Chapter 298 Selling Pigs
"Zhang An, do you still have the wooden box you gave Lao Ding last time? If so, get me one."
After dinner, Chen Ze Found Zhang An.
Chen Ze had seen the wooden box that Ding Yi used to store ginseng before.
It looks better than the ones made in those stores, and it has not been painted.
"There seems to be more. Just wait, I'll look for it for you."
As soon as Chen Ze mentioned it, Zhang An remembered it.
That wooden box was what Zhang An used to practice his skills when he was learning carpentry.
At that time, when Zhang An was practicing by himself in the space, he did quite a lot, and kept them all in the space.
After entering the utility room and pretending to rummage for a while, Zhang An came out with a wooden box.
These wooden boxes are made of Davidia wood. Although the boxes are not small, they are very light to hold.
The ones that stayed behind were the ones that Zhang An thought were acceptable and he did them at the beginning.
The wooden boxes, which look ugly, have been burned as fuel.
The next day, the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month, the mountain village was filled with misty smoke.
Zhang An still had his usual routine, getting up early in the morning to practice boxing.
But what is different from usual is that today Zhang An is surrounded by Chen Ze.
Chen Ze has been in an excitement stage for the past two days. He woke up this morning when he heard the big rooster crow.
Although the process of getting up is very difficult, after waking up, I want to fall back and sleep for a while many times.
But the willpower during the excitement period still prevented him from going back. After all, as long as he fell down, it would last all morning.
While Chen Ze struggled to get up, he also cheered himself up. What the ancients could do and dance to the sound of a chicken, Chen Ze can do it too.
When Zhang An got up to wash up, he was a little surprised to see him getting up too.
"Not bad, not bad. I hope you can continue to persist in the future and persevere to see the results."
Then the two began to warm up in the yard. Zhang An spent some time teaching Baduanjin Gave it to Chen Ze.
Zhang An learned Wu Qin Xi and Taoist Ba Duan Jin from Zhang and his party, but Wu Qin Xi was more difficult to learn.
Ba Duan Jin is simpler than Wu Qin Xi, and it does not take much time for novices to learn.
Chen Ze has never learned anything before. The only radio gymnastics he did in school may have been forgotten.
After the warm-up, Zhang An performed a punch at normal speed and asked Chen Ze to follow suit to help him deepen his impression.
Yesterday Chen Ze spent a lot of time, and after playing twice today, he finally got some results.
After Chen Ze was able to complete a set of punches independently, Zhang An let him play by himself.
As for Zhang An, he was slowly playing with himself and began to enter the trance state he was in yesterday.
Zhang An found that since his enlightenment yesterday, he could easily enter that state now.
Chen Ze watched Zhang An's boxing move slowly and thought that maybe it would be easier to go slower, so he followed Zhang An's example.
But they thought about it, the slower the speed of Tai Chi, the more difficult it becomes.
That’s why after doing two moves, he felt uncoordinated all over.
I always feel like I’m not doing the right thing while practicing like this.
In the end, I didn’t follow Zhang An and ran to the side to play with myself.
Zhang An was still the same as yesterday, closing his eyes and concentrating.
Suddenly, he found that he could feel something warm and gas-like appearing in his body.
Following the rhythm of his breathing, it slowly traveled from the chest and finally sank to the abdomen.
When Zhang An is not lucky, this air will slowly rise towards his lungs.
And when Zhang An deliberately relied on his luck, this energy slowly began to move towards the place where he was lucky.
Could this be "qi"?
Zhang An suddenly remembered the "qi" that Zhang Yixing once told him.
Then I remembered that Zhang Yixing had previously mentioned the method of how to draw "qi".
Without doubt that he was there, Zhang An found a way to induce his luck.
It was then discovered that this "qi" was deliberately pulled by him.
Start from the Dantian in the abdomen, travel around the body, and finally return to the Dantian.
Gather to the Dantian, exhale from the inside out from the lungs, and turn into a breath of turbid air.
This is probably what the Taoist scriptures call the Qi Luck Zhoutian.
Zhang An doesn’t know, but plans to ask Zhang and his party later.
But I have to say that after exhaling this turbid breath, my body seems to be more energetic.
After one punch, Zhang An stopped practicing and did not continue.
Get ready to take out the silver needle and continue practicing your finger strength.
What he wants to practice is not just pricking needles, he also wants to practice flying needles.
However, he is not invincible in the East and has never practiced the Sunflower Book.
"Zhang An, if I practice like this, when will I be able to smash such a thick wooden pile directly like you."
Chen Ze, who was punching repeatedly, suddenly suddenly Asked.
What he wants most is to practice like Zhang An, breaking anything casually.
In that case, even if he doesn't have to do it, he will feel happy just thinking about it.
“Well, this can only depend on yourself. It may or may not work, there is no definite number.”
When Chen Ze heard this, he suddenly felt that these words sounded so much like what the sweeping monk said.
When I looked back, I found that Zhang An was already practicing acupuncture seriously.
Zhang An was very serious when practicing Qigong and acupuncture every day, so Chen Ze did not disturb him.
