It was not yet 6:30, and there was still plenty of time. Liang Guiying first went to the small market near the residential area to check today's pork prices, and only after she had a general idea of the prices did she go to the dock.
The ferry ride took half an hour, and after getting off the ferry, there was still a ten-mile mountain path to walk. Liang Guiying was a fast walker and didn't bring anything, so she covered the distance in no time.
It was noon when we arrived at Sizhou Village. There were many villagers cooling off under the banyan tree at the village entrance. They were quite curious to see that Liang Guiying had gone to the city and returned with several men.
Li Xiufen and Liang Guiying didn't get along, and she clicked her tongue: "Fang Shu has grown up, gotten a wife and had a grandson. Guiying is now free of ties and wants to get married."
An ordinary person would usually have to explain or argue after being subjected to such sarcastic remarks, but Liang Guiying didn't explain. She just smiled and replied, "Yes, you're going to the city to be a wealthy lady. It's a pity that Xiufen isn't a widow, otherwise I would really like to give you a helping hand."
Li Xiufen felt a surge of emotion welling up in her chest, but she suppressed it again.
Li Xiufen's husband is a lazy man. When he was young, he would owe the production team work points every year. Now that the land has been distributed to individual households, he has become even lazier. He won't get up until he has slept enough, and once he has slept enough, he must eat. After eating, he will curse and swear. If he gets angry, he will even hit Li Xiufen.
What's the point of having a husband like that? He'd be better off dead.
Liang Guiying didn't care whether Li Xiufen lived or died. After poking Li Xiufen, she poked the others: "Meilan, Lianying, Jinmei, you are the same. Come find me when you become widows. I won't just care about my own wealth and ignore you. After all, we are all sisters from the same village."
"What's so great about it!"
The group snorted and dispersed.
Liang Guiying led Mr. Li and his group into the Zheng family's house.
It's Sunday today, and the house is quiet. The courtyard is covered in chicken droppings, and there are even some in the living room.
When Liang Guiying was at home, the floor was swept every day, the chicken coop was cleaned every day, and there was not a trace of chicken droppings in the courtyard. But after she left for only a few days, the house became as dirty as a garbage dump.
Mr. Zhang and his companions were unsure where to settle down, but Liang Guiying remained calm and said, "Mr. Zhang, please sit for a while. I'll boil some water, and after we've had some tea, I'll take you to see the pigs."
"Sister Guiying, you don't need to bother. Let's go check on the pigs." Boss Zhang said somewhat embarrassedly, "We won't have any meat to sell tomorrow."
Liang Guiying then led the group straight to the pigsty.
The pigsty was even dirtier and smelled terrible; the whole pigsty reeked of pig manure.
But each of the five pigs was very strong and robust, and they looked to weigh between 180 and 200 pounds!
"These are big pigs!" Boss Zhang exclaimed with delight. "Sister Guiying, how long have you been raising these pigs? How did you raise them?"
"A ladle of swill and a handful of bran, that's how everyone raises them. Mine's been like that for over half a year now," Liang Guiying said with a smile. "How are they? Can they eat them?"
“If all the pigs in your pen are of this quality, I’ll eat as many as you have.” Mr. Zhang made the decision on the spot. “Today’s price for pork is 1.5 yuan, and the price for live pigs is 48 cents. How about I give you 58 cents per pound?”
The meat processing plant doesn't care about pork prices. Every time they come to buy pork, they only pay one or two cents. Last year's batch was the highest, selling for three cents. A year has passed, and although pork prices have risen a bit compared to last year, according to the meat processing plant's habit, they can only give them a maximum of three and a half cents per pound.
Mr. Zhang's price is a very reasonable one.
Liang Guiying readily agreed: "Okay, shall we go and look at other places? If you need a lot, we can help you drive the pigs onto the ferry."
"Go check out other stores," said Mr. Zhang. "But if other stores don't have your quality, I'll only pay you 50 cents a pound."
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