Zhang Yanping’s face collapsed.
I only get an extra 1,000 yuan for working night shifts for half a month. Is this still a deduction?
With Song Tan’s small capital, how could she bear it?
Zhang Yanping picked up the phone: "I will send the video to the village group right now..."
Song Tan couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Okay, okay, let's say it to our family group and forget about it after seeing it. Don't spread the word. The old man is old, and he has a personal assistant. He is a respectable person... He is not a joke to others. good."
"Yes, yes! Yes, yes, yes!" Xiao Zhu, the branch secretary, breathed a sigh of relief.
She could trust the character of the old Song family. She didn't say much else at this moment and just sighed: "If the news spreads, I will follow the family's rules...Song Tan, Song Tan, don't worry, after this pig-killing feast, I will go The municipal government was so shameless that they changed the electricity supply in the village!”
Song Tan then said "ouch": "Didn't you say you wanted to write an invitation? Should I write it today?"
“Write!” Party Secretary Xiao Zhu nodded: “Write it today and I will send it over early tomorrow morning. Tomorrow will be the 7th, which just gives our leaders time to prepare.”
It’s the end of the year and everyone is busy!
There was a mistake, and Xiao Zhu, the party secretary, finally succeeded in getting the video taken last night. At this moment, he unceremoniously pulled several grandfathers and Little Du Ge into the group, and then posted two videos.
A panoramic view, a close-up view, that is called an all-encompassing one, and no one is missing.
On the mountain, everyone who had finally overcome the terrible memory just finished the mountain breakfast with a smile on their face - one thing is that the chef's skills are very good, and because it is all made from ground pot, it is much more interesting than the health meals on the mountain.
but…
Thinking that he was drunk just after arriving, Lao Zhu couldn't hold his head up now. It was already hard to accept the shame in my memory, but now I look at the video I took last night...
Lao Zhu was in great pain—if I had known this, I should have brought an oxygen tank!
Xiao Du also had a dark look in his eyes, thinking that it was because of the drunkenness of this group of people that they made the old man famous all over the Internet... It was over, it was over, this life was over!
Drinking is harmful to people!
No more, no more! The Queen Mother won’t drink any more wine!
And last night’s meal...it’s so shameful, they only had 5 and a half bowls, and they didn’t even taste the food carefully! Next time I eat it, I have to wait until the pig is killed...
Xiao Du strengthened his strength and quickly asked: "Where is the pig pen? Why don't we go see the pigs first?"
5 people, 5 pigs, let’s decide which pig leg to pull first! Try to perform well and erase this black history from people's minds.
“That’s not okay!” Du Mei quickly stopped him: “No one is allowed to approach the pig pen before killing the pig, and no one can mention the word killing the pig, otherwise the pigs will hear it and they will not be able to eat, which will affect their mood.”
ah?
Everyone was stunned.
In fact, Du Mei was in disbelief when she heard this at first, but after a lot of country aunts and uncles said it in a similar way, she was convinced at the moment, and even the words she said were full of certainty:
"It's like this. Pigs are very smart. If you want to kill a pig, it can feel it. Who is not afraid of death? When it is afraid, it can't eat, which affects its mood, it doesn't gain weight, and it's easy to lose weight..."
“Besides, he’s going to eat it, so why are you scaring him? What a pitiful pig!”
Lao Zhu and others don’t feel sorry for the pigs - if you raise pigs and chickens, don’t they all have to be slaughtered for food? But falling off the scale is unacceptable and unacceptable.
So everyone asked: "What kind of pigs do you raise at home?"
Du Mei, who had helped cook the pig food, was very excited at the moment: "The king has caught two little wild boars, one has been cooked, and the other has not been cooked."
“Qiaoqiao brought back a big wild boar, a sow. She plans to breed her next year and give birth to several lively and compact piglets.”
Ouch! Lao Zhu instantly drooled: "Wild boar is good, but wild boar meat is not easy to stew, but if it is really stewed thoroughly, the aroma will be incomparable to that of domestic pigs!"
Xiao Du was surprised: "Qiao Qiao looks white and clean, but he can still catch wild boars. How did he catch it?"
They have been trained for a long time and dare not fight against wild boars with their bare hands without any weapons. How come Qiao Qiao is so powerful?Ah this. Du Mei hasn't seen it either. She has only heard: "Just... take two sweet potatoes and bring him back to the pig pen."
Everyone:…
"Yes!" Du Mei had also wondered about this, and now he gave the answer: "Wild boar hunting has been prohibited in these mountains and forests for so many years. Now this spring, wild boar hunting is allowed in Ning Province."
“I heard that it was allowed last year, but it cost 500 yuan to apply for a certificate. This year, it doesn’t even cost 500 yuan.”
“People in the Old Song family don’t like to eat wild boars. If this big wild boar hadn’t gone to the sweet potato fields, they wouldn’t have wanted it!”
…
In the urban area of Yuncheng, Lao Zhao also set off with his nephew.
Before departure, he also edited a message in his home group—
［Super high-quality radish and cabbage will be on the shelves soon. The first sale is limited to 1,000 kilograms. If you want to buy it, hurry up】
The group couldn’t help but curse:
Can you first tell me when our Yunqiao Immortal Products will be available? ]
That’s right! Why are the good things in the past becoming less and less now? ]
[Old Zhao, I have been buying vegetables from your stall for so many years, and now you can’t even sell a bottle of honey! ]
[that is! It’s the end of the year and the tea leaves are gone]
［When will the fish be sold? It’s almost the Chinese New Year, you sell some fish and we’ll pack it up, just in time to eat it during the Chinese New Year! ]
Lao Zhao looked at his phone and pretended to sigh:
[Dear family members, it’s not that I don’t think of ways to make Yunqiao Xianpin. In fact, the sales volume in our urban area has been low from the beginning, so we are not their main supply customers. ]
[I had to get back that small amount with all my heart. At first, because of the price, no one dared to place an order, and I didn’t have much confidence. ]
[Now there are suppliers, and the wholesale price of tea will not be less than 100,000. The previous price of 10,000 was really a loss to open the market...honey needs to be distributed...]
[Family members, it’s not that I don’t have the ability now, it’s actually that we don’t have the strength either...]
My nephew was driving the car honestly, and I couldn't help but look at him when I heard him converting speech into text and talking about all this nonsense.
The longer Lao Zhao has been in business, the thicker his skin becomes:
“Look at it, isn’t what I said true? Even if the price is a little wrong, the quantity is right!”
Honest nephew:…
Lao Zhao was feeling confident when his cell phone suddenly rang again.
He looked down and saw that someone in the group was chatting with him privately—
[One hundred thousand one catty of tea, I’ll buy it! ]
Someone else sent a message—
How much does it cost to distribute honey? I buy it! ]
How much does Tremella cost? The price is negotiable]
Lao Zhao:…! !
No, how come there are still people in this 18th-tier town like Yuncheng who are so rich?
…
Update 3, good night!
What we are saying here is don’t let the pigs hear the news that they are going to be killed, otherwise they will not eat well.
Pigs are really smart. Fortunately, I don’t raise them now, otherwise I would really not bear it.
Modern scientific pig farming is also very good. Killing pigs is painless, unlike killing pigs in my hometown, where the pigs make heart-rending noises. If you meet a butcher with poor skills, you will suffer a lot.
Ahem, even though I say this, the pork is still very fragrant.