Chapter 313: Braised Pig's Trotters I Missed for a Long Time
Shen Hanxing smiled and said, “The people should be very happy.”
"Are you also going to the county town to take the college entrance examination?"
"After the Chinese New Year, it's only a few days away."
"We'll go with you then, since my eldest cousin is getting married."
"Yes, I can also attend his wedding." Chen Hanxing has also attended many wedding banquets during this period.
Their friends have also completed their own major life events. Although there are joys and sorrows, that's what life is like.
"Miss Wen."
When Wen Zhenyi heard someone calling him from behind, he turned around and looked at the person behind him with some surprise.
There were quite a few people there. They seemed to be from nearby villages, helping her build a house. "What can I do for you?"
A group of people spoke hesitantly: "Miss Wen, if you are short of people in the future, can you call us?"
Wen Zhenyi didn't mention anything else. Just based on their efficiency and enthusiasm in building houses for her during this period, she hoped there would be a next time. "Okay, I will have a few workshops in the future. Maybe if there are not enough people in the village, I will recruit some more."
"Really?"
"Really? I'll release the news when the time comes. If it's convenient for you, please leave me an address."
"Okay, okay."
Wen Zhenyi took him back to his home yard, wrote down their names and addresses, and promised to give them priority when recruiting, but he didn't know how many people would be recruited.
So she might pass the assessment, so don't blame her if she's not recruited.
The people all nodded in agreement and left happily.
The news that the Wen family started selling pork spread throughout the town within a day.
People were afraid that the products would be sold out in one day like before, so they went out to the market before dawn to queue up, fearing that they would not be able to buy them if they were too late.
When Wen Chengwen and his companions arrived in ox carts and horse carriages, they were stunned by the endless queue in front of the market gate.
"What's going on?"
The owner of the beef stall looked at him and smiled: "I know you sell pork, so I came here in the middle of the night to line up, just waiting for you."
The owner of the mutton stall was also envious. Pork used to be cheap and there were some left over if it wasn't sold out. But now it has become the most sought-after.
Wen Chengwen looked at Ma Yinghe and the others. They had originally planned to kill one pig today, but Wen Zhenyi directly said to kill five.
The whole family was a little confused about what to do, but they still chose to believe her.
Now it seems that Wen Zhenyi was absolutely right.
Old Lady Wen looked at the long line at the market entrance with a worried look on her face: "Even if there were five pigs, I'm afraid they wouldn't be enough for so many people."
"Grandma, each of us is limited to selling only one pound of meat, regardless of fat or lean meat."
"That's all we can do. I have to tell everyone there will be pork every day from now on."
"yes."
The gate of the market was opened from the inside, and the vendors all came in from the backyard. Only when the market manager saw that all the vendors had come in did he open the gate and let the customers come in to buy.
When he opened the door, he was almost knocked to the ground by the people outside. Fortunately, someone nearby helped him up.
The steward looked at the people heading straight for the pork stall and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "This kind of scene has not been seen for a century!"
The vendors in the market nodded one by one: "That's right."
"Boss, I want five pounds of fat."
"I want ten pounds."
“.....”
Wen Zhenyi and the others felt like their ears were about to explode: "Everyone, please stop arguing and line up. Otherwise, we won't sell it to you."
As soon as she said this, the noisy stall became orderly again.
Wen Chengwen cleared his throat and said, "Today, everyone can only buy one kilogram, regardless of fat or thin. If you can't buy anything, that's fine. We'll slaughter a pig every day from tomorrow and sell it at the market. Anyone who needs one can just come and buy."
When we heard that each person could buy one kilogram, everyone was a little dissatisfied. But when we heard that it would be sold every day, we no longer complained.
"Miss Wen, I want a pound of fat."
"Okay." Wen Zhen picked up the knife and cut a standard pound of fat for her.
Wen Chengwen weighed her and said, "Look at Wangwang's weight."
"Miss Wen's hands are like scales." The woman happily paid the money and took a piece of meat to the market to buy other vegetables.
A man looked at the meat on the stall with some confusion, unable to decide what to buy.
The people in the queue behind were getting a little impatient: "Hurry up, what are you dawdling for? Are you picking a wife?"
"Don't argue, I just want to eat everything, but I don't know what to buy."
Wen Zhenyi felt that he was having trouble choosing: "How about you give me half a pound of pork belly, which has both fat and lean meat, and half a pound of spare ribs."
The man nodded immediately when he heard it: "Okay, okay, okay. Your idea is the best."
Wen Zhenyi cut half a pound of pork belly for him and filled him with half a pound of ribs.
When people see that you can buy things this way, they will follow suit, unless they are very clear about what they want to buy.
The beef and mutton stalls have absolutely no business today, and not even a pound of meat has been sold so far.
The owner of the beef stall was fine, as Wen Zhenyi helped him collect the unsold beef.
The owner of the mutton stall was not so lucky, and his brows were almost knotted with worry.
Wen Zhenyi naturally knew that their family coming to sell pork today would inevitably affect the business of the two of them. She didn't mind the beef from the beef stall owner and would take as much as she could.
It was just the mutton from the mutton stall owner. She thought for a moment and walked over: "Boss."
The mutton stall owner saw her coming over and smiled: "What's wrong?"
"Send this mutton to my shop today. I'll change the breakfast dish tomorrow and make a mutton roll noodle dish."
"Really?"
"real."
"Thank you."
Old Mrs. Wen took the time to look at her, a smile on her face. Her granddaughter was very thorough in everything she did, so they really didn't have to worry about anything.
They were originally worried that today's incident would lead to some enmity, but who knew that she could resolve it so easily.
Many vendors in the market are doing exceptionally good business today. Things that would have taken a long time to sell have all been sold out before the market closes.
They couldn't help but sigh that if everything was this fast every day, they would be much more relaxed.
When the pork was sold out, some people were disappointed because they didn't get any. They asked, "Boss Wen, will there really be pork tomorrow?"
"Yes, every day from now on."
"That's good, that's good, I can finally eat pork."
Old Man Wen looked at the pig heads, pig tails, and pig trotters left on the stall. These things were difficult to handle and basically no one wanted them.
They cleaned the pig offal, and some people who couldn't buy pork bought some.
"What should I do with these remaining things?"
"It's okay, I have a way." Wen Zhenyi has been missing braised pig's trotters for a long time.
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