Chapter 258: Big Shopping
After getting rid of the snotty kid, Jiang Yuzhu breathed a sigh of relief.
She, an adult, actually wanted to tease a little kid. She's really out of her mind!
The group continued walking inside and saw many pork stalls.
The newly slaughtered New Year pig is still steaming.
The butcher was sharpening his knife while shouting, "Top quality pork belly, twenty cents a pound!"
Although there was a war a few years ago, the situation was not as serious as this year. The price of pork belly was 17 or 18 cents, and it has increased a bit this year.
"How about we come back and do some shopping?"
Jiang Yuzhu looked at the endless market ahead and hesitated.
Seeing this, Gong Huai suggested, "Madam, there are only one or two big markets before the New Year. After a few days, the people in the surrounding villages will not go out."
After Laba Festival, families who need to stock up on New Year’s goods have almost finished doing so, and the scale of the market will only shrink.
"If we don't rush to buy, only some scraps will be left, and the good ones will be picked up."
Huang Dali patted his chest and said, "Madam, after we buy it, I will be responsible for sending it back to your house first."
During this trip to the market, stocking up on meat is the top priority.
There are too many people and the butcher is too busy to handle it, so the other party will certainly not help deliver the food to your house.
Jiang Yuzhu said, "We have a large population in our house, and we can't do without meat during the New Year, so we need to stock up more."
In Da Qi, people prefer fatty meat and lard.
After refining, lard can be used for cooking and stewing, and the lard residue can be sprinkled with some salt to make it more delicious.
"Pork belly twenty cents!"
One of the butchers shouted a few times, and the stall became empty. Most of the people were attracted by the pork belly selling for twelve cents at the stall next to them, and they surrounded it in a crowd.
The price difference between the two companies was too large, which aroused Yan Lin's curiosity.
When Yan Lin squeezed to the cheap meat stall and looked through it, he frowned and said, "The pork is white, like the color of boiled water, it's sick pork!"
Although it is much cheaper, sick pork cannot be eaten!
As soon as Yan Lin finished speaking, the butcher became unhappy and angrily said, "Buy if you want, or get out if you don't want. Do you really need to point fingers at me?"
"This sick pig died of a high fever. How can you sell it? What if someone gets sick from eating it?"
As a doctor, Yan Lin has good intentions and does not want the people to be deceived.
Jiang Yuzhu also came over and agreed with Yan Lin's judgment.
The sick pigs have a high fever and the myoglobin in their lean meat is depleted, causing it to appear pale white, as if it had been boiled in water.
The people were silent and no one paid any attention to Yan Lin, which made Yan Lin very puzzled.
One of the ladies said, "You are not from the border town, are you? Butcher Sun has been dealing in sick pork."
Normal pork belly costs 20 cents, while diseased pork is only about half the price, which is very cost-effective.
Of course, this price difference is nothing to the rich, but to the poor, every penny counts.
"Butcher Sun is a very conscientious businessman. The price of sick pork is different from that of good pork."
There is no deception involved.
Butcher Sun has been doing business for many years, and he has never heard of anyone getting hurt after eating his food.
The old lady smiled bitterly and said, "Rich people cannot eat rough noodles because they think it irritates their throats. We poor people are lucky to have a full meal. Why should we be so particular?"
Everyone lined up again and Yan Lin fell silent.
He can spend money to give good pork to the people, but the diseased pork will still be sold through other channels.
Seeing Yan Lin's visible disappointment, Jiang Yuzhu didn't even blink and said coldly, "Did this little thing cause you a psychological shock?"
"I never thought the people in the north would live such a hard life..."
Yan Lin is soft-hearted and always finds it easy to empathize with others.
He felt sad when he saw people buying diseased pork to eat.
When I think about it this way, the medical consultation fees at my own Jishidiang are so sky-high and unfair.
Jiang Yuzhu said speechlessly: "No wonder the Yan family said you are a prodigal son. You are a doctor, but you are also a businessman."
The truly poor people couldn’t even afford a bite of meat.
Buying diseased pork is entirely a personal choice.
Jiang Yuzhu pointed to a smiling woman carrying a large piece of pork and said to Yan Lin, "Look, that piece of meat weighs at least five or six pounds. If you buy regular-priced pork, you can buy half of it."
Two or three pounds of pork is enough for the whole family to make meat dumplings.
"The people who buy sick pork are not poor, but they just want to get a little bargain."
You get what you pay for, it's fair.
If the people accept equal-value transactions, is there any need for Yan Lin to lament the suffering of the people?
"If you're interested, we can buy some food and send it to the charity hall in a few days."
There is a charity hall in the border town, which takes in orphans and widows who are truly in need of help.
Comforted by Jiang Yuzhu, Yan Lin suddenly understood and said with a smile: "Mrs. Xie, you are the person I admire most!"
Jiang Yuzhu's eyes sparkled. She admired her so she stayed to eat and drink for free?
Thinking of Yan Lin's contribution, Jiang Yuzhu endured it. It was not the time to get rid of him.
After Yan Lin put his worries aside, he pointed at the pork belly that cost 20 wen per pound and said, "This pig has smooth fur and thick fat. It's obvious that it's a good pig that has been carefully raised!"
When the butcher heard this, he immediately felt like he had met a bosom friend: "What the scholar said is absolutely right. Our pig eats everything with relish and has never been sick. It is definitely not a sick pig!"
"Yes, the meat is firm and tastes better when stewed!"
Yan Lin pinched it and came to a conclusion.
Hong Xiu leaned forward to take a look and asked doubtfully, "Is it really that good?"
It's just ordinary pork, nothing else can be seen.
Yan Lin smiled confidently and said, "Absolutely, Hongxiu, don't forget that I've killed more than a dozen pigs!"
In order to cure his blood phobia, Yan Lin killed chickens, ducks, geese, rabbits and pigs.
"We want the whole pig."
Jiang Yuzhu made the decision and instructed the butcher to help with packing.
The butcher thought that business would be slow due to high prices, but as soon as he set up his stall, a fat pig weighing over 300 pounds was sold out.
Not only that, Jiang Yuzhu also ordered two New Year pigs from a butcher, and had them slaughtered and delivered directly to her house.
As the group was about to leave, they heard earth-shaking cries from the crowd.
The voice sounded familiar. Jiang Yuzhu looked in the direction of the voice and said to Hong Jin, "Look, is that the snotty kid we gave the candied haws to?"
At this moment, the snotty kid was struggling desperately, crying, "I don't know you!"
A woman stood beside him, smiling and saying to the people around him, "His father is a gambler, so he sold this boy to me."
So it barely makes sense that they don’t know each other.
The woman was a human trafficker and wanted to take the little boy away. The little boy put up a desperate resistance and refused to obey even if beaten to death. He cried, "You are talking nonsense! How could my father sell me out?"
The people believed what the old woman said and felt some sympathy for the little boy.
Normally, a family would not sell their male children unless they were unable to make ends meet.
If the snotty kid's father is a gambler, then selling his children is nothing.
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