My aunt originally wanted to explain, but when she saw her children scolding them as if they were scolding her grandchildren, she suddenly didn't want to say a word, and secretly decided to buy it after the year, spending the money without giving them a penny.
Speaking of Ye Fan, she asked the villagers whether they should sell the pork to her at the price of the pig, or ask her to take a 15% cut. She would pay for the car rental. She guaranteed that the pork belly could be sold for one yuan a pound.
Old people who know how to kill pigs estimate that the price of live pigs offered by the meat processing factory is 50 cents per catty, and a pig of 200 catties costs 100 yuan. If you kill the pigs and sell them yourself, the meat can be sold for 134, even if Ye Fan's commission is removed, it will still be 112, and the pigs' guts, pig nets, oil, pig blood, etc. can also be sold for some money.
The villagers decided that they would clean up the pigs and Ye Fan would take a cut.
Ye Fan took six pigs to the city and also brought two baskets of fish. Geng Zhiye sold the fish, kept the money alone, and gave it directly to Yujiacun. The villagers cut the meat and weighed it, and Ye Fan collected the money for the meat.
For anyone who buys ten pounds of meat, Ye Fan gives him two stick bones that have been shaved clean of the meat. Ye Fan, a villager selling pigs, donated some pickled cabbage, radish and green onions. Anyone who bought a pound of pork belly would get a quarter of a pickled cabbage as a gift. But since the Chinese New Year is coming, no one buys one pound, at least three pounds.
If you don't want stick bones, just give a piece of pig's blood, half a pig's liver, or a pig's trotter.
No matter how much or how little you buy, Ye Fan will give you something as a gift. Maybe she was easy to talk to. The villagers went to cut pork, which indirectly proved that Ye Fan was helping poor relatives. Grandpas and aunts liked her very much. When they saw passersby, they would greet her and ask if they wanted pork. There was no purchase limit.
At around one o'clock in the afternoon, all six pigs were sold.
When he arrived at the village, Ye Fan distributed more money than the villagers expected. The villagers were very happy and took the initiative to tell Ye Fan that there were several big fat pigs in the village.
Ye Fan and Geng Zhiqin were not wandering around the whole village that time. She guessed from the number of pig pens that there were more than six pigs in the village, so when she was selling Spring Festival couplets, she told the uncles and aunts in the park and Qin Yunzhi that they would sell pork at the end of the year, but There is a prerequisite: someone comes to drive her away, and the uncles and aunties must help her.
The uncles and aunties all agreed to help as if they were protecting their own people.
Only then did Ye Fan say that there were two other places that also wanted pork. Since she didn't know how many pigs there were in the village, she didn't dare to tell those people when she was going there.
One of the six pigs that Ye Fan took away belonged to the village chief. Naturally, the village chief was also there, so he said, "There are still eleven more to come."
"Then kill five in the morning, six in the morning, and sell them all in one day tomorrow."
Geng Zhiye was shocked: "Ye Fanfan, so many pigs are no joke."
"You can go to a few more places. Come here at nine o'clock tomorrow and go to the park at ten o'clock. Come over at one o'clock in the afternoon and go to the park at two o'clock. If the park is not selling well in the afternoon, go to my aunt's place." Ye Fan said, "The pork gap is big ”
Geng Zhiye: "Have you done market research?"
Ye Fan shook his head: "There is no need to investigate. Apart from state-owned units, I am the only one selling pork openly in the city. There are also pork on the black market, but black market pork is only $50, so people will definitely be more willing to buy mine. But there will definitely be more next year. So -" Look Looking at the uncles of the Yu family and the villagers of Yujia Village, "I will only sell pork this year. Vegetables, chicken, duck and fish eggs will only be sold until next summer vacation."
Geng Zhiye remembered what he had talked with Ye Fan before: "Actually, by the end of next year, you guys can pool your money to buy a Sanbengzi."
Ye Fan nodded: "I'm a student, and I have to take care of Dabao and Erbao. Even if I want to make money, I can't go out every day. If you want to go to the city and try it yourself after spring, just ask your uncle to send me a message. I'll go there on weekends. But come.”
The village chief calculated that it was not cost-effective for them to pick their own vegetables and drive into the city to sell them. The village chief's family owns a 28-inch sedan, but selling vegetables on a bicycle is too much trouble, and it also delays going to the fields to weed.
