. , the fastest update after wearing the book, she became the latest chapter of a big farmer!

Thinking of this, she got back on the bike and sped up, she wanted to hurry up and go to the town to meet Huang Zhenjian and them, and strive to do a big job in the last few days of the new year.

In recent days, the gold and silver jewelry created by Huang Zhenjian and them is very popular in the town, because the price is particularly low, people who know about it are vying to buy it, and even a large part of the supply is circulated in the county.

On the 27th day of the lunar month, a public security officer from the county town came to Yigou Town and entered the town's police station.

At the same time, in the compound of the production brigade, there were bursts of mournful pig cries.

The villagers passed by the brigade headquarters and heard these voices, but they were very happy.

After a year, it was finally time to divide the meat again, and the production team raised some of the pigs to sell for money, and some of them were slaughtered, and each family could get a dozen catties of pork.

Sitting in the office, Nian Hua is dealing with the final accounts at the end of the year, how to divide the money from selling grain and pigs, and how much ration pork should be distributed by each family, all of which have to be put on the account book.

After working as an accountant for half a year, I didn't expect that I still had a salary of 35 yuan, and Liang Shangkun also had a salary of more than 80 yuan.

Although such a little money is nothing to the current New Year's paintings, no matter how small the mosquito is, it is still meat, and these are all New Year's paintings in exchange for their own labor, and they can take it with peace of mind.

The New Year's painting made the final verification between the ledger and those strips, and suddenly a figure walked in, accompanied by a smell of blood.

The New Year's painting smelled this strong smell of blood and realized that someone was coming.

When I looked up, it turned out to be Zhou Qinggang, the person in charge of the slaughterhouse, and the smell of blood was on his body, and a large area of blood could be seen on his coffee-colored leather apron.

Today, in addition to the pigs sold in the village, the remaining dozen or so big pigs died at the hands of the three strong men he brought.

When the New Year's painting was in a big team just now, I went to the open space behind the courtyard to see that Zhou Laohan and the two aunts in the village supported three large pots and racks of firewood to boil water.

Six long benches, two tied to three places, and then under the bench was a bathtub that had been washed, only to see them carrying a pig, and then carrying a bucket of water to wash the pig's neck, a knife stabbed down, and the blood flowed into the bathtub waiting at the bottom.

When the pig was motionless, it was immediately thrown into the steaming big wooden barrel next to it, and pulled back and forth for a while. Then start cleaning the pig hair, and then disemboweling and disemboweling, all kinds of treatments, and so on.

After reading half of those bloody pictures of the New Year's paintings, I went back to the office to do the accounting, and then I saw Zhou Qinggang covered in blood. Today, he brought people to slaughter the pigs in the village, and this man's hands were covered with blood.

Zhou Qinggang stared at the New Year's painting with a smile, and he was uncomfortable looking at the New Year's painting.

The New Year's painting endured the smell of blood and asked, "Boss Zhou, is there something wrong with you?" ”

Zhou Qinggang said at this time: "Your captain wants me to settle the bill with you." ”

The New Year is over, Zhou Qinggang's slaughterhouse business is booming, and he basically takes people or arranges people to collect and kill pigs in various villages.

"How much?"

"Minus the money for killing pigs, Accountant Dong said that we will give you another 1,876 yuan, are you right? If it's okay, I'll write you a note, and you can go to my slaughterhouse tomorrow to collect the money. This is the number that has just been weighed. ”

After Zhou Qinggang finished speaking, he took out a piece of paper from the pocket in front of him, blood was printed on the side of the paper, and a row of numbers was recorded in the middle of the paper, which was the weight of each pig that was sold.