Chapter 367 Thank the Butcher
Old Mrs. Wen was wearing a straw raincoat and sweeping the fallen leaves in the yard with a broom.
"Grandma, is Grandpa still sleeping?"
Old Lady Wen looked at Wen Zhenyi coming over with an umbrella, his trouser legs all wet from the rain: "Why are you coming over here on such a rainy day?"
"I'm going to go check out the fields. The rainstorm last night was pretty heavy."
"Wait a minute, I'll go with you." Old Mrs. Wen put the broom aside and followed her out the door.
The roads in the village are still made of yellow mud. When it rains, there are puddles everywhere. If you are not careful, you can easily slip. You have to be careful when walking.
"Grandma, the ground is too slippery. Don't go with me."
"It's okay. Look, I'm wearing clogs. They have patterns on them to prevent slipping."
"These lines will be filled with mud soon. Just stay home. I'll come back and tell you if anything happens."
Mrs. Wen knew she was worried, so she hesitated and nodded: "Have you swept the leaves in your yard?"
"Not yet. Some branches were broken by the wind. I'll trim them and clean them up later."
"Okay, it's not convenient to clean up now since the rain hasn't stopped yet."
Wen Zhenyi held her umbrella and walked towards the farmland, taking one step deep and one step shallow. If she wasn't careful, she would have slipped a lot, but fortunately she was agile and didn't fall flat on her face.
When we arrived at the fertile fields, we saw many villagers gathered there. However, they were not as lucky as Wen Zhenyi. Some of them were covered in mud.
The umbrella in my hand was broken, so I simply gave up holding it and stood in the drizzle.
Dong Li stood in front of the crowd and talked to the villagers.
Wen Zhenyi walked up to him and asked, "Grandpa Village Chief, what's going on in the fields?"
Dong Li saw her coming and pointed to some rice ears that had been blown down in the field: "I'm afraid this will affect the harvest this year."
“Can we still harvest it?”
"We're talking about this too. When the weather clears up, hurry up and harvest all the rice ears in the fields. Otherwise, all our work this year will be in vain."
"Okay, when the weather clears up, I'll pull out the ox cart and horse carriage at home, but the problem is finding a place to dry them here."
Grandpa You said at this time: "There are long benches and tables and chairs in the old house, right?"
"Yes, yes, yes. Our old tables and chairs are still in the old house."
"Our family hasn't moved either."
"That's easy. Everyone, please carry all the tables, chairs, and benches from your home to the drying yard. We can then take down the bed boards and lay them on top to dry them."
"Okay, okay, let's go back and pack up our things. When the weather clears up, let Shinichi help us take them to the drying yard."
Dong Li said at this time: "Leave someone behind while the clothes are drying. If you see the weather change, ring the bell and call for help."
"Okay, let's go now."
Wen Zhenyi also went back to find someone to lead the ox cart and horse carriage.
There will be no classes at the private school today, so the children can come and help.
After the weather cleared up, the whole village became busy. The children were responsible for driving the ox carts and transporting tables, chairs and benches to the drying yard.
Whoever delivers and organizes the rice first will immediately come to the fields to help harvest the rice.
Now no one distinguishes who owns what, and everyone helps to collect from the beginning.
Some younger children, such as Wen Yongman and Hu Zi, were responsible for picking up the rice ears that fell into the mud with baskets.
Today, a notice was posted in her shop, announcing that she would be closed for a few days to harvest crops.
This storm made the entire county busy. There were not many villagers to be seen in the town, as every household was rushing to harvest.
When Wen Chengwen and the others returned, they also planned to take a break and not set up their stall, but the pork business could not be interrupted, otherwise the people in the town would not be able to buy pork.
Wen Zhenyi thought of Xie the Butcher who used to have a stall across from their house: "Dad, you can find Xie the Butcher."
"Ask him to take over the butcher's business?"
"Well, now the scale of the pig farm can meet the daily needs of the town. Let him take over the pork stall business, and you can come back to help me."
"Okay, I'll go find him later."
During this period, Xie the Butcher had a very bad life. Not only did he lose all his money, but his life became more and more difficult.
Their family had no good farmland and had always made a living by selling pork. The sudden loss of their livelihood made their lives even more difficult.
When Wen Chengwen found him, he looked so decadent that he no longer looked like before. His clothes were a little torn, and the child's face had turned sallow.
"Thank you, boss."
Xie the Butcher was stunned when he saw him: "Boss Wen, why are you here?"
Wen Chengwen looked at him with mixed feelings: "Won't you invite me in to sit down?"
Xie the butcher made room for him and said, "Come in and sit down."
Wen Chengwen sat on a stool in the yard. Madam Xie brought him a bowl of water and said, "We only have boiled water at home. Don't be disgusted."
"I don't mind." He then looked at Xie the Butcher and said, "I came to see you today because of something."
Butcher Xie looked at the people in front of him with self-mockery. They were all people who made a living by selling pork in the town. Now they were well-dressed, well-fed, and had successful children. Then he looked at his current life.
"Boss Wen, what can I do for you?"
"Do you still want to sell pork?"
Butcher Xie's eyes gleamed, but soon dimmed again. "Look at me now. Can I still afford to buy a pig?"
"I can give you the pig first, and you can pay me after you sell it."
Butcher Xie suddenly raised his head and grabbed Wen Chengwen's hand: "Boss Wen, you didn't lie to me?"
"How could I lie to you, but there is one thing you have to promise me."
"What's up?"
"The price of pork cannot go up. The pigs I give you will still be the same as before."
"Really?"
"Of course it's true. I think you also know that I built a pig farm recently to prevent the price of pork from rising."
Butcher Xie looked at Wen Chengwen and felt a little inferior. He thought they would have to pay a high price for pork, but when he saw them selling the pork, he realized that was not the case.
Although pork was not sold every day during that period, people could occasionally eat cheap pork, and even the county town could not afford such cheap meat.
He could eat it in their inconspicuous town. He even cursed him in his heart for being stupid and not knowing how to make money.
But looking back now, were they really stupid?
They are making much more money now than they would have made from the rising pork prices.
"I promise."
"In that case, come with me today and bring back a pig. My stall at the market hasn't expired yet, so you can use it for the time being. You can pay for it yourself when it expires."
Xie the Butcher was now in tears: "Boss Wen, thank you, thank you."
Madam Xie and the child were also secretly wiping away their tears. During this period of time, they also learned about the fickleness of human nature. When their lives were good, there were many people who made friends with them and flattered them.
When they are having a hard time, they want to stay away from them and treat them as a plague.
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