Chapter 295 Other children have dumplings to eat, don’t we?
The reason why they delayed slaughtering the pig until today was, firstly, because Sang Zhixia wanted to prepare the shells and wood ash water to be roasted in advance, and secondly, he was taking time to find a place to put the extra meat.
What is needed to make soap flowers is fat, but when a pig is slaughtered, it is half fat and half lean. It is impossible to take the fat and throw away the lean.
However, it was difficult to find a buyer who could purchase so much meat at one time. Sang Zhixia had to go through many days and negotiate orders for the meat in batches, waiting for it to be ready so that it could be delivered.
Xue Liu nodded and said yes, then paused and said, "Boss, do you want to give it only to the people in the barn, or to all the workers on the farm?"
"Share it together."
Sang Zhixia said without a trace of distress, "We agreed on this when the farm was first built. Whether it's eggs you pick up or meat you kill, you can get it if you put in the effort."
"The people in the enclosure will get 30% more than what's stipulated in the deed, and the people working in the fields will get 30% of what these people have earned. I've roughly calculated it, and it's the full amount."
The meat sold is all sold at a low price because the fat has been removed.
I simply didn't sell the rest, but distributed it all and took it home to make dumplings and pancakes, as a good meal during the spring plowing season.
Xue Liu passed on Sang Zhixia's words, and everyone who came to help slaughter the pigs was surprised and said, "This... we can also share the meat?"
"Yeah, wasn't it agreed that the people in the pen would get a share as long as they took good care of the animals? We didn't do any work here, so we can really get a share of the meat too?"
Xue Liu smiled and said, "Of course it's true."
"The boss said that everyone has worked hard for a long time. Now that the farm has slaughtered the meat, there is no reason for you to just sit there and watch hungry. Everyone has a share."
"It's just that the people in the pen take more, and the people in the fields take less. Is that okay with you?"
The more you work, the more you earn. This saying will never go wrong no matter where you apply it.
The others hadn't thought about getting involved in the mess, so no one objected after hearing this.
Those who worked hard in the pen got more meat than expected, and they all had smiles on their faces.
There was a constant stream of people lining up to share the meat, and laughter was heard everywhere. On the other side, Sang Zhixia stared at the pig hair being shaved off and reminded them, "When shaving, always work in one direction. It's best to do it all at once to avoid having to do it a second time and breaking the bristles."
"These are all good things. The more complete they are, the more useful they are."
The butcher, who used to be very aggressive in slaughtering pigs and scraping their hair, became cautious because of Sang Zhixia's words. The people helping him also picked up the hair piled on the ground and put it into the sieve.
A young boy who had come with the adults looked at it for a while and asked curiously, "Isn't this just pig hair? It can't be eaten as meat, so how can it be considered a good thing?"
The child's adult patted him nervously and said angrily, "You little clay kid, do you know what is good and bad? Is this your place to be so nosy? Go play somewhere else!"
Seeing the scolded child's tears welling up, Sang Zhixia smiled and tried to smooth things over. She waved him over and said, "Want to know what you can do with these hairs?"
The child, his face flushed, nodded while holding back tears. Sang Zhixia grabbed his hand, spread it open, and placed two pieces of crispy candy he had brought with him on his palm. He explained in a gentle voice, "The pig hair that is scraped off and collected is also called pig bristles. They are very useful to keep."
"The complete bristles are collected, rinsed, dried, and trimmed before being made into brushes or brushes by craftsmen."
Perhaps because the child looked about the same age as Xu Mingyang, Sang Zhixia's heart softened. She tapped his brow and said with a smile, "Do you know about a brush?"
"Know!"
The child wiped his tears vigorously and nodded vigorously, saying crisply: "My mother said that a brush is something that young masters who can read use. It is very precious!"
"but……"
He seemed a little embarrassed as he spoke, sniffed, and then whispered, "My family is poor and I can't afford to send people to school. I've only heard of it but never seen it."
Sang Zhixia touched his little head and said with a smile, "It doesn't matter if you haven't seen it before. You will know it later."
Sang Zhixia picked up a handful of pig hair and placed it in her palm, roughly arranging it into a uniform tuft horizontally and vertically. When he curiously leaned over, she said, "This is the tip of the pen made from a small handful of bristles. Dip it in ink and you can write."
"Ink is made from grinding ink sticks. It's black, you know?"
The child was not afraid of being slapped by his own father, but when he heard Sang Zhixia's gentle question, he blushed with embarrassment.
The honest boy shook his head embarrassedly: "I haven't seen it."
Sang Zhixia laughed but also felt regretful. Facing the boy's embarrassed gaze, she didn't ask any more questions. She just said, "Do you want to know what a pen looks like when the bristles are made into it? When I make it, I'll give you two."
Before the child in question could respond, the adult who had slapped him on the back earlier quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no, paper and pen are valuable things. How can a clay kid like me ask for such valuable things from the boss?"
"He can't even read, so it would be a shame to take it and ruin the owner's kindness. We can't do that!"
"Why not?"
Sang Zhixia ignored his parents' rejection and looked at the boy with a smile and said, "Tell me, do you want it?"
Young people are naive and don’t understand why adults keep rejecting them.
But the smile on Sang Zhixia's face made it impossible for anyone to say no.
He gritted his teeth under his parents' nervous gaze, his clear black and white eyes frank and bright: "I want it!"
"Just want it."
Sang Zhixia stood up and placed a handful of pig hair in his hand. "When it's done, I'll have someone send it to you. Then you'll know what's going on, okay?"
The half-grown child's eyes sparkled with excitement and he nodded continuously. His parents, who were following him, quickly grabbed him and thanked Sang Zhixia again and again.
Sang Zhixia stopped the parents from getting what they wanted, asked the child to kowtow to her, pointed to the long line of people waiting to distribute the meat, and said, "Haven't you had time to get your meat yet?"
"Your parents are busy here and don't have time for the moment. Go get the meat from your family and take it home to make dumplings tonight."
The mud boy went there excitedly after getting the promise. Sang Zhixia looked at the broken shoes on his feet and her eyes moved slightly.
But before Sang Zhixia could grasp what the thought that flashed through her mind was, Xu Mingyang's deep voice rang out from behind her: "Sister-in-law, who is that boy?"
Sang Zhixia raised her eyebrows and slowly turned around.
The few little ones who came with Xu Mingyang stood side by side, several pairs of dark eyes staring at Sang Zhixia, and their little faces were filled with inexplicable resentment.
Xu Yanran tilted her head to glance in the direction the boy ran away, and said sourly, "Sister-in-law, aren't you busy to accompany us? So you're busy with this?"
Xu Jinxi was still young and hadn't learned to be sarcastic yet. She looked at Sang Zhixia with longing eyes and said pitifully, "Sister-in-law, you accompany other kids."
Sang Zhixia: "..."
Sang Zhixia took a deep breath and turned her gaze to the young but steady Xu Mingxu, hoping that this smart and precocious brother would give her a chance to speak.
Unexpectedly, Xu Mingxu smiled innocently and said, "Sister-in-law, where are our dumplings?"
Sang Zhixia: "..."
Xu Mingxu: "Other children have dumplings to eat, don't we have any?"
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