"More than 80 kilograms?" Liu San looked at the stone in surprise.
"Yes, blood was let out." Shitou nodded.
Because wild boars are not castrated, their meat has a stronger fishy smell than farmed pork.
The reason why Shi Tou specifically mentioned bleeding was that draining the wild boar's blood before it died could reduce the taste of the wild boar meat to the greatest extent.
The wild boars that people catch by chance are usually stabbed to death with knives. The blood is not drained cleanly, so the fishy smell will be stronger.
But even though wild boar meat has many shortcomings, people cannot eat its meat whenever they want.
More than 80 kilograms of meat is indeed a lot.
Liu San definitely can't sell so many by himself in a short period of time.
Nowadays, when people buy meat, they only buy one or two kilograms at most and eat it for a long time.
So it will take a lot of time to sell all these dozens of kilograms of meat.
But fortunately it is winter now, so there is no need to worry about the meat going bad.
But it was impossible for Liu San to put all his money on wild boar meat.
So he thought again and again, and felt that if he couldn't sell all of it, he could give some to other people who were privately dealing in the goods like him.
It's just that you will earn a little less, but you will definitely not lose anything.
Then he said to Shitou, "I want all the pork. I'll give you 50 cents per pound. Is that okay with you?"
To be honest, this price is much lower than the market price, but compared to selling it secretly on the black market, the risk is indeed much smaller.
After careful consideration, Shitou finally agreed to Liu San's proposal.
"I'll come back in the evening and bring you all the meat. Please leave the door open for me then."
After saying that, Shitou tidied up the basket and put it on his back again.
After discussing the time with Liu San, he quickly left his house.
More than 80 kilograms of pork is not a small amount, and it is a lot in the basket! So he planned to come in the second half of the night.
After leaving Liu San's house, he originally wanted to go straight to Dongliang Village.
But I stopped and thought that since I was already here, I might as well go to the supply and marketing cooperative to take a look.
There don't seem to be many people coming to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy things today, or maybe Shi Tou arrived late.
A few people were looking around in front of the counter of the supply and marketing cooperative.
As for the sales clerks at the counter, some were doing needlework, some were knitting sweaters, and they were all chatting and laughing with each other. No one paid any attention to the people who came to buy things.
Shitou walked around and bought some daily necessities such as salt and matches, then stood in front of a cloth counter and couldn't move.
What is sold on the counter is not the common coarse cloth, nor the expensive Dacron, but something that looks somewhat thick, but you can't tell what it is made of from the surface.
The colors are also brighter than ordinary cloth, and there are various patterns and colors.
He was about to touch it when he was suddenly stopped by the salesperson inside.
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? Are you touching me because your hands are not clean?"
She had caught a glimpse of the young man when he came in earlier.
From the way he's dressed, you can tell he's definitely a country bumpkin.
The cloth he liked was said to have been imported from Shanghai. She had never seen it before and it was extremely expensive.
There was no way to tell that the young man in front of him could afford it.
Moreover, people who work in the countryside all year round have thick calluses on their hands, which are rough. What if they scrape the materials and make them into silk?
Shi Tou didn't care about the disdainful expression on the salesperson's face. If he was told not to touch it, then he wouldn't touch it.
He asked directly: "What is this cloth called? How much is it per foot?"
The salesperson put down what he was sewing, looked the stone up and down, and asked disdainfully: "Can you afford it? This is cloth from Shanghai."
Shitou frowned and said, "Tell me how much it costs per foot first. If you don't tell me, how do you know I can't afford it?"
The salesperson rolled his eyes speechlessly: "This is called corduroy, 1.5 yuan a foot! Do you want to buy it?"
After saying this, he stopped looking at the stone and continued to work on the work in his hands with his head down.
The price really surprised Shitou, as ordinary floral cloth would cost only 40 or 50 cents per foot.
Burlap even cost only thirty cents.
This furry-looking cloth costs 1.5 yuan per foot.
Seeing that Shitou didn't say anything after hearing the price, the salesperson curled his lips knowingly and said, "I knew you couldn't afford it, but you still asked. Humph, why don't you take a piss and look in the mirror?"
Shi Tou pretended not to hear her ridicule, looked at the cloth carefully again, turned and walked towards the counter selling iron pans.
It's not that he couldn't afford the cloth, but he felt that he should use the money in his hand to buy some more urgent things. However, he would get a piece of it later no matter what.
The counter selling iron pots was empty, there was nothing on it.
Shitou spoke first: "How much is the iron pot now?"
The person at the counter looked at him and said, "6 yuan, you need a ticket. You can't get it without a ticket even if you have money."
Then he added: "It's out of stock now. If you want to buy it, you can only pre-order it. It's not certain when it will arrive."
Shitou had money but no tickets and hadn’t bought a pot for many years. He came just to inquire about the price.
Hearing this, he didn't say anything, just nodded, turned around and bought a few sets of bowls and chopsticks, and a few coarse porcelain basins from the counter next to him.
Only then did he carry his things and walk out of the supply and marketing cooperative.
After standing at the door and thinking about it, Shitou felt that he could only ask Liu San for help to deal with the iron pot.
The price is low when you sell things from him, but if you want to buy things, the price will be very high.
He estimated that the pot sold at the supply and marketing cooperative cost 6 yuan each, but at Liu San's place it might cost more than 8 yuan.
But there is nothing we can do about it. It’s your fault that you don’t have a ticket.
Fortunately, we caught a lot this time, so the money I got should be enough to buy it.
Wrapping his face with a scarf, Shitou set out on the road back to the village.
On the other side, the three members of the Shen family were not as smooth as Shi Tou.
When we arrived at Zhao's house, Zhao Changgui was at home.
After Zhao Ping'an welcomed the three people into the house, he began to pour hot water for them.
Zhao Changgui sat on the kang with a blank face and ignored the three people. The atmosphere became a little awkward for a moment.
Just when Shen Chunshu was about to question Zhao Changgui, he was unexpectedly beaten to the punch by Zhao Changgui, who had a gloomy face.
"The idea was all thought up by you two women from the Shen family. I also lost face because of it. I haven't asked you to pay for the loss yet, but you came to me first?"
"You guys have taken all my money. I have no money left but my life."
It turned out that Zhao Changgui thought that the three people from the Shen family came here because something happened to Old Man Shen and they came to ask him for money.
After all, the night he and Shen Hongmei sneaked back, Old Man Shen fainted from anger.
After that, all his attention was focused on how to restore his masculinity, and he had no intention of inquiring about the Shen family.
The youngest, Shen Limin, couldn't hold back and was the first to lose his temper: "Who dares to take your life? It's good enough that you don't take my second sister's life!"
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