable seedlings, and even added loofah and lentils.
In the eyes of the boss, he felt that she was very cheerful and a good customer, so he even suggested: "I think your vegetable garden is not small. Spring and summer are fine. But when autumn and winter come, will you build a greenhouse?" Huh? If you want to build a greenhouse, come to me. Our family is very professional at this."
Greenhouse…
Song Tan hasn’t thought about it yet.
I am very tired all year round, so I plan to let my family rest in the winter. However, the resistance to rest probably comes from grandparents and parents.
After all, they can make money and they will never want to miss it.
After returning home for a while, she had seen through her family’s money-grabbing mentality, and now she didn’t stop talking.
I just asked in advance: "What can I grow in the greenhouse in winter to sell?"
“What’s the need to say?” The vegetable boss said with excitement:
“Fruit, then you grow strawberries! At the strawberry base next to our urban area, a pound of strawberries costs thirty or fifty yuan during the Chinese New Year. You just have to say whether you make money or not!”
“As for other vegetables, as long as they have green leaves, except cabbage, they can be grown in winter.”
Of course, those who do business have to boast about the good things. For example, they didn’t talk about what to do if strawberries can’t be sold or the road is closed.
But for Song Tan, there are enough ingredients for 10 or 20 people at home for each meal. If he can't sell anything, he just packs up the dried vegetables and makes sauce.
At most, you won’t make any money, and you won’t lose any money anyway.
She wrote this down and decided to think about it after she was done with her work in autumn and winter.
At this moment, the most urgent task is to bring Master Zhang, the pig maker.
Master Zhang is fifty-seven this year. In the city, he has just retired at this age, which is when he is full of energy. But in the village, he can already be regarded as an old man.
He used to ride his bicycle back and forth in various villages to pick up work. Later, every household stopped raising pigs. When he got older, he followed his son to live in the town.
Now I heard that someone was looking for me again, and the old man was quite happy:
“Isn’t it forbidden to raise pigs at home? Your family still raises pigs? Isn’t it sneaky?”
Song Tan laughed: "No, I've reported it. It's not raised on the roadside, it's in the back mountain, so it won't affect it."
Family farms can apply to raise pigs.
Master Zhang has a small satchel tied around his waist. It’s really not big, just about the size of a palm.
Song Tan glanced at it twice and called Master Zhang to see it. Now he patted the bag proudly: "The guys who are eating are all in there. They have been with me for more than 40 years."
“It’s just that I haven’t had much work in recent years, and my hands feel raw—what’s going on with your pig?”
What can Song Tan say? Our dog stole a pup?
"
This is true. Wild boars run rampant in the pig pen. Domestic pigs have good tempers and are docile. If it affects their appetite and prevents them from growing meat, it is not suitable.
But Master Zhang still had some regrets: "Your family is so lucky. You can't catch wild boars even if you go to the mountains. Why don't you keep them as breeding pigs?"
Song Tan was helpless.
Why? Because Ulan doesn't want to buy another sow.
According to her experience: "I haven't raised pigs for several years. It would have been quite risky to raise so many pigs this year. If I raise a sow and let it give birth to piglets, if something goes wrong in my family, I will not lose money in vain." ”
“Be conservative in the first year.”
Moreover, both Wang Lifen and Ulan at home think that wild boar meat is not delicious.
Since they had the power, Song Tan decided to give the wild boar a knife.
Ah, the fairy sandalwood has been suffering for a long time! Master Zhang then nodded: "That's true. The wild boar has a good physique and will have a good temper after castration. Otherwise, it will be difficult to cook it when it grows older."
He was also very happy: "I haven't killed a wild boar in the past few decades."
After thinking for a while, he took out his phone and said, "Can I send a vibrato later?"
Song Tan:…
Just, much more fashionable than her.
But she also warned: "Be careful not to pass the review because of blood."
“That’s okay,” Master Zhang said quite freely, “I can still post on Moments.”
“By the way,” Song Tan hadn’t asked yet, “How much do we get for slaughtering pigs here?”
Master Zhang thought for a while: "Originally, it should be twenty yuan, but you are a wild boar, and I am very rare. Plus, when you return home to pick up the car and give it away... let me give you ten yuan."
Song Tan:…
If she hadn't been a cultivator, her hands holding the steering wheel would be shaking right now.
Is it that her wild boar and the pick-up and delivery by car are not valuable, or is it the pig’s important belongings that are not valuable?
Master Zhang didn't notice her shock. This price was the market price in the village. After all, there are only two or three people who can cut pigs in all the villages. In the past, every household raised pigs. It was not a problem for him to earn three to five thousand from one job.
Of course, this price has not changed for at least more than ten years - because no one in the village raises pigs now!
He is now a retired old craftsman. If he doesn’t have money, he just needs to have it.
However, it is rare to have a career now, and Master Zhang is also looking forward to it: "In the future, you will have a little pig at home. Just call me when it is born, and I will come to your door to give you a pig!"
That’s necessary!
Song Tan originally didn’t want to raise sows to give birth to piglets, but now the family has mentioned it, and it will be arranged sooner or later next year.
But at that time, the pig pen in Houshan needed to be reorganized.
Hmm... I wonder if the house designed by Zhao Fangyuan can be equipped with a chicken coop and pig pen or something like that?
Master Zhang is also satisfied.
But soon, he thought of another thing: "Who are you going to invite to kill the pig?"
Song Tan:…
It’s not like she’s in such a hurry. She’ll have to wait until autumn and winter. Otherwise, the pig won’t grow up and eating meat will be eating Ulan’s money. She can’t do that!
“Master Zhang, can you still kill pigs?”
Master Zhang sighed sadly: "Oh, why not? I used to do it with my brother - he specializes in killing pigs."
"He was strong, so he held down the pig. As for me, I had a steady hand, so I was responsible for the knife. In fact, I knew that he saw that my child was in the hospital at that time and that he had spent all the money, so he deliberately took me with him to feed his family. Eat meat.”
"It can't be done now. In the past two years, he didn't pay attention to the three highs, so he left."
As he spoke, he babbled: "This person is old, so he has to control himself. He only eats a small bowl, no matter how delicious it is, he can't eat too much."
“That brother of mine is a pig-killer. Every household has pig-killing vegetables, and he even delivers water when he leaves. When he was young, his life was very good. Every meal he had was meat, and he grew tall and round.”
“I’m getting older, but I haven’t lost weight yet. No, once my blood pressure goes up...”
He said and wiped his eyes again: "I can see clearly now. I will never eat more, not even one bite."
This market trend is my Baidu report in 2021. But the reality is that no one has done this for at least ten years...
So, take a look.
I don’t care what price you pay when you go home.
(End of this chapter)