It feels good to be trusted.
Qin Huai was going to do business again before the New Year, so he drove directly to Shili Village in the south of the city.
What he was looking for was the person who sold pork privately in the market. When he came here, he found out that Zeng Changming was actually the production team leader of Shili Village.
He had no recollection of seeing Qin Huai, and only remembered after Qin Huai reminded him. He said coldly, "You're too late. There are no pigs in the village."
Qin Huai only said one sentence: "Captain Zeng, I'll give you 2.5 yuan per pound of pork."
Zeng Changming's eyes immediately widened and he said, "You are not making fun of me, are you?" At first, he carried pork into the city to sell it, but it was only 70 cents per pound. Now when he went to the door to buy it, the price had risen to 2.5 yuan.
The price made his breathing heavy, and he began to look the young man in front of him in the face.
"I'm not that bored. If you want, kill two right now and I'll pay you after you're done."
Zeng Changming looked at the money and said, "Okay, I'll get someone to get it right away."
After saying that, he stood up and ordered people to come. Soon, three men came. Zeng Changming gave a few orders, and they walked into the mountains with knives.
It looked like they weren't going to take him with them. Qin Huai said, "No wonder you still have pigs. You've hidden them in the mountains."
Zeng Changming looked at him fiercely, and Qin Huai said hurriedly, "Don't worry, I don't know anything."
Zeng Changming said: "There is no other way. In order to survive, I have to be a little cunning."
Later, Qin Huai learned that Nanshili Village was the only village in the county where no one had starved to death. A good head of the family was really important in this era.
After waiting for a while, it was dark. Zeng Changming looked at him while smoking. To be honest, if he had not seen Qin Huai selling soap with his own eyes, he would not dare to sell the pig today even if he offered a higher price.
Someone brought a bowl of food to Zeng Changming. Zeng Changming handed it to him. Qin Huai took a look and saw that it was a bowl of black paste.
"Captain Zeng, didn't we just distribute the food? Why are you still eating this?"
"There are still more than three months until the wheat harvest. How can we afford the little food we have? We'd be lucky if we could just have a bowl of porridge every day."
In this era, it is not easy for anyone to survive.
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