After all, she was the director of the women's department. After thinking about it for a while, Liu Meilan understood what Qiao Baozhu meant.
When she thought of the stupid things she had just said to Zhang Cuilian, she immediately regretted it and slapped her lips.
"Look at my stinky mouth. I was so happy that I didn't even realize I said the wrong thing."
Liu Meilan finally understood why Zhang Cuilian had lost her temper. She was talking about waiting for Gao Liman to go to work and asking her to bring a can of meat sauce for Zhang Cuilian to taste.
Zhang Cuilian thought Liu Meilan was saying that she would give her a can of meat sauce only if she succeeded in this job. If Gao Liman failed to get the job, she would not be able to eat the meat sauce.
The key point is that Zhang Cuilian didn't expect to gain any benefits from a job at the beginning.
"Baozhu, look at what Auntie Lan did. She almost made you a nobody."
Liu Meilan reacted and quickly pulled Qiao Baozhu to go to the service center to buy meat. When they reached the door of the service center and searched their pockets, they found that they did not bring that many meat tickets, and they stamped their feet anxiously.
Liu Meilan's eagerness attracted the attention of an old man, who came over and asked Liu Meilan and her partner in a low voice if they wanted to buy some meat.
"Yes. My sister-in-law has been married for 20 years and just returned to her parents' home to visit relatives today. As a sister-in-law, you have to buy more meat to entertain the distinguished guest. Old man, do you have any meat at home?"
Liu Meilan saw that the old man was covered in patches and didn't look like he was in good condition. There were still two months before the end of the year, so it was too early to kill the pig.
Unless there are difficulties at home.
Her question touched upon the old man's sore spot.
"My grandson is getting married, so I killed two pigs to raise the money for the bride price. Alas, this year is a bad year, and pork is hard to sell."
The villagers would buy at most two kilograms of pork to try. Seeing that the pigs they had raised for a year were ready to be slaughtered, who would spend money to buy pigs from outside?
The old man wanted to try his luck at the staff quarters, but he couldn't bring any pork to sell, nor did he dare to ask anyone at the gate of the staff quarters.
I squatted in front of the service center for two days, but I didn't dare to shout. There was no other way. In this era, ordinary people who do business are called speculation and profiteering, and they will go to jail.
It was also because Liu Meilan spoke too loudly that the old man heard that she wanted to buy meat, so he came over hesitantly and asked.
Liu Meilan was very happy. She took Qiao Baozhu and the two of them got on the old man's donkey cart and headed straight for Xiaohegou Village.
The donkey cart traveled on the bumpy dirt road for nearly two hours, and the cold wind blew through our bodies.
The two entered the house, and the old man first asked Qiao Baozhu and Liu Meilan to sit on the kang to warm up. After the two drank a cup of hot water, two men came into the house, each carrying half a pig.
Two pieces of pork were placed firmly on the ground covered with newspapers. Liu Meilan hurried over to pick up the pork.
She picked and chose over and over again, and finally ordered a large piece of meat with both fat and lean parts.
"This pig is really fat, and the color of the meat is good. It looks like it was slaughtered recently."
Liu Meilan touched the pork and nodded with approval. Her family raised pigs, and every year when the village brigade slaughtered pigs, she was also in charge of distributing the pork. She could also check whether the pork was sick or fresh.
"Sister, you have a good eye. My pig was killed the day before yesterday, and I was hoping to sell it to raise money for my son's dowry. We are honest people, and we dare not sell a sick pig."
The person who was speaking was the old man's son, who seemed to be the head of the family. According to the man himself, his family's surname was Liang, and they were members of the village of Xiaohegou. The family only raised two pigs, and the money from selling the meat was used for the bride price and to build a new house in the spring of next year.
"How much is your pork per pound?"
When Qiao Baozhu heard Liu Meilan praising the pigs for being well raised, she also began to think about stockpiling pork.
"This piece of first-class meat you picked out is 60 cents. We country folk kill our own pigs and sell the meat, so we don't need tickets, and the price is cheap. I heard that on the black market in the city, a pound of pork costs one dollar."
The so-called first-class meat is the pork belly with fat and lean meat. In this era, people eat less oil and water, and they are willing to buy fat meat when they can buy some meat. Most people are not willing to buy meat like pork tenderloin.
Qiao Baozhu is now working as a warehouse manager in the canteen, and has a thorough understanding of the prices of various ingredients. Each branch of Qingyanshan Farm has a clear division of labor, and the pork delivered by the farm is also calculated according to the internal price.
The price of pork from the Liang family is actually not too cheap.
When Liu Meilan saw Qiao Baozhu was silent, she understood something and asked Qiao Baozhu: "Baozhu, is the pork from his shop more expensive than the one you buy from the canteen?"
Before Qiao Baozhu could answer, Liang Xingchu got anxious and blurted out, "The canteen has a large purchase volume, so it's normal for it to be cheaper. You only have 10 or 8 kilograms of meat at most. If we give it to you at a discount, we will lose money."
Liu Meilan was unhappy when she heard this. "Buying 10 or 8 kilograms? I think others buy 2 kilograms at most. If I didn't have an emergency at home, I wouldn't buy such a large piece. The New Year is coming soon, who needs pork?"
Liang Xingchu was silent. Liu Meilan was telling the truth. But if he waited until the Chinese New Year to slaughter the pig, every household would slaughter a pig at that time, so who would buy his pork?
He could sell it for a high price in the city, but he didn't have the ability to go to the black market.
"Uncle, if you buy this piece of pork, how much do you plan to sell it for?"
Qiao Baozhu's words shocked everyone, including Liu Meilan.
"You want to buy a fan of pork? Can you two finish it?"
Qiao Baozhu didn't say anything, her eyes were fixed on Liang Xingchu. "If the price is reasonable, I'll buy a whole fan. If you sell it by the pound or two, it will take a long time, and the meat will be dried out and no longer fresh, so you won't be able to sell it at a good price."
The longer the time is, the less fresh the pork will be, and it will not be able to be sold at a good price.
Liang Xingchu pulled his old father out of the house, and the two discussed for a long time.
When Liu Meilan saw the two of them leave, she couldn't help but pull Qiao Baozhu aside and asked in a low voice: "Baozhu, do you really want to buy so much pork? How can you finish it?"
Qiao Baozhu looked at Liu Meilan deeply and didn't respond. Liu Meilan suddenly understood, blushing, and muttered angrily: "I'm really getting more and more ignorant as I get older. And you said my Daman'er is heartless, but I'm not much better."
Qiao Baozhu pursed her lips and smiled, but still didn't say anything more.
After a while, Liang Xingchu walked in.
He said in a muffled voice, "This piece of pork weighs 106 jin and 5 liang. You can take it for 50 yuan. If the price is any lower, we won't make any money."
Qiao Baozhu didn't bargain, but she didn't intend to pay either.
"Okay, that's settled. I don't have that much money on me right now, so you guys pack the pork and send it to my house. When we get home, help me divide the pork."
Liu Meilan thought Qiao Baozhu only bought a piece of pork, but when she saw two sacks, she was completely dumbfounded.
Qiao Baozhu bought a whole pig. What did she want to do?
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