Chapter 11 Goal (Seeking follow-up reading)

The next morning.

After getting up, brushing his teeth and washing his face, Deng Shirong said hello to his eldest daughter who was cooking, and walked towards the brigade, preparing to buy some pork to fry for his children.

The Bangjie Brigade was located in Naye Village, only a hundred meters away from Deng Shirong's home, so within two minutes he arrived at the pork stall next to the brigade's supply and marketing department.

The man selling pork at the stall was a middle-aged man about the same age as Deng Shirong, named Deng Changwu. He was from Yangdipo Village, which was connected to Naye Village, and was also a famous butcher in the upper and lower villages.

"Jiugong, you're here so early!" Seeing Deng Shirong approaching, Deng Changwu hurriedly greeted him.

Deng Shirong hummed and asked, "How much does pork cost per pound now?"

Deng Changwu said: "Nine corners and eighty-one catty."

Deng Shirong nodded when he heard this. In his impression, the price of pork at that time was indeed less than one yuan per catty. It would not rise to one yuan and one cent per catty until the end of next year, and this price had remained unchanged for several years.

Of course, the price of pork generally refers to the market price. As for pork with a national price, it is only sold at 6.7 cents per pound in the supply and marketing cooperatives. However, that thing can only be bought with meat coupons. It is supplied to people with jobs. Ordinary rural people do not have the conditions to eat pork with a national price.

"Cut two pounds for me."

"OK."

Deng Changwu responded, and then based on his experience, he cut a piece of half fat and half lean pork, weighed it, and said, "Jiugong, two pounds is a little more, just two yuan."

Deng Shirong nodded again, then took out two dollars and handed it over.

Deng Changwu collected the money, took out a bamboo stick from the side, twisted it in the middle, passed the sharpened end through the pork, twisted both ends of the bamboo stick, and then crossed them together to form a triangle.

Then he handed the pork to Deng Shirong and asked with a smile, "Jiu Gong, I heard that you and Uncle Yungui have partnered up to contract out the kiln in the team?"

Deng Shirong took the pork and nodded, saying, "Well, the contract has been signed. Once the production team has finished harvesting the rice, we will start production."

Deng Changwu said enviously: "With your skill in making large vats, Jiugong, your business will surely prosper."

Deng Shirong waved his hand and said, "I am old and cannot match the physical strength of young people. I don't plan to continue making big vats. Let my son Yuntai and my apprentice do it. Whether I can make money depends on fate!"

Deng Changwu was surprised and said, "Jiu Gong, you have always been in good health, and your skills in making large jars are second to none in the entire brigade. Now that you have contracted out the jar kiln, it is time for you to show your talents. Why are you stopping now?"

Deng Shirong half-jokingly said: "I have worked hard for half my life. Now my eldest son and apprentice have finished their apprenticeship. Let them do the work. I am going to change my career and do some easy work to spend my old age!"

Deng Changwu couldn't help but burst out laughing when he heard this. He naturally didn't believe what Jiu Gong said. In this day and age, who would prepare to spend their old age in peace in their forties? They would just work until the day they could no longer work.

Next, the two chatted casually for a while, and when they saw someone coming to buy pork, Deng Shirong carried his two kilograms of pork home.

When Deng Shirong returned home, the three brothers Yunsong, Yunhua and Yunheng had just finished washing up. When they saw the piece of pork in their father's hand, their eyes lit up and drooled from the corners of their mouths.

Deng Shirong laughed and scolded: "Look at how useless you are. Hurry up and wipe your saliva and go to school. You will have food when you come back after school."

The three brothers chuckled, wiped their saliva with their sleeves, and went to school with excitement.

In today's Shuangwang area, rural children do not eat breakfast when they go to school in the morning. They have two classes at school and only come back from school at nine in the morning to have breakfast.

This period is more than an hour. I go back to school at around ten in the morning to continue my classes, and then have two more classes until noon when I finish school and come back to have lunch.

"Dad, what are you going to do with this pork?" After her younger brothers went to school, Deng Yunzhen took the pork handed to her by her father and asked.

Deng Shirong said, "Fry until golden brown, it will be more fragrant."

The so-called yellow stir-fry is a local term. It means washing the pork and boiling the whole piece of pork in a pot. After the pork is cooked through, take it out, cut it into slices, and then stir-fry it with water to make a dish.

Deng Yunzhen nodded and said, "Okay, I understand!"

The eldest daughter did the preliminary preparations, so Deng Shirong, who had nothing to do, picked up his hookah, walked to the longan tree at the door of the house, sat on a small stool and began to smoke.

While smoking, he looked around his house.

His house, like all the others in the village, was made of mud bricks.

Mud brick houses are a unique type of architecture found in Guangdong and Guangxi. They originated in the Tang Dynasty, allowing the Baiyue people of that time to bid farewell to their stilt dwellings. They now have a history of over a thousand years.

Although it is already the 1980s, 99 percent of households in rural Guangdong and Guangxi still live in this kind of mud brick houses.

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The architectural layout of Deng Shirong's house is like this: when you enter from the front door, there is a transparent living room with a wing room on each side.

Going further from the living room is the patio, which is the most common in mud brick houses.

On both sides of the patio are two rooms that are much smaller than the wing rooms. They are currently used for living. If the sons get married and separate, these two small rooms can be converted into two kitchens at any time.

Going up the patio is the main room of the mud brick house, which is also where Deng Shirong lives.

The main house has a large door, and inside the door is a hall, which is usually used to store rice, grains and various sundries. On the left is Deng Shirong's room, and on the right is the kitchen that the family is currently using.

Of course, although the kitchen is connected to the main house, they are not interconnected, but have a separate kitchen door.

Such a building was considered good condition compared to other families in the village, but Deng Shirong, who had lived in beautiful houses like those in later generations, looked down upon such a simple mud brick house.

So, the house must be built, and it must be completed as soon as possible.

On the one hand, Deng Shirong didn't want to endure the torture of going to the toilet anymore, and on the other hand, his eldest son was turning 20 this year, so he had to build a new house as soon as possible and find a virtuous daughter-in-law for his eldest son.

Thinking of this, Deng Shirong silently set a short-term goal for himself. Even though his total property now was only more than 64 yuan, he still planned to build a new house this year.

As for whether he can do it, Deng Shirong is not very sure for the time being, but in order to achieve this "great" goal, he will definitely do his best.

If Deng Shirong really did it, then to borrow a fashionable phrase from his eldest grandson in his previous life: he would become the most handsome guy in the village.

(End of this chapter)