Chapter 207: Pig Slaughter

When Mrs. Wen talked about the pig farm, her expression became serious. "Of the twenty adult pigs we brought back, some couldn't adapt to the local climate and became very thin. The same was true for the piglets. A few even died."

Wen Zhenyi knew that if they were transported from other places, illness and death would be inevitable: "What's the situation now?"

"They are basically stable now. The few that had a poor appetite before are now slowly starting to eat. We were very anxious during this period, worried that we wouldn't be able to keep them alive."

"This requires a process. Changing the environment requires an adaptation process."

"We didn't consider killing them before. We thought we'd keep them and fatten them up first."

When Wen Chengwen and the others went to get the piglets, she was busy in her shop. She just gave them the money and didn't go with them. She really didn't know what was going on.

"Grandma, how do these pigs weigh?"

Old Man Wen smiled when he said this: "You guessed it right, girl. They really are big white pigs. Although they were much thinner when we brought them back, they still weighed about 300 kilograms each. They have been eating well recently, so they have grown a lot."

Wen Zhenyi heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this. This way, even if they lost money, it wouldn't be too big. "That's good, Grandpa. The piglet needs to be castrated."

"We've already done it. You said it's best to castrate them when they're young, so we castrated them once they've adapted."

"Do they eat swill?"

"They eat, and they eat quite a lot. We also listened to you and bought pig grass. The children in the village would pick pig grass for us to sell. Now we don't have to worry about their food problem. They have grown a lot."

Old Lady Wen smiled and nodded: "That's right, the village chief also asked the villagers in that village to open up wasteland and plant sweet potatoes and potatoes, saying that you will harvest them."

When Old Man Wen heard his wife talk about this, he looked at Wen Zhenyi with some confusion: "Yiyi, with so many sweet potatoes and potatoes, can we use them all?"

"Grandpa, sweet potatoes, potatoes, and corn are all high-yield crops. We can eat them, and so can our pigs."

"You can't eat that much."

"We can also make sweet potato flour, potato flour, and corn flour."

“You can buy these at the market.”

"We can do secondary processing. I found that many things in the market don't have secondary processing, such as potato flour and sweet potato flour. We can make sweet potato vermicelli and potato vermicelli."

"What is this?"

"A kind of food. I plan to take the villagers and make some secondary processed food."

"Secondary processing?" Old Mrs. Wen looked at Old Man Wen in confusion.

Old Man Wen shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

Wen Zhenyi explained to them: "For example, duck eggs and chicken eggs, we can make other things."

"What else can it be made into?"

"Yes, we can make salted duck eggs from duck eggs, and preserved eggs from chicken eggs. They can all be stored for a while, and there's no need to worry about them going bad."

"Is it difficult?"

"It's not difficult. I'll take some time to go back to the village in the next few days."

"Okay, if we need anything at that time, we can prepare it in advance."

"No need to prepare in advance, these things are quite common."

Old Lady Wen looked at the sky and saw that it was getting late. "Yi Yi, we're going back first. Your father said he's going to kill a pig and sell it tomorrow, and asked if I should leave anything for you."

"No need, let Dad sell it. If there are any left, send them to me."

"Okay, I think that pig weighs over 300 pounds, so it should yield a lot of meat."

"This is a good thing. Although we can't let people buy meat every day, we can still let them eat meat occasionally."

Old Man Wen and his men drove the ox cart back to the village.

Wen Zhenyi can now recognize most characters, but he easily makes mistakes with some less commonly used ones.

Shen Hanxing walked in, followed by a young man: "Sister of the Wen family."

Shen Hanxing turned to look at him: "Brother Shen, what's the matter?"

"Heyuan has sent you lotus roots."

"Have you dug up the lotus roots yet?"

"Yes, it will be autumn soon."

Wen Zhenyi didn't really feel that autumn had arrived. The climate here was quite hot, and she didn't feel much change.

"I'll have them bring it in."

"good."

Wen Zhenyi looked at the bamboo baskets filling the yard and felt a little uneasy. This was too much. "So many?"

The servant scratched his head and said, "This is only part of it. There will be some more to be delivered to the girl later."

Wen Zhenyi's mouth twitched: "Tell the steward not to send me any more. It's hard enough for me to handle these. Wait and see how I handle it."

"Then should we send the lotus leaves and lotus seeds to the young lady?"

"You can send this to me, but you don't need so much. I don't need so much."

"Okay, I'll go back and talk to the steward."

Wen Zhenyi looked at the lotus roots in the backyard and felt a headache coming on.

Shen Hanxing frowned when she saw her: "Are these lotus roots giving you a headache?"

"Yes, it's not easy to deal with."

"no way?"

"There is a way, but I can't handle it here."

"So what are you going to do?"

"Take it back to the village and deal with it."

"You are preparing for secondary processing."

Wen Zhenyi raised an eyebrow and looked at him: "How do you know?"

"I just heard what your grandfather Wen and the others said."

"I do have this idea, but I wonder if Heyuan has a better solution. If not, I can help them deal with these lotus roots."

"They used to give them away to sell in previous years, but they couldn't sell many."

Wen Zhenyi touched his chin and said, "Let them send all the lotus roots to the village tomorrow. I'll be back for a few days."

"Okay, I'll help you watch the store."

"Thanks a lot."

Chen Hanxing raised an eyebrow and looked at her: "You are still so polite to me."

Wen Zhenyi smiled, revealing his white teeth, and prepared to return to the village tomorrow: "Axiang."

Ah Xiang was now slowly getting used to being in front of people and walked up to her side: "Master."

"I'm going back to the village for a few days. The safety of the store is in your hands."

"Don't you want me to go back with you?"

"No, I'm more worried about the safety of the people in the store. There are women and children here, so you should pay more attention."

Ah Xiang saluted respectfully: "Yes."

The next day, Wen Zhenyi asked Lin Jie to take time to send him back to the village, and he also brought a lot of lotus roots.

When the villagers saw her coming back, they all smiled. They had heard that Wen Zhenyi was here to take them to do some secondary processing.

Although they don’t quite understand it, they heard that they can make money.

Wen Zhenyi once again felt the enthusiasm of the villagers, which made her want to escape.

Dong Li saw the lotus roots she had brought back and asked, "Wen girl, why did you buy so many lotus roots?"

"I didn't buy this, it was given to me by Heyuan. I brought it back to see if I could make something out of it."