The village chief wanted to leave it to Ye Fan, but he didn't know what the market would be like next year, so he said, "This is too sudden. I'll talk to you later."
Ye Fan: "Then let's go back first?"
Geng Zhiye said to Wen Tao's eldest brother: "Collect the money. There has been a lot of chaos in the city recently. I'm worried about them going to the countryside."
The village chief went to the town for a meeting and heard people talk about the increase in thieves: "There are people in the village who watch the clock at night."
Geng Zhiye drove Ye Fan back to the city with peace of mind.
It was still dark when they arrived in the city. Geng Zhiye and Ye Fan returned the car and walked around on the road for a while before taking the bus home.
Yu Wentao was preparing to cook when he saw Geng Zhiye carrying half a pig's head and blurted out: "Eat this for dinner?"
Geng Zhiye paused: "My uncle gave it to me."
"Isn't it easy to sell?" Geng Zhiqin came out of the house.
Geng Zhiye: "I didn't sell them. It's hard to price pig heads and pig intestines. It's better to keep them for the New Year than to sell them cheaply. My uncle wanted to give me pig intestines, but he was worried that you wouldn't be used to them, so I didn't ask for them. If you want to eat, I'll find them tomorrow. The villagers bought one.”
The old and the young shook their heads together.
Ye Fan was amused: "Then buy half a fan of ribs, ten pounds of pork belly, and a pork leg?"
Geng Huihui raised her thumb: "My aunt is generous when she makes money! I have decided to celebrate the New Year with you this year."
Ye Fan felt a little uncomfortable in his throat. He waved his hand and ignored her wise words and went back to his room to drink Pang Dahai.
At eight o'clock the next morning, Geng Zhiye went to drive. When he reached the intersection, he took Ye Fan into the village. At around nine o'clock, Ye Fan arrived at the entrance of the park. At first, there were only a few passers-by. It was probably too surprising for passers-by to carry a piece of meat, and they asked where they bought the meat. By around ten o'clock, more and more people were visiting the park.
It was past twelve o'clock and everything was sold out. Seeing that the business was so good, Ye Fan expected that it would be easier to sell at his aunt's side, so he told those who didn't buy it to go to Dongcheng in the afternoon because their relatives were there, so they couldn't go.
Ye Fan went to the village to have a meal and asked the villagers to save the meat she asked for.
Yu Wentao's nephew asked: "Your family eats so much? Did my aunt ask you to buy it?"
Ye Fanxin said, I have such a good character and no one has ever doubted me.
"Your uncle Geng's family hasn't bought any meat yet. My mother's family only has two or three kilograms of meat. Huihui and Benben are celebrating the New Year with us this year," Ye Fan said.
Yu Wentao's sister-in-law counted beside her: "With so many people, this meat is not much."
Ye Fan added: "My mother-in-law will come over tomorrow to burn paper for the old man and get some more."
Yu Wentao's sister-in-law immediately said: "Leave it to yourselves."
Ye Fan smiled and nodded.
When they arrived in the city, Ye Fan unloaded his own meat first. By chance, he was seen by a neighbor who bought a pig. However, Ye Fan didn't give them side dishes because these were not the target customers.
Arriving at the entrance of the alley where Qin Yunzhi's house is located, Geng Zhiye first delivered the meat that Ye Fan had left for his aunt.
Qin Yunzhi and his sister-in-law came out to ask the neighbors to buy meat at the intersection.
With two aunts helping me, people came faster in the afternoon than in the morning, and people who had not bought meat in the morning were waiting. As a result, at around three o'clock in the afternoon, a cart of meat was sold out, and sauerkraut and other items were also delivered.
Someone who didn't buy one asked if there was any more. Ye Fan asked them to take a car and go to Yujia Village by themselves. If Yujia Village was not available, they could ask the village chief to accompany them to the next village. More than a dozen people bought a pig and asked the villagers to kill it - the pig's trotters and pigs were sold to the villagers, which was more cost-effective than buying her.
People in the city had never heard of Taijiacun, and they didn’t want to run out of the city because of the cold weather, so they asked, “How many more animals can we pull tomorrow?”
Ye Fan shook his head: "It's the twenty-sixth of the twelfth lunar month today, and many people have already bought it. How many of them can I sell to whom? Besides, there are no relatives of ours in the village next to Yujia Village, and I don't know anyone."
The gay man who was discussing with Ye Fan pointed at a few villagers in the car: "They must know each other. It's still early in the day, so it's not too late to go over and ask."
