Zhan Honggui thought carefully and said, "Li Shanhu's family has the most pigs. He has three pigs and plans to slaughter one and sell one for the New Year. He also has a half-grown pig that he's going to keep for his son's wedding tomorrow, May Day."
"How old is it?"
"The largest one is probably around 250 or 260, and the smaller one is around 330 or 340."
"Go and see if he'll sell it."
"Can he be sold now? He can grow to at least 30 or 20 pounds by the New Year, and the pig market will be a little higher before the New Year."
"No matter. He will sell it when I go there."
Why wouldn't he sell it? He's just waiting for the price to go up. If he's offered 80 or 90 cents a pound, would he not sell it? I'm afraid he'll sell it at a high price.
Even if the price of pork has risen a little now, it hasn't risen much yet. It's only about 80 or 90 cents per pound. If he doesn't sell it for one yuan, he should go to the hospital to see if he has a tumor in his brain.
However, next year you won’t be able to buy live pigs at this price.
In 1988, the price of pork skyrocketed by more than one yuan, and by the end of the year it basically remained at around one yuan and ninety-two yuan.
In fact, if a family has surplus food after the Chinese New Year, it is not a problem to raise thirty or twenty pigs and become a millionaire by the end of the year.
"Where are you going?" An Lizhi, who was cooking in the kitchen, asked hurriedly when she saw the man taking Xiao Wan out.
Where are you going when it’s time for dinner?
"Xiao Wan wants to buy a pig for someone else. I'm taking him to Li Shanhu's house to ask if he has any for sale."
"Then come back quickly, it's time to eat."
This time, the two little tails did not follow Wan Feng, but turned into two greedy cats and followed Han Guang's family to watch Han Guang's family open cans of fish and meat.
Of course, there are benefits to following, at least everyone can catch a small fish to try first.
"It tastes better than the fish in our river!" Zhan Shitou nodded as he ate, really like a kitten eating fish.
Zhan Ling agreed with her brother's point of view very much, saying that the fish was indeed better than the fish caught from the river.
When the two greedy little cats finally got a taste of the canned fish, Zhan Honggui and Wan Feng had already arrived at Li Shanhu's house in the south of the village.
After seeing Li Shanhu, he explained his purpose.
"Oh, I'm not ready to sell it yet." Li Shanhu, who looked to be about fifty years old, put his hands behind his back and looked very reluctant.
At the end of the year, pig dealers in the county would secretly come to buy pigs, and they could sell them for two or three cents more per pound.
A pig can be sold for five or six more dollars!
"Live bubbles, 80 cents! Nod your head if you want to buy, and shake your head if you don't want to sell." Wan Feng stated the conditions very straightforwardly.
It was almost dark and he was hungry, so he didn't have time to waste here.
At that time, the purchase price of live pigs was around 60 cents, and even at the end of the year it would not exceed 63 cents. Wan Feng directly gave the other party a price for pork.
You just want to sell two more for a few bucks? I'll throw my money at you.
I'll buy your live pig at the price of pork, see if you agree.
Li Shanhu almost fainted with joy on the spot. He never dreamed that he could sell a live pig at such a price.
Pork only costs a little over 80 cents per pound.
I agreed on the spot. Only a fool would not agree.
"I want the white-haired one."
There are two pigs in Li Shanhu's pigpen, one black and one white, the white one is bigger and the black one is smaller.
Of course he wanted to buy white pig.
"It doesn't matter which one you want, you have the final say!" Li Shanhu was filled with joy from the bottom of his heart. He had no objection if Wan Feng wanted both.
He sold both pigs for 80 cents a pound, and during the Chinese New Year he could spend a little more than 60 cents to buy a whole pig, making a profit of 20 cents a pound.
"Tomorrow morning we will bring people to slaughter the pigs. If you don't feed them in the morning, I will give you an extra five cents per pound of pig food. If you do, the five cents will be gone."
It would be strange if you don't feed the soaked pigs. It would be troublesome to clean the intestines of the pigs that have been fed.
Wan Feng directly took this loss into account, saving the other party the excuse of feeding the pigs.
When Li Shanhu heard about this, he said, "I promise not to feed him a single bite. Whoever feeds him is a grandson."
"That's settled then. We'll come over tomorrow morning. Brother Zhan, let's go back."
The two walked from the south to the west of the village.
This time the two took a different route.
While walking, they discussed the issue of slaughtering pigs.
"Kill them right here in this village? Why not take them away?"
"Take it away, kill it, and then take it away. Is there anyone in your village who kills pigs?"
"Zhang Hongquan is a butcher. He's very good at butchering pigs. Two people can chop a pig cleanly in an hour."
"How much does it cost to kill a pig?"
"Five dollars!"
It only costs five dollars for two people to kill a pig!
Before Wan Feng was reborn, the price of slaughtering a pig had risen to 100 yuan, which was not a lot of money. If it were, it would cost 130 yuan per pig.
"Bring him here tomorrow, it's him."
As they were talking, the two of them happened to pass by a five-room brick house.
This is probably the nicest house in the village.
"This is Zhu Jianshe's home." Zhan Honggui also introduced him.
As the two men passed by the west wall of Zhu Jianshe's house, Zhu Jianshe opened the door and Zhu Niupao came out.
"Look at you paralyzed!"
As soon as this guy came out of the house, he cursed at Wan Feng and Zhan Honggui.
"Who are you scolding?" Zhan Honggui replied on the spot.
"I'll scold whoever answers me!" Pig Urinary Bubble said without hesitation.
Zhan Honggui was ready to have a quarrel with Zhu Niapao, but was pulled away by Wan Feng.
"Brother Zhan, what are you doing comparing yourself to a sand? Let's go! Don't bother with him!"
Wan Feng understood very well that this Shabi would ask around in the village who brought him to Slow Guitar Village with him?
This kind of idiot was sent to prison for several years and he didn't even know how he got there.
Although Zhu Niapao was still cursing behind them, Wan Feng and Zhan Honggui had already walked past the west end of Zhu Jianshe's house.
"Brother Zhan, your daughter Lingzi said your arm was broken by a pig's bladder, is that right?"
"Oh! That was eight or nine years ago. Zhu Niupao and I were still young then. We had never gotten along since we were little. I had just gotten married, and Lingzi was just over two years old. One time, I went out with someone else to do some business. I was gone for about four or five days. When I came back, my wife said Zhu Niupao had come to our house to tease her, but she chopped him off with a shovel. I got furious when I heard that, and went to confront Zhu Niupao. He was so naughty that I beat him up. About three days after that, I went to the commune to attend the market and was surrounded by a few unfamiliar thugs. That's how my arm was."
So that's what happened.
"So you have no proof that he did it?"
"Although there's no evidence he did it, we know he did it. He usually hangs out with some thugs. He must have hired those thugs. They beat him up and ran away, so we can't find him."
I'm afraid no one has come forward to look for him. If they really want to look for him, Wan Feng would never believe that no one has seen him and no one knows him in broad daylight.
The police station is probably trying to smooth things over.
By this time, the two had already arrived at the door of Zhan Honggui's house.
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