No matter how Manager Han tried to persuade her, Madam Huang was unwilling to let him take the remaining two jars of wine.
Manager Han sounded rather disappointed in his son.
That's incredibly disregard for money.
After everyone left, the Zhao family courtyard was suddenly filled with people.
"Auntie, what were those people who came to your house just now?" Aunt Cuihua asked.
"Well, as you all know, my family runs a food stall in town, so when we have free time, we research and make some food."
I found a lot of mountain delicacies when I went into the mountains before, and I pickled them whenever I had time.
The owner of Ruyilou Restaurant happened to see that our food was delicious, so he bought it all.
As you all know, we peasants are incredibly frugal; every penny counts. If someone wants to buy, we'll naturally sell.
No sooner had Huang finished speaking than someone else raised a question.
"Grandma Huang, it's just some pickled vegetables, why is Ruyi Restaurant making such a big fuss? The manager seems to think they're very precious. Are you trying to fool us?"
Upon hearing this, Madam Huang's face immediately turned cold.
"How Ruyi Tower handles things is none of my business, how could a country bumpkin like me know?"
Maybe they just like this kind of grand display.
Besides, things we take for granted might catch the eye of someone important.
People really love it; it's something that's priceless.
What's wrong? If you have any questions, you can run a few steps and catch up with the people at Ruyi Tower to ask them what's making them so fuss.
However, regardless of whether my family has any issues today, I am grateful for everyone's kind help.
Even if we weren't from the same village or descended from the same ancestor, the mutual support and camaraderie we share has deeply moved this old woman.
Three days later, my husband and his family will be on leave. The shops in my town will close for a day, and we'll buy a few pigs to treat the whole village to meat.
As soon as Huang finished speaking, the whole courtyard cheered.
"Grandma Qian'er, we're really looking forward to your pig-slaughtering feast! When are you going to hold it? We'll come over in advance to help out."
"Auntie, the vegetables in my garden are growing very well. I'll bring a basket over to add to my meal later."
“I also have vegetables at home, and a lot of mushrooms that I picked up on the mountain before, so I brought some of those as well.”
They all came from hard times. Meat was so expensive that no one would be willing to buy some to improve their meals.
Some families haven't tasted meat for two years.
Upon hearing that Madam Huang was going to treat everyone to meat, everyone's enthusiasm immediately ignited.
The discussion veered off-topic from what the Zhao family actually sold to how many pigs they planned to slaughter and how many dishes they would prepare.
Mrs. Huang smiled and saw off the last person left in the courtyard. She quickly closed the gate, as she was exhausted.
It's good that the villagers are enthusiastic, but their enthusiasm can be overwhelming.
The reason why Mr. Huang suggested treating everyone to meat was not a spur-of-the-moment decision.
Our family runs a food stall in town, and the whole village knows it. Moreover, many families buy tofu from us to sell, and we've made quite a bit of money from it.
My family has been staying in town lately, tending to the vegetables we grow in the fields.
Before, we didn't have time to take care of it at home, but the villagers would come over to help us, one by one, to hoe the ground or pull weeds.
It's truly touching that not a single vegetable has been lost from our garden over such a long period of time.
Although some people have ulterior motives.
Just now, someone tried to find out what their family had sold, which is only natural. Overall, the villagers are good people, kind and righteous.
Besides, my family has big plans for the future.
First, earn back these personal favors. Then, whether you buy mountain land to hire people to plant fruit trees or lead the whole village to raise pigs and get rich, you will definitely have enough supporters.
According to Guainv, it would be to organize a team-building activity at an appropriate time.
Win people over with small favors first. When the crucial moment comes, you will surely receive a return of several hundred percent or even more.
Moreover, Zhao Family Village has such a simple and honest folk culture.
Huang swept the floor of the main room carefully, and then carried the remaining two jars of wine back to her bedroom.
Looking at the wine jar, Huang really wanted to open it and drink three big bowls of wine first.
But the girl explained that this stuff has a strong aftereffect, and if she wanted to drink it, she couldn't do it alone; someone had to be with her.
"I'm so hungry for it!" Huang said, licking her lips.
In the end, reason prevailed over cravings, and I went to fetch water and clean the house.
After finishing the cleaning, Huang went to check on the pigsty. She was pleased to see that the piglets were growing well.
The pigsty was very well cleaned, with stone slabs paving the ground, and a huge septic tank was specially built behind the pigsty.
Of course, this septic tank isn't the open type. It has a cover, and a ditch was specially built to connect it to the pigsty.
After cleaning the pigsty of manure each day, the pig officials would thoroughly wash the stone slabs with clean water.
The sewage would then flow from the ditch into the septic tank.
This is both safe and hygienic.
When the septic tank is full, the manure can be transported to the fields to provide nutrients for the crops.
If the manure is not used up by their own fields, they can share it with the villagers.
In this way, someone helps clean the septic tank for free, and a sense of goodwill is also preserved.
On the first night of the Zhao family men's holiday, the entire Zhao family returned to the village to prepare for the pig-slaughtering feast the next day.
When they returned that evening, horse-drawn carriages, mule carts, and donkey carts all came together, followed by two oxcarts.
There were five live pigs tied to the oxcart, along with dozens of live chickens and ducks.
The moment this grand procession appeared at the village entrance, Zhao Family Village erupted in excitement.
The pigs, chickens, and ducks were placed in the courtyard behind the ancestral hall. Since they were going to be slaughtered in two days, they didn't need to be fed. It was fine to keep their legs and mouths tied.
"Village chief, shouldn't we arrange for someone to keep watch tonight? Otherwise, what will we eat tomorrow if someone steals the pigs, chickens, and ducks in the middle of the night?"
If someone makes a suggestion, then it should naturally be arranged.
Tonight, ten young men have been assigned to guard the meat.
In fact, in everyone's eyes, what are those panting things on the ground now are just plates of various meat dishes.
The pigs that the Zhao family bought were all large ones; the smallest weighed nearly 200 jin (100 kg), and the largest weighed almost 300 jin (150 kg).
After all, for ordinary households, a pig that grows to 150 or 160 centimeters is already considered quite large.
Tonight, everyone except the young men on night watch went to bed early.
For no other reason than that everyone has to get up early tomorrow, the children will watch the excitement, the adults will help, and the elderly will be in charge of overall coordination.
In reality, the young people do the work, while the older folks gather together to chat. It's important to participate in group activities.
Every household keeps their doors locked tight.
In the past, some people in Zhao Family Village would carelessly leave their doors unlocked when they went out. But after Zhao Jinfa gave them safety education, their awareness of prevention improved, and now every household has a lock.
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