Ye Fan looked at Geng Zhiye, what should he do?
Geng Zhiye raised his eyebrows, I listen to you!
Citizens who wanted to buy meat thought Geng Zhiye was the head of Ye Fan's family, and immediately said: "Your wife is not afraid of hard work, what are you afraid of, a big man?"
Geng Zhiye said in his heart, I am afraid that my wife will have a hard time! However, the man said again before he could say anything: "You can't sell my bag!"
Ye Fan was very happy: "With your words, will I pull four heads tomorrow?"
"Yes! But you have to go to my alley."
Ye Fan was surprised: "Are you not from here?"
Qin Yunzhi shook his head: "I have never seen this comrade."
The comrade pointed to the southeast: "My home is three miles away from here."
Ye Fan was shocked: "Then how do you know I sell pork here?"
"I heard what people said. I asked for leave specially."
Ye Fan said: "You have said so, then let me give it a try. Go to the alley where you live around ten o'clock in the morning and ask your parents to wait at the alley."
The comrade waved his hand and rode back to the factory to work.
Ye Fan winked at Geng Zhiye, who said goodbye to his uncle and aunt. Driving through the village next to Yujia Village, the villagers asked Geng Zhiye to stop. Geng Zhiye turned off the engine and asked, "Can you guys go?"
The villager nodded: "Everyone has seen us working in the fields. There is no need for the village chief to come forward for such trivial matters. If they think that we are making money in the middle and it is a bunch of rubbish, they will not ask them to buy it. In the evening, I will go to my relatives' houses and call them. Kill the pig.”
Ye Fan said: "If your relatives have pigs, go to them."
The villagers were honest and couldn't help but say: "You are not with that comrade——"
"He doesn't know what village is next to Yujia Village. Besides, there's no problem with the pigs. Who should I buy?" Ye Fan said.
There were three villagers helping. When the other two villagers heard this, they said that their relatives also raised pigs this year.
Geng Zhiye looked at his watch: "It's time for us to go back and return the car. Why don't you go to the relatives' homes closer to Yujia Village and inform them to kill the pigs tomorrow morning. Then inform the relatives far away to kill the pigs tomorrow morning."
Several villagers looked at each other, and the eldest villager asked his doubts, "Didn't Fanfan say that the Chinese New Year is in a few days, has everyone bought meat?"
Geng Zhiye nodded: "Half a catty per person is just enough to make dumplings. Don't worry, there are so many people in the entire capital, and we can sell ten more."
Ye Fan said: "That's right. Dongcheng is not easy to sell, so we can go to other districts."
Geng Zhiye added: "Before, Fanfan pretended not to want to sell. Firstly, he was worried that there would be no big fat pigs. Secondly, my family should also prepare things for the New Year. Finally, I didn't want them to think that we had made a lot of money and the pigs would come over tomorrow. , they lowered the price on the spot.”
Ye Fan asked: "Whose relatives are on our way back? Will they send you there along the way?"
There really is one. The other two villagers asked that one to get in the car. Ye Fan noticed someone at the intersection of his home village far away. Ye Fan waved over there. In about five minutes, a young man came running over, followed closely by Yu Wentao's little nephew.
Ye Fan had already used the few minutes to calculate the money. She kept her share and gave the bag and money to her cheaper cousin. "Go back and give it to the village chief and ask him to divide the money."
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The little cousin asked: "Aren't the three of them going home?"
Ye Fan: "Go to a relative's house."
A villager who planned to go to a relative's house couldn't help but said: "I can go alone."
Ye Fan said: "It will be dark when you come back, and it is not safe to be alone." He also reminded his little cousin, "Go back directly to the village chief. No playfulness!"
"I'm eighteen, and I can still be so ignorant." The little cousin muttered, grabbed the half-grown boy who came with him, and ran towards the village, jumping and jumping like an adult at all.
Geng Zhiye, a good man, stayed true to his word and sent the man to a villager's relative's home before returning with Ye Fan.
It was dark when we arrived in the city, but the factory where the transport truck was located had not yet finished get off work. Geng Zhiye successfully returned the car, gave the doorman a bag of large front doors bought for thirty cents, and rode back with Ye Fan.
The car Geng Zhiye rides belongs to Geng Zhiqin. She needs to take the bus to school, so this car is used by Ye Fan to go to school or Yu Wentao to buy groceries.
