In Xiangyangji, there is only one person selling meat.
This man's name was Zhu Yuchang, but the villagers liked to give him a nickname, Zhu Dachang.
At this time, Zhu Dachang's stall had already opened.
But perhaps because it was close to the end of the year, the number of people coming to the market to buy pork increased dramatically, resulting in most of the pork being sold as soon as it was released.
The rest were also reserved by someone, and only some bare bones, pig offal and the like were still there.
Many people, seeing the empty chopping board, could only make do with buying some scraps.
Zhu Dachang complained to the customer in annoyance: "Alas... If I had known that business was so good, I should have bought one more pig yesterday. However, at this time of year, all the pig farmers around have bought out. I'm afraid the price of pork will go up in the future."
"You guys, it will be hard to eat meat in the future! Tsk tsk tsk ..."
The pork around him is gone, which means he has to go to somewhere farther away to get meat. With this back and forth trading, it would be strange if the price of meat doesn't go up.
After hearing this, the guests present couldn't help but sigh, regretting that they didn't raise pigs at home, otherwise, they would definitely be able to make a small fortune by now.
Just then, Zhao Wei came over pushing a cart.
He borrowed this cart from the village and used it specifically to transport wild boar meat.
When Zhu Dachang saw such a big pig, his eyes lit up instantly.
"My goodness, this is too big. You are a good guy, you have some skills."
The domestic pigs he collected recently were all so thin that only ribs were left, and the price could not be raised.
But judging from the appearance of this wild boar, it probably weighs about 400 to 500 kilograms, which is really considered fat.
"Boss Zhu, please name a price. If it's suitable, I will sell it to you. Besides, I can get more in the future and send them to you."
Zhu Dachang said straightforwardly: "Young man, my place here has clearly marked prices, and I will never cheat anyone."
"Let's weigh the pork and the skin, and give you 50 cents per pound. I only sell it for 80 cents per pound, so I don't make much. There's still a lot of labor involved, and the leftovers are consumed. What do you think?"
Zhao Wei shook his head: "Your price is the price of a domestic pig. Mine is a wild boar, a rare game delicacy. It cannot be measured by the price of a domestic pig."
"Well... then give me a price. If I think I can afford it, I'll take it. If I can't, then there's nothing I can do."
When Zhu Dachang said this, he actually still wanted to lower the price, the less he could spend, the better.
There is no such thing as a very honest businessman, otherwise how can he make money.
Zhao Wei was not completely ignorant. When he was drinking with those drunkards, he often heard them bragging about what kind of meat was delicious and how much it cost.
Wild boar meat is probably a little more expensive, but not outrageously so, only about one or two cents.
Considering the current embarrassing situation of Zhu Dachang having no meat to sell, he directly offered a price of 70 cents for the live pigs.
Zhu Dachang naturally didn't quite agree with the price, and after bargaining with him for some time, Zhao Wei was still unwilling to give in.
But at this time, his meat stall was already surrounded by people, all clamoring to buy wild game meat.
These people are usually very stingy, and getting them to buy meat is harder than climbing Mount Everest.
It was the New Year, and Zhu Dachang thought about the other party's hard work in dragging the meat to the stall, which saved him a lot of effort, so he reluctantly agreed to the price.
Zhao Wei breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly went to the market to borrow a large scale. He also asked a few people to help lift the pig, and finally he was able to weigh the pork.
The final settlement was about 355.6 yuan.
He rounded off the 0.6 cents and only charged the other party 355 yuan.
Zhu Dachang's expression looked a little better.
After driving the cart around the market, Zhao Wei went to buy some construction materials. He originally wanted to buy cement, but it turned out that there was no stock at all.
I asked around and found out that this thing is only used in big cities and it is not yet popular in small places like this.
Moreover, the price was ridiculously high. He was afraid that with his few hundred dollars he could only buy a few bags of cement.
After thinking about it, I decided to buy lime instead.
As for sand, there is plenty of it in the stream. You can just dig it when the time comes.
In this case, he needed a cart that could pull sand, which was quite common in rural areas, and he could borrow it from the village.
So, after a stroll around the market, I only bought some daily necessities and a pile of limestone.
When passing by a house, he deliberately picked up a bag of brown sugar he had bought and knocked on the door.
A middle-aged woman opened the door and was a little surprised when she saw him.
"Hey, Zhao family kid, why are you suddenly here?"
"Ahem... Auntie, it's like this. I'm planning to build a new house and I need a cart, so I'm asking you to borrow it. If you don't need it urgently, please lend it to me first!"
He handed over the brown sugar: "This is a little gift from me, please accept it, Auntie."
"It's not a big deal, it's worth it for you to buy this. Don't want the thing, take it back and give it to your wife."
"Don't hit her anymore. She's such a capable woman. If you beat her and she runs away, you won't even have anywhere to cry."
The woman kept criticizing Zhao Wei while pushing her own cart.
"Okay, I'll give you the car. If you need any help, remember to tell my child's father. We are from the same village, and I can't just ignore your family when they are in trouble. It's still possible to lend a hand."
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