Chapter 133 August
Time flies and it is October 2nd, the 14th day of the eighth lunar month.
The six-month-old little one now has a big appetite and can drink a whole bottle of milk in one meal.
The milk powder at home was almost finished by this money-eating beast, so Zhao Yi got some rice noodles. The little guy was not picky at all and swallowed everything.
Zhang Jing is pregnant again and has no energy to take care of him, so she is now working with Zhao Yi in the department store.
Zhao Yi asked a carpenter to make a crib for him. He put him in it when he was busy and held him in his arms when he was free.
Zhang Jing, who was three months pregnant, was too lazy to carry him to work, so she didn't take him to the nursery.
This guy can recognize people now, and he will cry if someone hugs him.
I had just finished dealing with the home appliances that were delivered yesterday this morning when the little one started crying.
"I'm going to beat you up. You can't bear to see me free for two minutes. When you can eat, I'll send you to kindergarten and let other kids beat you up."
As soon as Zhao Yi picked up the little guy, he immediately started laughing, not caring what his father was mumbling.
"Smile. Just smile when I hug you."
Zhao Yi patted the little guy's butt gently.
The little guy laughed even more happily, thinking that Zhao Yi was teasing him.
"Son, your second uncle is here."
Zhao Yi saw Zhang Xiang, carrying a basket on his back, pick up the little guy and walk outside.
Zhang Xiang is now a sideline worker in Zhangjia Village. In the past three months, he has been going around collecting chickens and delivering them to other areas. He can earn 25 cents for each chicken, and 50 cents for each trip.
There are two of them, one is responsible for collecting and the other is responsible for delivering. They add about 15 yuan to the team's income every month. As for fresh angelica, they are no longer available and they stopped digging after autumn.
In addition to chickens, what is delivered now are some wild chestnuts. The larger ones are selected, and the small ones are kept at home to feed the pigs. The taste of chicken stewed with chestnuts is also good.
Ever since Zhang Xiang took up residence at the entrance of the department store, the sales clerks no longer chased Zhao Yi for help.
As soon as Zhang Xiang arrived, a salesperson came out and bought all the chickens delivered that day.
It’s not that many people in the department store like to eat chicken, but relatives and friends know that Zhang Xiang only delivers three chickens at most every day, so they ask them to help buy them first.
“How much are chestnuts?”
The salesperson asked when he saw the chestnuts Zhang Xiang brought.
"Chestnuts cost three cents a pound."
Zhang Xiang smiled.
"Two pounds."
Zhang Xiang now has a letter of introduction from the brigade. The letter of introduction from the commune states that he is a sideline worker in Zhangjia Village, so he is no longer afraid of being interrogated by people wearing red armbands.
"Dabao, come here, your uncle will give you some candy."
Seeing Zhao Yi holding Zhao Peng coming over, Zhang Xiang immediately smiled.
"He dares to put anything in his mouth. Don't scare me."
Zhao Yi immediately waved his hand and said.
"Hahaha."
Zhang Xiang smiled.
"The chickens in the village will be ready for slaughter in a few months."
Zhao Yi smiled and changed the subject.
“It should be ready for sale before the New Year.”
Zhang Xiang nodded.
Free-range chickens grow relatively slowly, usually taking at least six months to reach adulthood. But these are egg-laying hens; roosters are generally not kept that long, but adult chickens are just a little heavier.
Now there are many chickens in the chicken coop of Zhangjia Village, and eggs will be available next year.
"By the way, Xiaoyi, Laowu asked you why you sent the pigs to the slaughterhouse. The pigs you asked them to raise are already over 200 kilograms, and there isn't much bran left at home."
Zhang Xiang spoke as if he had remembered something important.
"Feed it for another month. If you need bran, go buy some. I'll pay for it."
"Now that we have chestnut flour and yam flour, there is no shortage of bran, but these pigs are much bigger than those raised collectively in the village. They probably want to see cash."
Zhang Xiang thought for a while and said.
Zhao Yi nodded. After working hard for a year, who wouldn't want to see some income?
"It won't last long in this weather. It'll be troublesome if I keep it. Let's wait for another month."
Zhao Yi decided to keep it for another month.
Wait until the weather gets colder before sending them to the slaughterhouse.
"Then I'll go back and tell them later."
Zhang Xiang didn't bring many chestnuts, only about ten pounds, and the main thing was to earn as much as he could.
There aren't many people in the city who buy chestnuts, and about ten pounds can just about sell out in noon.
Roasted chestnuts would probably sell better, but Zhang Xiang didn't have the tools.
Before Zhang Xiang left, he saw Zhao Peng's grandparents coming towards him carrying some things.
"Uncle, aunt."
Zhang Xiang shouted.
"Xiangzi is here too. Let's have lunch together at home. I brought some fish."
Li Daju smiled.
Zhao Yi didn't know where she got the fish. Now she would come to the city on her own initiative every month, and would not let Zhao Yi take the little guy to the village by car.
"Dad, Mom."
Zhao Yi saw the two elders start shouting.
"Grandma's Dabao, do you still remember grandma?"
Li Daju picked up the little guy and said happily.
The little guy looked at his grandmother blankly for a few times, then pouted and was about to cry. He turned around and looked at Zhao Yi pitifully, as if he would cry soon if he was not held.
"That's grandma, you bastard."
I don’t know if my little guy understood it, but he pouted and looked like he was about to cry at any time.
"Dabao doesn't recognize grandma anymore?"
Li Daju said while teasing the little guy in her arms.
"You don't come here often, how can he remember?"
Zhao Dahai shook his head.
Seeing the little guy about to cry at any time, he quickly snatched it away and handed it back to Zhao Yi.
As he spoke, Zhao Yi closed the door of the repair shop. It was time to get off work, so he held the little one in his arms and led the way.
After returning home, Zhao Yi handed the little guy to his mother. At home, the little guy would smile no matter who held him, but once he went out, he would have a different expression.
Seeing Zhao Peng happy in her arms again, Li Daju's face was full of smiles.
Zhang Jing came back just as the meal was ready.
When Zhao Peng saw Zhang Jing, he immediately reached out to hug her.
"Let grandma hold you, mommy take a rest for a while."
Zhang Jing patted the little guy's hand gently and smiled.
Seeing the little guy's expression suddenly changed, Zhang Jing still took it.
"You want to hug me when you see me. You are so clingy."
"Xiao Jing, your father and I brought some eggs this time. You can eat them yourself. And this is the pastry we just bought that you used to like."
Li Daju hurriedly took out the bamboo basket, which was filled with eggs that she had saved up this month, and some grease-wrapped pastries, and placed them on the table.
"Mom, I can't finish it. My mom and the others often ask my second brother to bring it to me. You can just keep some and take it back to eat."
Zhang Jing waved her hand.
My uncle Li Dashun would occasionally send eggs over, and each time he would send at least fifty eggs. We hadn’t finished eating them yet, so Wang Kaihui had someone send more. They had only been delivered for two days and we hadn’t even started eating them yet.
More eggs are being delivered here.
Every month, Zhang Jing has to give some away, otherwise it will go bad if not finished.
No matter how they told me not to send it, it was sent anyway.
Others thought that Zhang Jing was a spendthrift because she had to give away eggs to others every month. Master Liu, in particular, had scolded Zhang Jing many times and asked her to keep the eggs for herself.
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