Geng Zhiye was worried that there would be no bus if he came back late, so he left the car at the factory where they rented the transport truck and asked the doorman to take care of it. He would take the bus early when he came back, and ride a bike when he was late. Then he would ride there the next day, and Ye Fan would be waiting for him at the intersection heading out of the city.
When it comes to hard work, Geng Zhiye has the hardest time, driving, carrying pork, etc. Ye Fan just collected money and chatted with the warm-hearted uncle and aunt.
Geng Zhiye felt that training in the wind and waves was easier than before, so he still had time to play with his children when he got home.
But the atmosphere is not right today. Dabao's little face was bulging. Geng Zhiye pinched it, but he stretched out his hand to block it because he thought his father was making trouble.
Geng Zhiye laughed angrily: "Who messed with our young master? Look at this angry guy, his little mouth can hang an oil can."
Dabao came to his mother and stared at her, with "I'm angry, comfort me!" written all over his face. Ye Fan put down the water glass and pulled his son closer, "Grandma scolded you? It shouldn't be. Or is Chen Xiaohui here to make you angry? ”
The first time Chen Xiaohui came here was the afternoon before the National Day. She took the bus home from school and turned to Ye Fan's house early when she saw the time. At that time, Ye Fan's house was well organized, and Chen Xiaohui thought it was good. She just went to Dabao's room and complained that the furniture was not good, which made Dabao so angry that he said, "Why didn't you tell me to give me two of your good things?"
Chen Xiaohui was reluctant to part with her antiques. She was speechless and didn't come for several days.
I came here a few days ago, with Tao Chunlan, and brought Liang Liang with her. She saw Ye Fan selling Spring Festival couplets and said that Ye Fan would not make money with her. Chen Xiaohui had gone to Ye Fan's house to write before, but her handwriting was not as beautiful as Dabao's. Dabao asked her, "Can you use a brush?"
Chen Xiaohui was so angry that she skipped half a bowl of rice at noon.
Since moving here, the only two times Dabao got really angry were because of her. No wonder Ye Fan thought of her first.
Geng Huihui poured a glass of water for her uncle and sat down next to her aunt: "We went to the park with my grandma and sister-in-law in the afternoon, and saw a few people selling Spring Festival couplets. The ones we wrote were not as good as ours, but they sold them for one yuan each."< br>
"Is this all about it?" Ye Fan hugged his son, "It's normal for profitable businesses to be followed by others."
Dabao: "But they said they also have a student from Beijing University. Those aunts still believe their lies. How could it be such a coincidence?"
Ye Fan said: "Uncle and auntie know they are talking nonsense."
"Then why do you still buy it?" The young boy didn't understand.
Ye Fan: "It's like the neighbor bought our Spring Festival couplets, but the neighbor's neighbor didn't buy them. The neighbor asked the neighbor's neighbor, why not couplets? Look at how good my house is. Written by a Beijing University student. The neighbor's neighbor doesn't want to be compared. Go down and buy a pair in the park.”
Dabao became more and more strange: "Aren't you afraid of being exposed?"
Ye Fan shook his head: "You can blame the Spring Festival couplet sellers and say that they were deceived. The neighbors will find the scammers hateful and help their neighbors to fight against the scammers. In this way, the neighbors will not be able to ridicule their neighbors for not being willing to buy good Spring Festival couplets. I’m too embarrassed to show off my Spring Festival couplets to them.”
Dabao understood: "You want to save face?"
Ye Fan: "Most people care about face. People who don't care about face firstly live a transparent life, and secondly they are thick-skinned. Dabao, you are a face-conscious person. From now on, people will take advantage of this and set traps for you, one by one. .”
"No!" Dabao's little head was pressed against her mother's shoulder and she was not allowed to say anything anymore. She was obviously embarrassed.
Geng Zhiye slapped his son on the butt: "Don't make trouble with your mother! Your mother is tired!"
Dabao jumped up: "Captain Geng, I'm warning you, don't spank me!"
"Should I hit you on the head? Are you too stupid to be served by me?" Geng Zhiye rolled his eyes at him and asked his niece: "How many dishes does your grandma plan to prepare?"
Geng Zhiqin showed his head from the kitchen: "It's almost done. Third brother, sister-in-law, wash your hands."
Ye Fan took his son to pour hot water: "Dabao, do you want to steal their business?"