Instead, he turned around and practiced the boxing skills Zhang An taught him over and over again.
The sky pays off. With Chen Ze's extremely attentive state, the thirteen Tai Chi poses he performed finally looked somewhat formal.
In other words, there are no smart phones and Moments these days.
Otherwise, Chen Ze would definitely ask Zhang An to take a video of him and post it to Moments to show off.
"Brother Zhang, are you practicing acupuncture?"
Suddenly, a voice came from the door.
Zhang An came back to his senses and looked up. The owner of the voice was Zhao Tiande.
Zhao Tiande is a bit strange. He is about the same age as Zhang Jianguo.
But since Zhang An convinced him last time, he will insist on calling Zhang An brother, and let Zhang An call him brother.
The most annoying thing about this person is that when he saw Zhang Jianguo, he also called him Uncle Zhang, and when he saw Wang Fang, he called him Auntie.
When Zhang Jianguo met him for the first time, he was immediately confused.
Looking at Zhao Tiande, who was about the same age as him, he thought for a long time and secretly thought, how could such an old nephew come from their family.
But after shouting a few times in the end, Zhang Jianguo and Wang Fang had to get used to it.
"Brother Zhao is here. I have nothing to do but practice and have fun."
Chen Ze sneered at this sentence, are you practicing and having fun?
The level of seriousness is not as good as before the college entrance examination.
Had he not seen those thick medical books, he would have really believed it.
When Zhang An saw Zhao Tiande coming, he put away the silver needle.
Accompanying Zhao Tiande into the house, Wang Fang heard that Zhao Tiande was coming and also made a pot of tea.
"Brother Zhao is here so early, has your village started killing pigs?"
Zhang An poured tea for several people who came with Zhao Tiande, and then said.
In general, even if pigs are killed in the morning in the village, it will not be so early.
After all, it is winter, so everyone will not come so early. They will only go there after having breakfast at home.
Otherwise, when I go to the host’s house, I have to bother them to prepare a breakfast, which is unreasonable.
"Not yet, we will kill around ten o'clock. I just want your cup of tea, so I came earlier."
Zhao Tiande came to Zhang for the first time. The An family fell in love with Zhang An's tea.
Zhao Tiande is a big boss after all, and he must have drank a lot of tea.
As soon as he drank Zhang An's tea, he knew it was not simple.
"Brother, you are right. I will prepare some for you to take away later."
"That's a good feeling. The camellia at your house is better than the ones on the market that cost hundreds or even thousands. The tea is much better."
This is true, this tea is space tea, how can it be compared with ordinary tea.
Many people who love tea fall in love with it just by smelling the fragrance.
However, Zhang An has no intention of selling tea. First, he is not in a hurry to spend money.
Secondly, tea selling is a very deep business, and Zhang An is not a troublesome person.
The two chatted for a while and had a great time. The tea in the cup was gone and it was getting late.
Zhao Tiande is about to start catching pigs with his people. If it is too late, the people in the village will have to wait for them.
Last night, after Wang Fang fed the pigs, she drove the three wild boars into the big pen below.
After all, the other pigs have to be fed for two days, so these three pigs don’t need to be fed in the morning, just to prevent them from grabbing food.
And in the big pen below, it is convenient for Zhao Tiande to bring people to catch pigs.
Looking at the three wild boars that were no smaller than last year, Zhao Tiande was very satisfied, which proved that the Zhang An family was feeding well.
"Dad, please push out the scale at home."
Zhang An's family actually doesn't use a scale very often, but every time they use it, they have to borrow it.
In the end, Zhang An thought it was troublesome, so he just bought one and kept it for himself. It was not expensive anyway.
Not long after, Zhang Jianguo carried out the scale, and Zhang An also changed into a pair of dirty clothes.
Zhao Tiande came to buy pigs, unlike other pig dealers who looked at them and estimated the approximate price. Generally, the price offered by the host will be higher than that offered by the pig dealer, and then the two parties will engage in fierce bargaining.
Only when a price that both parties agree is acceptable is the transaction concluded, otherwise the pig will not be sold.
When Zhao Tiande came to buy pigs, he couldn't estimate the price like a pig dealer. After all, he was not in this business.
So I finally discussed with Zhang An and negotiated a unit price, and finally weighed the pigs to determine how many there were.
Even so, Zhao Tiande may suffer some losses himself.
But as the saying goes, money is hard to buy and I am willing. Zhao Tiande is not short of that little money and doesn't care about it.
I saw Zhang An dragging a wild boar out of the pen by its ears.
When you get to the scale, grab the pig's ears with one hand and the pig's tail with the other.
Lift the whole pig directly and stand on the scale to weigh it.
"Two hundred and forty-one kilograms." Zhang Jianguo looked at some rulers and wrote down the numbers.
After subtracting Zhang An's weight from this, it is the weighing of the pig.
“Zhang An is still so fierce. Most people can’t even lift such a pig.”
"Don't talk about one person, this is a live pig, it is difficult for two people to lift it."
Although he saw it once last year, Zhao Tiande was still shocked when he saw it again this year.
After the pigs were finally weighed, the people brought by Zhao Tiande put them in a large pig cage and dragged them onto a small truck.
