Chapter 43 You Don't Look Like Your Parents



Grandma Yang was startled when she saw Pan the Mute: "Yiming, you, you're Yiming?"

No wonder Grandma Yang was surprised. Pan the mute has grown a little taller than Yang Wanwan, almost 1.7 meters. Although he is not tall for an adult male, he is a world of difference compared to when he was just over 1.6 meters tall two months ago.

Moreover, with his long legs and arms, as long as he gets enough nutrition, growing another ten centimeters or so is not a problem.

He cut off his long hair that used to cover his eyes, and now his buzz cut makes him look more energetic, not to mention his handsome features.

Even if he's dressed in a very unfashionable way, he's always clean and tidy, and with that faint smile, he looks like a handsome man to anyone.

Looking around the villages for miles, there wasn't a single boy as good-looking as Pan the Mute.

Pan the mute greeted her politely, "Grandma Yang."

Grandma Yang stared at him for a long time before saying with a lot of doubt, "Are you really Yiming? You don't look like your parents at all, nor do you look like your younger brother and sister."

Yang Wanwan's heart stirred.

Pan the Mute didn't show any particular expression, just smiled politely.

Yang Wanwan and Er Ye busied themselves preparing and inviting everyone to eat.

The five of them ate with great relish.

Grandma Yang was very interested in Pan Yiming and asked him about his family life. After some sighing, she said, "Yiming, you're pitiful. Your mother doesn't even feed you properly. That's unacceptable. Liu Bamei is strong-willed and has a bad temper. Even if we can't stand it, no one dares to say anything. If there's anything good to eat, Wanwan will call you. Just come and eat some. They're all wicked people."

Pan the mute nodded.

However, he is very disciplined when it comes to food, mostly eating only tofu and vegetables.

Grandma Yang picked out some meat for him.

Pan, the mute, thanked him.

Because Grandma Yang was present, Yang Wanwan did not pick out vegetables for Pan the mute to eat.

She understood the way rural people treat guests.

Grandma Yang genuinely feels sorry for Pan the Mute, and she also genuinely doesn't mind Yang Wanwan inviting him to dinner. However, if Yang Wanwan gives Pan the Mute too much meat, or if Pan the Mute takes a few pieces of meat himself, Grandma Yang will still be unhappy.

When people are poor, they are less generous in their hospitality.

Pan the mute was clever; he behaved respectfully and properly, which won Grandma Yang's favor.

After eating for a while, Grandma Yang finally shifted her attention from Pan the Mute and said to Yang Wanwan, "Wanwan, you and your brother raise pigs so well and even came up with a way to sell braised meat. You're just as smart as your father! Back then, your father was the smartest kid in the village! I'm so happy that you can earn money and go to school."

Yang Wanwan felt that Grandma Yang's words had a hidden meaning, so she couldn't help but look at Grandpa Yang, who was sitting at the door smoking a pipe.

Grandpa Yang was somewhat lost in thought as he thought of his clever youngest son.

Shang Tao ate his meal with gusto: "Grandma, don't worry, things will definitely get better and better!"

Grandma Yang patted Shang Tao's head and said, "Grandma believes what Shang Tao says. And Grandma believes that you and your brother will definitely find a way to go to university."

After breakfast, Yang Wanwan tidied up at home, while Er Ye and Shang Tao went to the market. Pan Yaba volunteered to go and help.

This made Grandma Yang feel better about him.

Yang Wanwan had almost finished tidying up the house when Er Ye and Shang Tao returned.

"Sister, we made over thirty yuan in total!"

Shang Tao was so excited that his face turned bright red.

At an average price of 1.5 yuan per jin, they sold more than 20 jin and brought back nearly 10 jin left.

Yang Wanwan was also very happy. After working for more than eight months, she had only earned three or four hundred yuan from a pig. In addition, she would braise and sell the offal and leftover pork herself, and the total amount she would earn was only six or seven hundred yuan.

Two pigs would only cost around 1,300 or 1,400 yuan.

They could earn thirty yuan by selling fish and shrimp after a busy afternoon. All things considered, selling fish and shrimp was definitely more profitable.

Fish and shrimp aren't as popular as pork, which is why Er Ye and Shang Tao have so much left over. However, Yang Wanwan quickly came up with a new idea: to categorize the fish and shrimp and make them into dried products, which would sell very well.

Moreover, she knew that many people who went out to work at that time liked to bring these dried fish and shrimp with them as an extra dish. Therefore, the sales of dried small fish and shrimp were definitely not bad.

While Er Ye and Shang Tao ate, Yang Wanwan was cleaning the pig offal and pig's head.

The three siblings worked until noon before they finally cleaned everything, put it in the pot, and started braising.

Yang Wanwan then stuffed the pig's blood into the pig's small intestine to make blood sausage, which was then cooked and baked on an iron rack.

Er Ye and Shang Tao were very curious about blood sausage because the people of Qingshan Town didn't make it. Yang Wanwan had eaten it in her previous life, but she lied to her younger siblings, saying she had read about it in a book.

The weather is still very hot, and so much pig's blood won't keep. If we make it into blood sausage and bake it, it can be stored for a few more days. That would be great to sell then.

In addition, they chopped more than 20 kilograms of pork belly to make sausages, which were then roasted over a fire along with blood sausages.

At noon, Yang Wanwan ate rice noodles with the leftover soup from the morning. She then told her younger siblings, "I'm taking the day off tomorrow to go to the market."

After being braised, the pork weighs several dozen kilograms, and the offal and head meat together weigh over thirty to forty kilograms.

Yang Wanwan cheated again, of course, by adding some spatial elements.

If you're lucky, you can sell out in one or two markets. If you're unlucky, you'll need to sell in another market.

Er Ye and Shang Tao were preparing a pig lung, planning to stir-fry it with pickled chili peppers for dinner. It would be sour and spicy, perfect with rice. The rest of the pig lungs had already been sold to the villagers.

Er Ye and Shang Tao had no objection to their elder sister's decision.

Exhausted from a long day's work, Yang Wanwan told her younger siblings to go to sleep for a while, and took the opportunity to have the stone man clean up the ten-odd pounds of fish and shrimp.

When Erye got up, she was surprised to see that the fish and shrimp had been cleaned, but she didn't ask anything. She took over her older sister's job and continued to watch the fire in the stove, baking blood sausage and sausage, and then baking fish and shrimp.

Yang Wanwan went upstairs to rest.

She did some calculations and realized that her family now had a little extra money.

The money she and Er Ye had saved, along with the bits and pieces they had accumulated from selling things, totaled about a thousand yuan!

Once the braised meat, blood sausage, sausage, fish and shrimp are sold, plus the tuition fee for the start of the school year, there will be nearly three thousand yuan.

This is not a small amount of money.

This money brought her a small sense of joy and satisfaction, allowing her to temporarily forget the troubles caused by Yang Dali and his brothers.

That day, Yang Wanwan was called by the village committee to answer a phone call from Yang Xiaogu.

Yang Wanwan has been reborn for almost three months, but she still hasn't seen her aunt.

Yang Xiaogu's husband was named Hu Aimin. The Hu family lived in the west of the county, while Qingshan Town was in the east. In the mid-1990s, when transportation was not very developed, it would take about a day to travel back and forth.

Hu Aimin's family lives in a town called Qingniu Town. He is the only son in the Hu family, and they are quite well-off. In recent years, Hu Aimin has started doing business and often travels to surrounding towns and the county seat.

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