Dabao suddenly raised his head, as if his mother didn't want to show off.
Ye Fan: "Find a piece of clean cloth and spread it on the ground, and put up a sign next to it - ghostwriting Spring Festival couplets, a pair of fifty cents. The pen and ink are yours, and the red paper is for them to prepare themselves. But they must wear thick gloves. Otherwise If you have chilblains, it won’t be worthwhile if you don’t have enough Spring Festival couplets to buy chilblain cream.”
Dabao couldn't help but say: "I can also write wearing gloves."
Ye Fan: "Have you eaten and practiced?"
Dabao suddenly became happy again.
After the meal, he put on thick cotton gloves, took out the paper for writing calligraphy, and spread it on the ground to practice calligraphy. Geng Benben found it interesting and put on gloves to practice calligraphy.
While writing Spring Festival couplets a few days ago, Geng Huihui's hand almost cramped and she didn't want to touch the brush. But seeing how active her brother and cousin were, she couldn't help but feel moved.
Dabao wrote a sentence, "The chirping of birds and the fragrance of flowers bring spring." He couldn't help but said: "Mom, what I write with gloves on is better than those of those people."
Ye Fan touched his little head and explained: "It's normal. People with Tong Zi Kung are either from a good background or have good ancestors. Except for your mother, no one bothers to do this business."
Geng Huihui nodded: "My mother said that the calligraphy of my grandparents is worth collecting. People don't care about selling couplets. If I knew that they were giving me instructions to practice calligraphy, I would use them to write Spring Festival couplets, and I would be so angry even in my dreams."
Ye Fan was happy: "Are you going then?"
"Go. I want to write until twenty-nine!" Geng Huihui said.
Ye Fan looked at his mother-in-law: "You go with them."
Yu Wentao: "I know, otherwise, considering how young they are, those selling couplets will definitely bully them."
Ye Fan: "Dabao, don't work too hard. You are a student, you can't wear your hands down just for fighting spirit."
Dabao nodded obediently.
Geng Zhiye said: "I have to get up early tomorrow, so let's go to bed."
Ye Fan gave her mother-in-law twenty yuan.
Yu Wentao pushed away and said that he had money.
Ye Fan stuffed it into her hand: "Twenty yuan a month is not much money to buy groceries. By the way, I told a few uncles that you will go back to the village tomorrow to burn paper for the old man, and Dabao will have to go to the park, so you won't be able to do anything. Have you gone?”
Geng Zhiqin: "Go on the 29th."
Ye Fan wanted to laugh: "Why are you so impulsive?"
Geng Zhiqin shook his head: "No. Just after you left in the morning, we received a telegram from the eldest brother, saying that the eldest sister-in-law, Leilei, and Sensen would be back in the next two days. The eldest brother couldn't make it, and said that the eldest sister-in-law would come for him to visit dad's grave."
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Ye Fan became serious and asked: "Didn't you say the specific time?"
Geng Zhiqin: "The train is likely to be delayed when the weather is cold and snowy, and they don't know when they will arrive. I will be waiting at home tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."
Ye Fan looked at Geng Zhiye, where would he stay when he came back?
Geng Zhiye asked: "Aunt Yu, is my sister-in-law coming back to live in the old house?"
Yu Wentao: "Live in the back. I have their quilt at home, and I brought it over when we moved. We made the bed in the morning. Your second brother and sister-in-law will live in the back even if they come back for the New Year."
Geng Zhiqin nodded: "I also bought a stove, put a basket of briquettes behind, and left them to warm up during the day. Fortunately, the second sister-in-law did not agree to rent it, otherwise I would not know how to arrange it if I came unexpectedly."
Yu Wentao couldn't help but add: "Those who celebrate the New Year cannot stay in a guest house."
Ye Fan: "Then let's go visit the grave on the afternoon of the 28th. I'll clean their car at noon, and I'll drive you there in the afternoon."
The next morning, just as Ye Fan got up, Yu Wentao hurriedly came in from outside. Ye Fan couldn't help but ask: "Why did you get up so early?"
"Can't sleep."
Yu Wentao went to bed before nine o'clock last night and woke up at three or four in the morning. At five or six o'clock, he heard something moving in the courtyard next door. Yu Wentao got up to go to the toilet, emptied the spittoon, washed up and went out to chat with people.
Yu Wentao added: "The neighbor said that Lao San would help her write some couplets and give her folding table and folding stool to Dabao for use."
