When I arrived at the grocery store, the antlers had just been cut off, and a middle-aged man was stopping the bleeding of the sika deer on the ground that had been filled with anesthetics, and there were two small bowls with bright red deer blood on the side.

"Little brother is back, this deer antler velvet has just been cut, look at it, don't look at it yet, the medicinal properties at this time are also the best, but the weight is lighter, it's a pity."

"If someone in the family has an injury or something, it's best to take medicine." Shopkeeper Zhang handed over a pair of deer antlers that still had a warm touch to Zisu.

"Thank you shopkeeper, then I will leave." Zisu clenched his fists.

"Little brother, can this, this other game still be hunted in the next few days? Still like today, what do you think? Shopkeeper Zhang unconsciously used an honorific title.

"I'm a hunter, there's no reason why I don't make money if I don't make money, so I'll wait for the shopkeeper. Is there a requirement for what specific prey? Zisu asked.

"It doesn't matter what it is, the small ones and the big ones are all wanted, and it would be better if there were some rare ones, so that the little brother would get more money." Shopkeeper Zhang rubbed his hands and said.

"yes, I see." After saying that, he took the antlers and walked out of the grocery store.

"Brother Zhang, where did you get this little brother from? Look cold! The middle-aged man who helped the shopkeeper cut the antler velvet stood up and said.

"This person is not ordinary, don't look at his age, his ability is not small, or where did the big guy on the ground come from."

"But I watched, the weight of two hundred catties on him, it is not an exaggeration to say, like a feather, you say, just this strength, who can compare." Shopkeeper Zhang admires Zi Suduo.

"That's right, Brother Zhang, don't drink this deer blood directly, put it in the wine, it can be preserved for a long time, and the effect is better, the best is spirits, the stronger the better, it is rare to strengthen the body."

The middle-aged man looked at the blood in the bowl, which was also rare.

"I know this, these two bowls, I'll give you a bowl, or I won't get this deer antler, and I'll look for you next time I have something." The shopkeeper is also generous.

"Then I'll thank Brother Zhang, and I'll take it away." The middle-aged man was overjoyed, he was originally a pig cutter in the county, and he had some work under his hands, so he temporarily borrowed it to cut deer antlers.

Zi Su naturally didn't know that the deer antler blood he didn't want, so the two of them were so rare, so he went to Zhishan Hall with the tender deer antler velvet, or Zi Su, who was received by the young man, weighed it, and Zi Su paid the fee.

"Childe, just come and pick it up the day after tomorrow, is it powder or slicing?" The young man asked.

"One is powdered, the other is sliced, it's troublesome." Zisu thought for a while and said.

"Okay, no problem, it's all small ones that should be done, Childe walks slowly." The young man made a note and sent Zisu away.

Seeing that it was still early, Zisu walked around the county and saw an old woman selling hens and eggs. "Old woman, how do you sell these eggs? How much does a hen cost? ”

Zisu thought that eggs were eaten for himself and his younger brother every day, and the person lying on the bed also needed to replenish his strength, and as for the hen, the stewed chicken soup should be delicious.

"This egg is three cents a piece, this old hen is fat, seventeen cents a catty, I weighed this chicken five catties high, you can trust the old woman." The old woman said with a smile.

"Give me fifty eggs, two old hens, which hen can lay eggs?" Zisu thought about eating one and keeping one, and raising it if he could lay eggs.

"I can lay eggs, but I have been raising them for three or four years, I am not so diligent, and I don't have so much food to feed at home, so I sold them to supplement the family, a total, a total of three hundred and twenty Wen." The old woman did the math and said.

Zisu thinks it's quite suitable, this old hen soup and pheasant soup are two flavors, and they are also suitable, and the pheasants themselves can be beaten casually.

The old hen, she has also seen it in other people's yards, her own house, hum, let that cheap lady scavenge half of the.

Zisu counted the copper plates to the old woman, carefully placed the eggs in the small back basket, and the two hens carried them in their hands.

"Young man, I come here every market day to set up a stall, if you use eggs or something, remember the old woman." The old woman did not forget to pull the business.

"Hmm." Zisu nodded and left.

"Hey, a good-looking young man, he just doesn't like to laugh." The old woman whispered behind her back.