Chapter 107: The Abode of the Pillars

At the same time, Song Qingyuan also pursed his lips slightly.

Eight cents, it's really too low! Usually buy a pound of pork, the thin one costs thirteen or fourteen wen, and the fat meat is sixteen or seventeen wen.

It may be more expensive during the Chinese New Year.

Now Butcher Zhang is only willing to pay eight cents, and it is about to be halved, no wonder the old man disagrees.

Do you want to find a way to make money? Song Qingyuan thought secretly.

Powdered sausages, red sausages, dry sausages, sausages, and meatballs are all ways to process pork.

Take out any random one, not only can you dispose of the pork in your hand, but also make a profit.

Immediately after that, Song Qingyuan shook his head silently, the family had just made a fortune selling straw hats, and now it is a little early to make it.

Let's take a leisurely ride. (Stretching around, Northeast dialect, meaning to take your time.) ）

Song Qingyuan turned around, her steps paused, her eyes rolled, the family was not in a hurry to make money, she could earn a sum of money by herself.

"Master!" Song Qingyuan walked up to Old Man Song.

whispered, "Master, why don't you hand over the pork to me and my second brother to sell." ”

"Ten pennies a pound, it's cheaper than what is sold in the town, go a few more places, and maybe sell it."

"Especially the big family, they definitely need meat." Song Qingyuan said.

Old Man Song nodded slightly, walking the streets and alleys to sell retail sales, but it was a way, but, "You and Erlang?" ”

Erlang is only fifteen, Song Qingyuan is still a little doll, are these two people okay?

"Let your third uncle sell it." Old Man Song said.

Song Qingyuan was stunned when he heard this, how can this be done! What she wants is pork specials!

The pork outside is not at this price.

"Master, the third uncle has been busy with the banquet for the past two days, so leave this little matter to me and the second brother." Song Qingyuan said softly.

"My second brother and I are young and sweet-mouthed, so it's rare for the uncle and aunt to see it." Song Qingyuan smiled innocently.

Old Man Song is silent, the third child's temperament is really stuffy, and his mouth is stupid.

As the saying goes, you can't make a sound.

Old Man Song looked at Song Qingyuan, slightly moved, this granddaughter can handle things now.

Although Erlang is not in tune, the straw hat thing is also very neat.

His grandsons and granddaughters have changed a lot.

If he doesn't pay attention, they will grow up and take care of things.

"Then you can take it out and sell it!" Old Man Song nodded in agreement, and then advised, "If you can't sell it, it doesn't matter, just take it back, it's a big deal to sell it cheaply......"

Is this ready to sell Zhang Butcher?

Song Qingyuan smiled and said confidently, "Master, don't worry!" Sellable! ”

Old Man Song sighed, not taking Song Qingyuan's words to heart.

There are several portions of pork sold in the town, how can it be sold as well as a straw hat, if it can sell more than a dozen catties, it would be good.

In order not to discourage his granddaughter's enthusiasm, Old Man Song still symbolically encouraged Song Qingyuan a few words.

Song Qingyuan saw the old man's distrust, and smiled slightly, the pork must be sold.

Because, she is the buyer!

............

Song Qingyuan went back to the house and put on the newly made aqua blue crossbody bag, pulled Erlang aside, and said about selling pork.

"Ten pennies a pound?" Jiro frowned.

"Hmm!" Song Qingyuan nodded.

Jiro is reluctant, he doesn't like to do things that are not beneficial.

After being silent for a moment, Erlang said, "Tell the master that Jiuwen is a catty, and we can still make some money if we sell it." ”

"Ten pennies a pound!" Song Qingyuan said, "I have an idea, I will definitely let you earn it this time." ”

"Really?" Jiro's eyes lit up.

"It's true!"

"Good!" Jiro agreed happily, and followed his sister to have meat to eat.

Erlang went to push the cart, and Song Qingyuan was discussing with Old Man Song how much pork to sell.

The Song family's pig is not big, and if you count pork alone, it is only about 100 catties.

Old Man Song meant to take half of it and sell it first.

After Song Qingyuan's persuasion, in the end, Old Man Song agreed to take out eighty catties.

Leave twenty catties for cooking tomorrow.

Loading the meat onto the cart, Song Qingyuan pointed to the pig's small intestine thrown aside, "Master, do you still want this small intestine?" ”

"No one eats this, let's take it and throw it away later!" Old Man Song said casually.

"Then I'll throw it away!" Song Qingyuan went as he spoke, picked up the small intestine with a small stick, and put it on the cart.

Erlang covered his nose in disgust, "It's so stinky, don't put it in the car, it stinks." ”

Song Qingyuan shrugged and didn't put it in the car, do you want her to hold it? She also stinks!

............

The brother and sister pushed the cart out of Songjia Village, passing through the town, Song Qingyuan went to the spice shop, the pharmacy, and the grocery store, and bought some things respectively.

The two of them did not stay in the town for long, and continued west through the town until Xiaxi Village.

Xiaxi Village is the home of Zhuzi, who usually lives alone in the dilapidated ancestral hall of Xiaxi Village.

The ancestral hall is very broken, and a heavy rain can make him break his muscles and bones.

It is said to be an ancestral hall, but it is actually a small house made of wood, which has fallen into disrepair for a long time, and the wood creaks and creaks.

The ranking of the ancestors has long been transferred to a new place, where only some abandoned tables and benches remain.

A stove built by pillars on its own, and a dilapidated wooden bed.

When Song Qingyuan and Erlang arrived, the pillar was cooking polenta.

"Brother Xiaowu, Sister Yuan'er, why are you here? Come in and sit. The pillar hurriedly got up and greeted the two of them.

Reaching out and handing the stool over, his eyes saw what the two of them were wearing, and took it back.

"My stools are not clean!" The pillar scratched his head.

Pick up the rag and clean it, and wipe the stool twice, "It's almost this time, you guys do it quickly." ”

"I'll boil you water for ......," the pillar said.

"Don't bother, Brother Zhu!" Song Qingyuan said.

"Yes! It's all your own people, you don't need to fix those imaginary things! Erlang sat on the stool with a grin, crossing Erlang's legs.

"We are here this time for something to discuss." Jiro said.

"Selling pork?" The pillar patted his chest, "Okay, wrap it around me." "When the two of them came in, he had the idea of pork on the cart.

I've heard Erlang talk about it before, and he wants to hold a banquet at home.

He estimated that the pig was killed at home, and the pork was not used, so he was left, so he asked him to go through the streets and alleys to sell it.

Jiro shook his head, "Don't sell pork!" He pointed at Song Qingyuan.

Song Qingyuan said, "It's also troublesome Brother Zhuzi, find someone to help clean this small intestine." ”

"Everything inside was scraped out, leaving only a thin layer." Song Qingyuan said precautions.

"You don't need to find someone, I'll just come, I've done all the dirty work, I'm not afraid of getting dirty." Pillar Road.

He even grabbed dog food, what is this job.

As he spoke, the pillar went to the ditch at the entrance of the village with his small intestine and cleaned it.

"I'm going to get all my brothers." Erlang got up and also walked out of the ancestral hall.

On the way, Song Qingyuan told Erlang that she was going to make a new kind of food, and she needed a place and manpower.

Erlang thought of the pillar, the place where the pillar lived was remote, he was alone, no one bothered, and it was convenient to do anything.

As for the question of manpower, that's not even more of a problem, he has seven sworn brothers.