Ye Fan sighed: "How did she know that Dabao was going to the park to write couplets today? You said that, right?"
"Isn't this just what we were talking about in casual chat?"
Ye Fanxin said, you are showing off again.
There is nothing to show off by making money by writing Spring Festival couplets. Ye Fan didn't understand. The Chinese New Year was coming soon. Everyone was very happy and didn't want to scold her mother-in-law. "Where did she buy her folding table?"
The neighbor came in and smiled sheepishly, probably feeling that he was taking advantage of others: "In the vegetable market. I think writing Spring Festival couplets for a few days is not worth buying a folding table and folding chairs."
Ye Fan: "Then you will bring it over later and let Dabao's father write it?"
"Sorry to trouble you." The neighbor thought that Ye Fan would refuse, but he was very happy to hear this, so he asked with concern, "Don't you put up Spring Festival couplets at your house today?"
Ye Fan nodded: "Grandpa Dabao didn't post it the first year after his death." He said to his mother-in-law, "You can find time to buy a folding table and six folding stools later."
Yu Wentao couldn't help but frown: "Still buying it?"
Geng Zhiye came out of the room: "My eldest sister-in-law is coming this year, and my second brother and second sister-in-law will come back again. The small dining table cannot fit. There are not so many high chairs for eating at a large square table."
Yu Wentao suddenly realized: "I forgot." He shouted into the house, "Huihui, get up and follow me to the vegetable market. Xiaoqin, get up and cook."
Ye Fan sighed: "It's not even seven o'clock yet, let them sleep a little longer."
Geng Huihui came out of her grandma's house: "Grandma woke me up when she got up, but I ignored her." With a look of helplessness, she said, "Wait for me to wash my face."
Geng Zhiqin led Erbao out of Erbao's bedroom and said helplessly: "Erbao was sleeping soundly, but you woke him up."
Erbao looked up at her aunt: "I was up a long time ago, but you didn't think of it because you were too cold."
Geng Zhiqin pushed her gently: "Go to your mother!"
Erbao ran to Ye Fan, and Ye Fan led her to the public toilet. When the mother and daughter went outside, they heard Geng Zhiye asking the neighbor to get red paper. Geng Huihui said, "My aunt said before that the Spring Festival couplets couldn't be sold and we should post them ourselves. It turns out that grandpa couldn't post Spring Festival couplets in the first year of his death. So what did she say to coax us?"
Ye Fan wanted to hear Geng Zhiye's answer, but unfortunately she and Erbao were far away and didn't hear it.
After dinner, Geng Zhiye went to the factory to rent a car. It was almost the Chinese New Year, so the factory's transport trucks were idle, and because Ye Fan was a student at Beijing University, the factory director trusted her. Otherwise, she would not have dared to hand over the transport trucks to her if she paid a hundred yuan a day.
Ye Fan could go to the intersection later, so he would help a few children deliver the folding tables to the park. Before leaving, Ye Fan told Dabao again: "Don't be brave, you can write for a while and then your brother or sister will write."
"Mom, let's go quickly." Dabao waved his little hand. Before Ye Fan was far away, he heard his son asking the uncle and aunt who had come out to bask in the sun, "Do you want to write Spring Festival couplets? It costs fifty cents to write one for you."
Ye Fan was relieved to see him so bold.
Geng Zhiye drove Ye Fan to the village where the villagers lived in Yujia Village and saw Yu Wentao's two brothers. Ye Fan opened the car window: "Uncle, little uncle, why are you here too?"
Yu Wentao's eldest brother raised his hand and asked her and Geng Zhiye to go to the village first.
When the two of them arrived in the village, the villagers laid clean grain bags on the car and put the pigs with their heads and tails removed, without letting Geng Zhiye touch them the whole time. Geng Zhiye handed some cheap uncles a few cigarettes and asked them why they were here.
Uncle Yu said: "There is not much work in the countryside in winter. Let's come and take a look. Fanfan, there are also fish in this village. What do you think of making arrangements?"
Ye Fanxin said, I knew something was wrong with you.
"It's the same as before, Zhiye sells fish, and the money they sell goes to them. We only get a commission from the pork." As soon as Ye Fan said this, the villagers from Zilaishu asked, "Do you want vegetables?"
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Ye Fan: "Do you still have vegetables in winter?"
"I used wheat straw to cover it. It didn't snow heavily this year, so it's growing well," the villager said.
