The convoy traveled again.

With many business experiences, Wang Xiaocong has long lost the youth of the first business, but has become extremely sophisticated.

Such a speed of progress surprised Uncle Dao who was in the same company, and even proposed many times to let Wang Xiaocong replace him and lead the caravan all the time.

But......

Wang Xiaocong refused because he had too much to do, but let Uncle Dao stay in the caravan.

It's just that sometimes, when Wang Xiaocong plans to go to the town to sell something, buy something, or go to the mayor to "chat", he will replace Uncle Daogu and become the leader of the caravan.

Green hills and green trees, and a creek meanders through.

The creaking of the convoy is like a beautiful piece of music, bringing a sense of peace of mind to everyone.

After passing through two markets along the way, the convoy arrived in the town without incident.

This is followed by all kinds of busyness, sending the goods ordered by customers recently, and then selling other miscellaneous specialties.

The process lasted four or five days before it was initially completed.

Seeing that nothing had happened to the caravan, Wang Xiaocong drove an ox cart towards the livestock market.

Seeing that he was about to arrive at the livestock market, a convoy suddenly drove over from the front of the ox cart where Wang Xiaocong was.

The leader is the old man Mo who smokes an old cigarette gun and his face is full of ravines.

Old Man Mo put aside the cigarette gun, slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, his cloudy eyes skimmed, and inadvertently saw that the spirit in the carriage was quite full, not like he was old, and he couldn't help but look at Wang Xiaocong on the ox cart happily.

"Yo, isn't this the little leader of Wang Jiaao? Look in your direction, is it going to the livestock market? Didn't I say, has Wangjiaao reached this point? They all have to sell their cattle to get by. ”

Wang Xiaocong smiled with a smile on his face, as if he didn't understand the meaning of Old Man Mo's words, and said with a light smile: "Isn't there no way, lack of money!" ”

"If it's not a lack of money, who wants to sell livestock."

The corners of Old Man Mo's mouth hooked slightly as if he sighed regretfully: "It's really sad news, think about how powerful Daohe was at that time, I'm afraid I can't think of it now, right?" You have to sell livestock to make a living......"

After speaking, Old Man Mo smiled apologetically at Wang Xiaocong, his face was full of wrinkles blooming happily, and he led the convoy towards the grain trading market next to the livestock market.

Wang Xiaocong was still smiling, and when the caravan from Mojia Village passed through, the smile on his face slowly dissipated, and he shook his head slightly.

"This old man, he is so old, he still likes to compete so much, and he doesn't know what to fight for."

"That's it, it's not easy for the old man, so I won't stimulate him."

The meaning of Old Man Mo's words, of course, Wang Xiaocong would not be incomprehensible.

It's just that on the one hand, low-key is the king, and staying alive is the right thing.

On the other hand, Old Man Mo is afraid that he won't be able to hold on for a few years.

If you know that your old rival has embarked on the road to take-off, if you are in a mood and can't catch your breath, then Wang Xiaocong will be guilty.

Wang Xiaocong muttered a few words, and drove the ox cart into the livestock market.

The livestock market is obviously much more depressed than other markets, after all, in Songlin Town, a relatively poor and backward place, life tends to be primitive, everyone regards livestock as their life. Roots, unless it is an important moment, will never swing a butcher's knife at the animal.

So this also leads to the livestock market, which is definitely the worst market in Songlin Town, and there is not much livestock and meat products traded throughout the year.

However, the livestock market also has the most glorious moment every year, that is, when every family kills New Year's pigs during the Chinese New Year.

In addition to the remaining oil and some meat, the excess meat will be brought here to be sold.

In addition, some people will pull the pigs that do not grow meat and all kinds of livestock that have completed their mission and have no use value to the livestock market at this time.

As a result, the whole livestock market will become the heart of the whole town, and it will be very popular, and the transaction volume will far exceed that of other markets, and it will be a model for opening for a year.

It's just that it's obviously not the hot spot now, and only a few people are selling livestock.

The quality of those livestock, Wang Xiaocong knew at a glance that they were all old chickens, ducks and geese whose utilization value had been exhausted, and they were absolutely delicious when used to make soup.

Compared with the pursuit of this kind of old chickens and ducks in some places at this time, in this place of Songlin Town, it is more popular to be "tender".

After all, it is too easy to find such livestock here, and they have long been tired of eating, and the tender ones are hidden by the farmers.

Even if many residents in the town who want to try it out and buy it at a high price, it is rare to receive a "tender" livestock.

And the livestock of Wang Xiaocong's family are generally relatively young, even if Wang's father and mother are "carefully selected", the oldest livestock is much younger than the one sold here.

Therefore, Wang Xiaocong is not worried about not being able to sell at all.

As the saying goes, scarcity is expensive, for many rich people, they are not bad for money, but they don't have this thing at all......

Wang Xiaocong walked around the livestock market and found a good location to place the ox cart.

There were few people around, except for the noisy cries of chickens, ducks and geese, and wisps of smoke spit out of their mouths.

It was one of the few farmers who sold their livestock, quietly smoking yellow leaf cigarettes, puffing out smoke, quietly waiting for business to come to their door.

Most of these people are old and can't do heavy work, so they can receive some food, cut grass and feed the livestock.

When the cattle have completed their life's mission, they will follow their caravans, stay here quietly, and sell them, which can be regarded as making a weak contribution to their own family.

These people couldn't help but be a little surprised when they saw that Wang Xiaocong was so young.

After all, the livestock market was not in a recession at this time, and it was not easy to sell the livestock, especially these old animals that had long been tired of eating by the townspeople.

Maybe after sitting here for a day, it still won't be able to open.

At that time of the Chinese New Year, a large amount of meat had to be purchased, so I pinched my nose and bought these old animals with a disgusted face.

An old farmer seven or eight meters away from Wang Xiaocong shouted.

"Baby, you're here to sell livestock too? It's not easy to buy, don't you have an old man here to help? ”

Wang Xiaocong smiled kindly at the old farmer, "Yes, it won't take me much time, so I didn't let the old man come." ”

The old farmer shook his head, "Baby, didn't your family tell you that livestock is not easy to sell?" It's time-consuming, and a guy like you should follow the caravan. ”

Wang Xiaocong smiled, but he didn't explain again, but slipped out of the bamboo cages in the carriage and put them in front of him.

When the old farmer saw it, his eyes widened.

"I'm grass! Little baby, are you mistaken, you also sell these livestock, your adult? ”

Wang Xiaocong's face pretended to show a little bitterness, "This is what the family called to take out and sell, the family is short of money, and they can't open the pot, so they have to sell some livestock to get through the difficulties." ”

The old farmer showed some sympathy, too, if it wasn't for the difficulties at home, how could he sell these treasures.

Then calm returned.

After deducting a black pot on Wang's father and mother's head, Wang Xiaocong saw that the old farmer finally stopped talking and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

If the old farmer is allowed to talk about this, Wang Xiaocong really doesn't know how to deal with it.

If these old farmers knew that it was not what Wang Xiaocong said at all, it was simply that Wang Xiaocong wanted to sell livestock to make money, I am afraid that they would be able to count Wang Xiaocong from head to toe in a painful way.