Chapter 19 Zhangjia Village
evening.
After work, Zhao Yi gave today's fish to Su Hong, and then rushed to Zhangjia Village.
"Xiao Yi is here."
When Wang Kaihui saw Zhao Yi, he immediately greeted him with a smile.
"Mom, I'm coming to pick up Xiaojing and see how Dad and the others are doing."
Zhao Yi nodded.
In the west room, a lot of grapes have been prepared for drying.
"Dad, you have to open the windows to ensure air circulation, otherwise moisture will stay in the house and form mist when the charcoal fire dies down."
Zhao Yi came to the west room and looked at the window which was not open and said that the temperature in the room was completely enough.
As he spoke, Zhao Yi pushed open the window.
"Xiao Yi, do you think they can collect all these raisins?"
Zhang Fusheng looked at Zhao Yi and asked uncertainly.
"It's hard to say about this stuff. Right now, we are the only two companies that can make a few dozen kilograms at a time. A city that big can definitely eat it. There is more than just one supply and marketing cooperative."
Zhao Yi explained with a smile.
Of the 100 kilograms that can be dried at a time, only less than 30 kilograms can be dried at most. No matter how many rooms there are, they can't hold all of them. If you want to dry them in the sun, it will take an extremely long time, and you have to turn the grapes over frequently, which is not only troublesome but also delays work.
A room cannot hold many grapes. If there is a winnowing basket on each wooden rack, there will only be about a hundred pounds of grapes if the room is filled.
Wang Kaihui led his two daughters-in-law into the kitchen to prepare dinner.
"Mom, you don't have to worry. I've already prepared the meal at home. You and Xiaojing can go back and eat it. In this weather, the meal will go bad the next day if you don't eat it."
Zhao Yi quickly advised.
My father-in-law’s family doesn’t have the habit of eating dinner. Not only my father-in-law’s family, but many families nowadays don’t have the habit of eating dinner.
I eat one meal in the early morning before going to work, and another meal at noon. I basically don’t eat at night when I don’t have to work. If I’m really hungry, I’ll just cook a few potatoes to satisfy my hunger.
Zhao Yi did not lie. He cooked too much lunch and had not finished it yet. He was waiting for Zhang Jing to come home to finish the meal together. In this weather, the food would definitely go bad if left until the next day.
Although the food is not thrown away now, Zhao Yi doesn't want to eat rotten food.
This is also the habit of many elderly people in rural areas. It is easy for children to get sick. They think that nothing should be wasted, and rotten things can be eaten after peeling and washing.
In his previous life, Zhao Yi heard about an old lady who almost sent the entire village away.
Because I accidentally knocked rat poison into the rice jar, I couldn't bear to throw the rice away, so I thought it would be fine if I washed it a few more times.
As a result, all five members of the family were admitted to the hospital. Due to my old age and frailty, I had a small appetite and didn’t eat much. I was discharged from the hospital the next day, but my wife was not so lucky.
When he arrived at the hospital, he had no vital signs.
When the old lady returned home, she looked at the jar of rice and couldn't bear to throw it away. She thought if people couldn't eat it, she could give it to the livestock at home. She soaked the rice in water for a long time and washed it several times before she felt comfortable feeding it to the chickens at home.
As a result, all forty or fifty chickens in the house died.
It happened that the villagers came to hold the old man's funeral, and the old lady was reluctant to throw away all the chickens, so she used them all for the banquet.
The chicken died in the morning and was served on the table at noon. Everyone in the village, young and old, had lunch. In the evening, ambulances kept coming to the village to take people away. On that day, except for the rats in the village, almost everyone else was poisoned by rat poison.
When Wang Kaihui heard what Zhao Yi said, he had no choice but to give up trying to persuade him. It would be a pity if the food at home went bad.
Zhao Yi chatted with his father-in-law and two uncles about the details for a while before rushing home with Zhang Jing.
"What did you say to my brother and my dad? Why are you so secretive and are you afraid that others will hear you?"
Zhang Jing looked at Zhao Yi curiously and asked.
"Tell them to go to the mountains to set traps like this. If nothing works, just go into the mountains and try it. Occasionally, you can have an extra dish on the dinner table at home."
Zhao Yi said with a smile.
It is impossible to learn it. I have to follow Zhao Yi up the mountain twice to learn how to observe for signs of small animals and where to set traps most effectively.
Zhang Jing nodded when she heard this. She had eaten meat many times since living with Zhao Yi. She had never dared to imagine that she could eat meat so often before.
Now we can eat fish and drink fish soup almost every night, and occasionally we can eat pheasant and rabbit.
Now I have gained a lot of weight.
"Brother Yi, are we really going to send the chicken to my parents?"
Zhang Jing was a little reluctant to let go of it, because it was a hen and would start laying eggs soon.
"What if you don't send it to me? Will I kill it and eat it myself?"
Zhao Yi asked back.
Nowadays, not many families have the luxury to kill an old hen for food, unless the hen stops laying eggs all year round.
"Your eldest brother and second brother are going to separate from the family soon, so we have to raise the chickens ourselves. We can save a few bucks by sending them to our parents and not worrying about how they divide them. We can raise two hens, a piglet, and a task pig, and we will have a lot of meat by the end of the year.
If you sell all the food you can't finish, you can make a lot of money. ”
Zhao Yi smiled.
Nowadays, rich people all want to raise pigs themselves, but unfortunately a piglet costs more than 20 yuan, and no one has that much spare money to buy one.
There was not enough food at home, and the pigs raised in the village looked not much bigger than the dogs of later generations.
In later generations, pigs weighing two or three hundred kilograms were the norm, but now pigs weighing one hundred and seventy or one hundred and eighty kilograms are the norm, and they are still Class B pigs.
Class A pigs weigh more than 200 kilograms, and few villages can raise pigs that weigh more than 200 kilograms, unless the village has a grain processing sideline, such as mixing tofu, dried tofu, and bean dregs together to raise pigs.
Or if there is a winery nearby, the lees can be mixed in with the pigs.
Piglets will naturally grow faster if they are fed with whole grains, and will naturally grow slower if they are fed with only grass.
Now they are all local pigs, and the price increase is not as fast as those imported pigs, but the advantage is that the taste is particularly good and not greasy at all.
As long as you hand over half of the pigs you raise yourself, the rest is yours. You can earn dozens of dollars a year. But it is different for task pigs. Class A pigs have 20 kilograms of fat, while Class B pigs only have 10 kilograms. People will not accept pigs below Class B at all.
Zhao Yi is now taking Zhang Jing to familiarize herself with these things, and they can also accumulate funds in the process. When there is a better way out in the future, he will let Zhang Jing hand over these matters to his father-in-law and others.
The two chatted along the way and soon returned to Wangou Village.
After returning home, Zhang Jing went to the utility room first. Seeing that Zhao Yi had already finished half of the raisins, she felt very happy. These were all money, things that could help them live a good life.
"Boss, you said that they also asked you to bring the wine you brewed over to try?"
Zhang Jing asked, pointing at the jar in the corner of the kitchen.
"It's still early for this stuff. It won't be drinkable for more than a month. Besides, it takes a long time, and you may not be able to make money from it."
Zhao Yi shook his head and smiled.
"You can drink it yourself."
Zhang Jing thought for a while and said.
Zhao Yi also knew that without good packaging it would be impossible to sell it at the same price as soda, so it was already very good if he could sell it, but he still had to keep some for himself.
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