Ye Fan nodded: "It's fine if there's more, just a few kilograms. Get me some pickled cabbage and pickled radish, and I'll tell you they're from your village. In the future, if people from your village and Yujia Village want to do it themselves, they can come to us." There are several places that sell pork now. For the sake of pork, they should be very polite to you.”
Uncle Yu couldn't help but said: "I always thought you were worried about the difficulty of selling pork, so you bought a few kilograms of pork and gave you some side dishes."
Ye Fan said: "Pork is easy to sell, but it is one or two cents more expensive than in the wet market. If we don't give something away, who will remember us after the meat is sold out?"
Geng Zhiye showed off to his cheap uncle: "Can Fanfan know how to do business?"
The uncle couldn't help but nod.
The people in this village prepared five pigs, and the owner of the pigs went to get pickled cabbage or dried radish. Ye Fan reminded them to cut a large cabbage into six halves and a small one into four halves. It is also said that if you have spring onions or garlic sprouts, you can just pinch a handful of spring onions or garlic sprouts. It is a light gesture of etiquette but heavy sentiment.
Yesterday, a villager came over to talk to his relatives about buying meat and delivering vegetables. Because cabbage and radishes are cheap, the villagers and relatives had no problem with it. After Ye Fan finished speaking, they put the prepared vegetables in the car.
Counting the eight buckets of fish they caught in the morning, the entire transport truck was so full that the three villagers who were selling meat with the truck had to squat in a corner.
When Ye Fan reached the co-pilot, he reminded Geng Zhiye to drive slower.
At 10:30, Ye Fan finally arrived at the place agreed upon yesterday. When he got off the car, he apologized and said he was delayed because he had to haul a few more buckets of fish.
Yu Wentao went to the wet market to buy fish, and Ye Fan asked her about the price. The fish she bought was cheaper than the fish in the wet market.
An old man saw that the fish was very fresh, but he had not eaten the fish he bought at the market a few days ago, so he was a little hesitant.
When Ye Fan saw this, he said: "One fish comes with two heads of Laba garlic."
The uncle immediately said something.
When he returned home with the fish in one hand and the meat in the other, he was scolded by his wife. The uncle said, "I don't know anything." He took the basin and bowl and left.
Ye Fan cut a piece of pig blood for the uncle and put two heads of garlic into the bowl. When the uncle went to the alley, his neighbor asked: "Are you still buying pig blood?"
"This is a gift from the pork seller's daughter. If you buy fish, you will get Laba garlic. I see there are also pickled carrots, which I don't like." The uncle showed off to his wife when he got home. His wife couldn't help but go to the intersection to see Ye Fan selling pork, and found a basket of vegetables in the corner. The aunt asked, "My dear daughter, are you giving away these vegetables?"
Ye Fan shook his head: "I worked hard to grow this. Auntie, would you like some? It's cheaper than the vegetable market."
"I'll go home and get something." My aunt's family also planted it, but unfortunately I forgot to cover it. When I woke up, the leaves were damaged by the frost, and they had to wait until the next spring to grow again.
Auntie often goes to the wet market, and Geng Zhiye praises the food. Auntie calculates that it is really cheaper than the wet market. She is in a good mood and takes the initiative to help Geng Zhiye promote it - the fish, meat and vegetables they sell are all good.
While the children were watching the fun, Ye Fan was not stingy, pinching a dried radish or breaking off some Laba garlic and handing them to the children. The shy children were embarrassed to reach out, but the elders in the family asked them to take it, and then asked: "How does it taste?"
The kids said it tasted just like the ones made at home.
This sentence automatically translates into "as clean as home" when heard by adults. Someone liked to eat dried radish, so he asked Ye Fan: "Do you sell dried radish?"
The villagers in the village have prepared a lot of things, and Ye Fan probably won't be able to give them all away: "I don't plan to sell them, and I don't know what the price is in the vegetable market. How about I buy a pound of dried radish at the price you buy at the vegetable market and give you one tael as a gift?" br>
Many people lined up to buy pork. Those who wanted to buy dried radish were embarrassed to talk nonsense in public, so they just told the real price. Geng Zhiye asked her to go home and get a basin, and then weighed the person a pound or a tael. It was not an exaggeration to say that the person was tall and gave two taels.
Even if they don't give up a penny when giving money, the citizens are very happy to see Geng Zhiye being so generous.
