Chapter 141 The Source of the Stench
Shi Qingqing and her husband talked about building a kang at night, but they didn't really take action. The agent landlord, Sister Chen, came to their door first.
At that time, Zhao Fengnian happened to be out delivering goods.
There are still a few families who insist on ordering my cousin’s smoked goose.
Sister Chen said, "Qingqing, it's like this, didn't we agree to let you use the house for three years? But the villagers thought I took some money and told my son about it."
Then what?
Just like the old Qi family, they have no sense of contract and are planning to take over the workshop that my cousin built with great effort while his smoked goose business is still doing well?
Shi Qingqing had experienced something like this before, so she would actively think about it in this direction, but she did not get angry. Instead, she waited for the other person to continue talking.
Sister Chen said embarrassedly: "It's like this, my son said that people gave him feedback that your cousin buried the blood and dirt nearby, and the land nearby was very smelly. In this case, we can only negotiate with you to see if you can take care of the environmental sanitation issue."
Shi Qingqing thought to herself, it was a good thing that she didn't impulsively accuse Sister Chen of breaking the contract.
But this matter still left her speechless.
I thought... "I used those viscera and goose blood as bait, where did the inedible offal and goose blood come from?"
Sister Chen widened her eyes: Huh?
There is such a thing.
Then, the person who called her son really had bad intentions.
Shi Qingqing knew that words would not be of much use, and she was not an authoritative stamp that could not make a final document wherever she pointed.
"Let me take you to have a look. If we can find such a place, we will dig it up with our own hands immediately."
Sister Chen felt a little embarrassed. If this wasn't the case, it would seem like she was looking for trouble.
But Shi Qingqing behaved calmly and didn't have any major emotional fluctuations, which made Sister Chen feel better. If she was misunderstood and started a quarrel, and then took her to see the "evidence", she would be the one who would be embarrassed.
The two of them left the yard and went to their cousin's house without explaining their purpose. Shi Qingqing took Sister Chen to see the kitchen, which was a bit messy, but there was no dirt or smell.
"Before, my family sold fresh geese, which might have had a bit of a bloody smell. Now, we run a food stall at the night market, and we use frozen food provided by others. The geese themselves have an empty stomach, so there is even less food. Didn't you see that I haven't gone out to fish recently and have been resting at home? There is no bait."
Shi Qingqing's logic is quite airtight.
Sister Chen looked around in the yard, and was then taken out by Shi Qingqing to walk around the wall.
As they walked, Shi Qingqing's expression became strange.
How come there is a faint stench?
Could it be that I had misjudged my cousin? Did he not follow my advice and buried the kitchen waste at random?
Sister Chen's expression was also difficult to maintain. If she said or asked anything, it would seem as if she was questioning whether Shi Qingqing's behavior was a show.
Shi Qingqing was not embarrassed. As long as she had not done anything wrong, she had no fear of ghosts knocking on her door. Even if there was really kitchen waste buried in the sewage, she was just the one who failed to supervise properly. As long as she let go of the affairs of the house, she could ignore the fact that her cousin was kicked out for not protecting the surrounding environment.
You have nothing to lose.
So be open and confident enough.
Shi Qingqing followed the smell and found the source.
It was a small protruding bump with loose soil and a moist surface, with a sticky sheen, as if it was intended to make its presence easily discoverable.
This is where the stench starts.
Shi Qingqing borrowed some tools and after a few shovelfuls, she revealed what was inside: a pile of hearts, livers, stomachs and lungs.
But a goose doesn't have such large organs.
Probably something bigger, like a mammal.
Canine, feline?
Shi Qingqing waved her hands in front of her nose, as if trying to fan away the stronger stench, but she found that the stench became even more obvious. This action was useless and just sounded yin and yang.
Shi Qingqing shoveled the rotten remains, which could barely be identified as those of a cat, onto the plastic sheet, picked out the one with more patterns from the two bags she had bought, put the bag in, and went back to find a dense forest to hang it up.
Hanging cats and dogs on trees can help their souls rest in peace and also protect the family.
There are also superstitious beliefs that cats absorb spiritual energy from the soil and then crawl up. Anyway, I don't know when some people started doing this, and gradually they influenced each other.
There is also a saying that goes like "if a dog does not bury himself, he will follow the water."
This is not the point. The point is that after picking up the remains of the cat, Sister Chen learned that her cousin's family did not have cats or dogs. After all, they had chickens, ducks and other animals at home. It would be difficult to limit the negative impact of cats and dogs on food, such as hair loss, climbing beams, wagging their tails and barking at the pot. These cannot be guaranteed 100%. Her cousin's family simply did not have pets.
When Sister Chen found out that the cat was not her cousin's, her expression turned a little cold.
After all, she has lived for decades, so she can probably figure out what's going on after a little thought.
I'm afraid someone is jealous and doesn't want to offend anyone, so he lets her and her be the first to take action.
I've never heard of other people making smoked goose. Why didn't I see anyone from your side making and selling it in the early years? Why do you have to do this now that others have started making it?
There is a roast duck maker in the village. He took a big step forward in the 1980s, starting from selling three or five pieces of meat. Now his whole family has moved to Fucheng, the provincial capital, and bought a house and a shop. They are living a prosperous life. When they come back, one car for his parents and one for his son and daughter-in-law, all of which are made from roast duck.
I'm afraid some people think that there are not many people like this in the village, and they feel unbalanced when they see outsiders acting like this.
"Okay, I already know what's going on here. I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. You can continue with your business, but you should also be prepared. Jealousy can be a big deal or a small one."
"Okay, I'll talk to my cousin and the others. Sister Chen, take care. I won't see you off."
Sister Chen waved her hand and left with a slight anger in her heart.
Of course, this anger was not directed at Shi Qingqing and the others.
After Sister Chen left, Shi Qingqing sat with her cousin for a while. After a while, Zhao Fengnian, the deliveryman, came. Shi Qingqing briefly explained the whole story to him. As for how to deal with it or if there was anything heart-to-heart to say, she let his cousin, who was a relative, speak.
Zhao Fengnian had been talking to his cousin for nearly forty minutes, and finally decided not to say too much about the smoked goose and sales volume to the villagers who came to get close to him. In the past three months, he only took fixed orders from outside and Shi Qingqing's agreement.
It's late at night and everyone is asleep.
Shi Qingqing watched Zhao Fengnian stand up and guessed the reason. "Do you think that person will come to see you tonight out of guilt? Then I'll go with you."
The two of them bent down quietly and approached their cousin's yard like thieves.
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