Xiuyi went to catch two hens with considerable fat and thinness and walked out of the bamboo forest, looked at the anxious old Wang standing by the bamboo forest, weighed the weight of the two chickens, and said: "Lao Wang, I estimate that these two chickens add up to four catties, give you three hundred yuan." ”

Isn't 300 pieces a bit ......

However, Lao Wang didn't want to take the initiative to ask them to add money because of his face, so he looked back at Bo Qinghang, and he was really struggling in his heart.

Nowadays, people from the city come to the countryside to buy local chickens. Especially these chickens that he raises are said to be the favorite of the people in the city, and they can be sold for a good price when they are brought to the town, and if they are lucky enough to meet a customer who happens to buy chickens from the city, then a chicken can be sold for at least 300 yuan.

Once, when he was in the town to catch a market, he saw the old Chen family in Xincun selling five chickens in one go, and all of them were bought by people in the city.

The other party is also a cheerful person, and he didn't talk about the price, but he watched the city man hand over thousands of yuan to Lao Chen.

So he also went to buy a batch of chickens and put them in the bamboo forest.

I think I can sell it for a few thousand at the end of the year.

Bo Qinghang saw that Lao Wang was struggling and couldn't speak, so he said, "Lao Wang, if you are suspicious of the price, let's add another hundred." ”

Lao Wang suddenly had a smile on his face, and rubbed his hands with a sincere smile, "My own people, it's just three hundred." ”

The 100 yuan should be regarded as cigarette money for Xiao Wang.

Anyway, they didn't know the selling price of live chickens in the town, but for the sake of the two sturdy hens looking so spirited, Bo Qinghang felt that they took advantage of the three hundred yuan, and said by the way, "Lao Wang is also a real person, so what, come and drink chicken soup at night." ”

"Oh, I don't have to...... We mountain people are accustomed to coarse tea and light food, and if we eat these big fish and meat every day, it is not good to have a bad appetite. ”

"Then call your little king to come over and drink chicken soup."

Lao Wang hurriedly said "hey".

His Xiao Wang is still growing his body, and he really needs chicken soup to replenish his body, and recently, Xiao Wang is still so busy and tired, if he drinks more chicken soup to raise his body stronger, after the autumn harvest, he can also go on a blind date smoothly, and he is ready to buy a house and marry a daughter-in-law in the coming year......

Lao Wang walked back to the staff dormitory with his hands behind his back and in his heart.

In the fence yard, two men looked at the two chickens, Xiuyi took the live chickens and looked at them, "Why don't you help go to the kitchen to get a knife?" ”

Bo Qinghang: "You can kill chickens?" ”

Shuichi stood in the courtyard, his body like a rock and a pine tree, and his two chickens like hanging on the edge of the rock, and his eyes were sincere and serious when he answered, "These jobs will be." ”

Bo Qinghang turned around and went to the kitchen to get a knife, and the voice of Shuichi came from behind him.

"Take another basin to catch the chicken's blood, a bucket to fill the chicken, and by the way, boil another pot of boiling water."

With a basin and a bucket, Bo Qinghang could understand, but if he boiled water, he couldn't understand it.

Shuichi didn't explain much, just asked him to take it out and give it to him.

Bo Qing walked into the kitchen and did it one by one.

I took a pot of water and put it on the stove to boil the water, and then went out with the bucket.

"I have to trouble you to hold a chicken for me," Xiu Yi slapped another confidant at Bo Qinghang's feet, signaling that he only needed to lift the surface of his feet to help him subdue the other chicken, so that he could free his hands to slaughter the chicken.

Bo Qinghang bent down, picked up the chicken from the ground, looked calm, and then said, "This is to make soup and drink!" ”

How can you just step on it with the soles of your feet?

Shuichi freed his hands, squatted beside the sink, grabbed the chicken wings of the hen who kept calling with his left hand, and then tilted the chicken's head back, and his right hand neatly pulled the chicken feathers on the chicken's neck, and soon revealed a bare chicken neck.