It was almost twelve o'clock, and there were only a few pig lungs, a few sauerkraut, and a handful of leftover vegetables picked up by the uncle and aunt. Ye Fan felt that there was no need to wait any longer, so he asked Geng Zhiye to drive.
Geng Zhiye had just opened the car door when the comrade who had discussed selling meat with Ye Fan yesterday came back from get off work and asked before he even arrived: "Comrade Ye, has my father bought meat?"
Ye Fan asked Geng Zhiye to wait a moment: "I don't know your dad."
"This old man!" The comrade asked Ye Fan to wait a moment. When he rode home, he asked: "There is a pork seller at the intersection, did you buy it?"
Comrade's father: "I bought it. It's my first one, and it's wrapped in suet, but it's a bit expensive."
The comrade's mother couldn't help but say: "It's not expensive. They gave me two big bones, weighing a pound or two, and they helped us split them. I said their Laba garlic looked delicious, and the girl who collected the money even caught two ends for me."
The comrade felt relieved and turned the car around to look for Ye Fan.
Ye Fan saw him and asked: "Did you buy it?"
"I bought it." Comrade asked, "Are there any more?"
Ye Fan didn't react for a moment: "——Do you still want it at home?"
"No, no, my colleague from the southwest of the imperial city said that he hasn't bought it yet. Do you want to go there and try it tomorrow?"
Ye Fan: "Tell me the address. I'll ask the villagers to kill the pig when I get back, and try to arrive at three in the afternoon."
The comrade gave the address and said: "Then I will call him right now?"
Ye Fan nodded.
This comrade waited until Ye Fan had gone away, then used a public phone to notify his colleagues that Ye Fan would be there in the afternoon.
When they arrived at the village, the villagers had already prepared meals - pickled cabbage, home-made sweet potato powder, pig intestines, pig ears and other stewed pig vegetables.
Ye Fan went to the villager's house and said, "Have the people in Yujia Village told you before? The fare for the car is mine, and the money for filling the car with gas is also mine. I will take 15% of it?"
The villagers all said they had no objection.
Ye Fan opened the bag, "This is all money from selling meat." Pointing to his trouser pocket, "The extra money is from selling fish." He took out his pocket and said, "This is money from selling vegetables." "The money for vegetables is here." To the villagers, the fish money was given to the village chief, and then she counted how much the meat was sold for.
The villagers who got the vegetable money exclaimed: "Twenty yuan?"
Ye Fan nodded: "Green vegetables are expensive in winter, only two yuan a pound. It's still cheaper than the wet market. By the way, there's still one or two pounds left in the car. You can take it back later."
The village chief was shocked: "The fish was sold for more than 300 yuan? Did I count correctly?"
The villagers waiting to receive the pork money were so shocked that they could not speak.
"Everything is expensive during the Chinese New Year." Ye Fanxin said, otherwise the cheap seafood on Hengshan Island wouldn't sell so well. "I said pork net oil was only $1.50, and an old man bought them all without hesitation."
The village chief was annoyed: “If I had known better, I wouldn’t have sold it to the meat factory.”
Ye Fan comforted him and said: "It saves trouble to sell it to a meat factory, but it takes a lot to kill it yourself."
The village chief couldn't help but say: "There is no work in winter, and idleness is idle."
Ye Fan: "There will be a chance next year. You can make more money by selling it yourself later. Let me count the money first. I will go to another village in the afternoon."
The village chief's pigs had been sold long ago. After hearing Ye Fan's words, he went out and distributed the fish money to make everyone happy. Ye Fan divided the money for the meat, and the villagers saw that it was more than twenty or thirty dollars more than what they sold to the meat factory. There were still pig trotters, heads, and intestines that were not sold at home, and some were left in the car, so everyone couldn't help but smile.
Ye Fan and Geng Zhiye had something to eat in the village. When they arrived at Yujia Village, they picked up two villagers and went to their relatives' village to pull six pigs. Then they picked up two more villagers and the six of them went straight to Xicheng.
When the comrade said the address in the morning, Ye Fan felt it sounded familiar. Ye Fan was surprised when he got out of the car and took a clear look at the surrounding scene. Geng Zhiye asked: "What's wrong?"
Ye Fan pointed to the school not far away and said, "I used to study there. Maybe I can meet my middle school teacher later."
Geng Zhiye: "Excuse me? Then sit in the car and I'll collect the money."
(End of chapter)