The aroma of chicken wafted through the Chen family's courtyard early in the morning, making Tiger's mother next door swallow her saliva.
What are they cooking at Da Zhu's dad's house? It smells so good.
Hurry up and cook for the family. Tiger seemed a little confused.
Why are you eating so early today?
"We can't let the aroma of the Chen family's food waft around while we eat our own. We can't let it go to waste."
Tiger's father was speechless: "?"
Chen Xian counted the silver in his house and found that he had less than 300 taels left.
Uncle Chen came in from outside and said to Chen Xian, "Brother Xian, the pig farm and chicken farm should be almost finished today. Go and light those firecrackers at noon."
I smelled the delicious aroma in the yard and saw several people bustling around in the kitchen, but I didn't say anything.
My eldest nephew is becoming more and more opinionated.
Just then, a voice came from outside the door:
"Is Mr. Chen home? I need to speak with him urgently."
Chen Xian saw a familiar figure: Butcher Feng and an old woman, both with anxious expressions on their faces.
Butcher Feng: "Boss Chen, have you heard about the pork situation in town lately?"
Chen Xian nodded, "I did hear that. They said pork is considered a cold food and is bad for your health."
Butcher Feng patted his forehead, somewhat annoyed.
“I just bought a pig from another pig farm, and when I went to sell it yesterday, I found that the price of pork had dropped.”
It used to be 24 coins a pound, now it's only 22 coins a pound, and if you go again today, it'll only be 20 coins.
I gritted my teeth and lowered the price to sell yesterday, but I only have one pig left. The weather's still hot, what should I do?
The aroma of the Chen family's stewed meat filled him with joy, but then he noticed a pile of chicken feathers by the kitchen doorway, and his expression darkened slightly...
Most importantly, given the current resistance among the townspeople, he really wasn't sure how long this situation would last.
This is bad news.
Even their regular customers who buy pork from their own farm aren't buying it; they're planning to make stewed chicken instead.
It seems that pork is indeed difficult to obtain. Perhaps we really need to advertise it in the village, otherwise what should we do with the remaining pig?
Chen Xian: "Uncle Feng, don't worry. The drop in pork prices is only temporary. I estimate that the price should rebound a bit in half a month to a month."
Your business can continue in the future.
Well, as for what you said, you still have half a pig left. I have an idea for you: go to various villages and towns right now and sell as much as you can.
Then you cut me half off of the pig's carcass; I'll take that half.
Butcher Feng was suddenly taken aback, never expecting such a turn of events.
The old woman's eyes were a little red. "Mr. Chen, thank you so much, thank you so much... You're such a kind young man!"
"Uncle Feng, don't thank me yet. It's just that the price you get when you sell it in the village might be lower. We can't waste any time, because I'm afraid it will be really hard to sell. You'll just have to keep it for yourself."
Butcher Feng smiled helplessly, "In business, there are losses and gains. As long as we can sell it, it's fine to lose a little bit."
I still want to thank Mr. Chen for his help.
Then he cut out 40 catties at a price of 20 coins per catty.
Chen Xian looked at the cutting board and saw that one piece of meat from his family seemed to have significantly more meat than the other.
Butcher Feng laughed heartily: "Thank you, Boss Chen."
Chen Xian: "Uncle, could you and Aunt help me out? We'll entertain those men at noon, and I still need to go to town to sell this chicken."
Uncle Chen nodded.
After receiving the money, Butcher Feng happily began hawking his wares throughout the village.
"Brother Xian, are you serious? Pork prices might rise again?"
"Yes, pork is cheaper than mutton and has more oil than chicken and duck. It's impossible for it to be unsellable. It's the most suitable meat for us poor people to supplement our nutrition. There's no way it would be unsellable."
A number of men had already gathered around the pig farm and chicken farm.
They sat together, waiting for Chen Xian to come and pay their wages.
Chunxiu's father looked proud.
He pointed to the pigsties that had been built.
"Look, with everyone working together, we've built the pigsty and chicken coop in less than two months."
As the saying goes, "With unity of purpose, even Mount Tai can be moved."
They've learned a lot of characters at school recently, and this time they're finally able to put this sentence to use.
Zhao Dayou looked around, somewhat puzzled. Why hadn't Brother Xian come to pay our wages yet?
He glanced at the sun and said with a hint of helplessness:
"I just told you guys, slow down, slow down, that way we can still get a free lunch."
"Alright, you guys are too slow. You finished this job before noon, how could you possibly have lunch? As for the meat..."
You guys are so stupid, really.
Chen Ershui was also helping, but he was a little unhappy when he heard this.
Holding a shovel in her hand, she pointed at him and said:
"You've corrupted a perfectly good man, Zhao Youyou, you lazy bum! Don't you need a beating?"
People nearby quickly came over to break up the fight.
Zhao Dayou stepped back behind the crowd and whispered:
"Isn't what I said the truth?"
Look at the expressions on the faces of the others. Am I the only one who thinks this way?
"This isn't just bullying. You can't expect me to hate you like this just because I'm telling you what's on my mind, can you?"
Chen Ershui glanced around and, sure enough, saw quite a few men. A sheepish look appeared on his face.
"You people, when there's no work, you want someone to assign you tasks; when there is work, you want to take advantage of others."
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