In order to transport the three pigs, Zhao Tiande directly found a small truck.
Because Zhao Tiande drove a pickup truck last year and found that it couldn’t fit in, so Zhang An finally helped give it away.
The last three pigs were weighed, and they weighed a total of 715 kilograms. Of course, there were three Zhang An inside.
Zhang An went up and weighed himself. Today's weight is 776 kilograms.
Three pigs weigh nearly a thousand pounds, which is really quite a lot.
"Brother, four thousand eight hundred and seventy."
Zhao Tiande paid Zhang An's family five yuan for each of the three pigs, which was more expensive than the pork on the street.
This is why many people came to ask about these three wild boars, but the Zhang An family never sold them.
Because no matter how high the price they gave, it was still higher than Zhao Tiande, and it was also long-winded.
Although Zhao Tiande said four thousand eight hundred and seven, he finally gave Zhang An four thousand eight hundred and eighty eight.
Although Zhao Tiande is a cheerful person, he is a businessman after all, and he cares about this aspect.
"Then I wish Brother Zhao good luck every year." Zhang An did not refuse and said auspicious words casually.
Zhang An handed the money to his mother without counting it.
After helping load the pigs into the truck, Zhao Tiande will take the people back.
Before leaving, Zhang An found a small bamboo basket and put two taels of tea in it for him to take away.
Zhao Tiande was as happy as picking up a treasure when he got the tea.
Zhang An’s tea is not easy to come by. Last time he asked to buy it with money, Zhang An didn’t sell it.
After selling the pig, Zhang An'an's family went to Zhang Ping's house.
Today, their family is killing the New Year pig, and Zhang An and Zhang Jianguo are going to help.
Wang Fang and Su Ying are also going to help with the cooking.
As for Chen Ze, he doesn’t have to do anything. He is the guest invited by Zhang Jianwen.
"Anzi, how much do your three pigs weigh?"
When Zhang An and the others passed by, everyone had already arrived.
Now we just have to wait for the water to boil before we can take the pig out and put it on trial.
Zhang An’s family was selling pigs today. Many people knew about it, so they came a little late.
"Guess what." Zhang Jianguo did not say directly.
“That pig of yours is not small, I think it must weigh eight or nine hundred pounds in total.”
"It shouldn't be that big, about eight hundred pounds."
"I think it's more than that, it's more than nine hundred pounds."
"You know how to hammer, that pork is tight , it must be heavy, even if it is less than a thousand catties, it is not much different."
In the end, Lin Youde came out and said something.
He was the one who killed and unloaded Zhang An’s pigs last year. He knew it better than anyone else.
"Hey, professional, less than a thousand pounds, nine hundred and seventy-four."
Zhang An said, giving Lin Youde a thumbs up.
“In the whole village, I don’t accept anyone except my old sister-in-law’s ability to raise pigs.”
“Not to mention anything else, the pigs we raise together are from their own pigs. Fat.”
When it comes to this matter, no one has anything to say.
In this day and age, no one feeds pigs feed. They all feed pigs grass roots, bracts and cereal noodles.
So basically the pigs we raise are all in their early 200s.
A well-fed person can weigh two hundred fifty or sixty pounds. People who weigh more than three hundred pounds can count them on one hand.
It’s not impossible to raise them, but then you have to hang someone on the pig every day.
It is impossible in rural areas, everyone is very busy.
When I am not busy, I feed three meals in the morning, noon and evening.
When I get busy, I basically feed them a meal before going to work, and then eat a bunch of pig vegetables.
Wait until you come back from the fields in the evening and feed it again.
Who has spare time to feed pigs? That doesn’t exist.
Everyone was bragging while waiting for the water to boil.
Since running water became available, there is no need to carry water to kill pigs, and everyone has become much more relaxed.
Otherwise, when pigs were slaughtered in the past, at least five or six people would have to carry water.
"The water is boiling, get ready to lift the pigs."
Soon, Mr. Huang, who was in charge of boiling the water, shouted.
Everyone who was bragging just now stood up immediately and followed Zhang Ping to the pig pen to drive the pigs.
Seven or eight people, each with an ear and a pig's foot, easily lifted the whole pig to the desk.
After everyone pressed down firmly, Lin Youde wiped the butcher's knife.
The white knife went in and the red knife came out, decisively ending the old life of the second senior brother.
This year Zhang An did not go to the theater, but took a kitchen knife and shaved pig hair with everyone.
Not only him, Zhang Ping and Zhou Yang were also scratching.
They have to start learning to do these tasks at a young age.
Otherwise, when the previous generation gets old, there will be no one to do it.
A scalded pig doesn’t have much time to shave.
So generally speaking, killing a big pig requires several people to shave it at the same time. The shorter the shave time, the better.
Otherwise, it will be difficult to blow it up when the area where it has been permed gets cold, especially this winter.
And when shaving, don’t rush. If you do it too quickly, you may not be able to shave completely.
When shaving, you should push back along the direction of the pig hair, otherwise it will be easy to break and difficult to clean.
This is Zhang An’s first time shaving pig hair. He is a little unaccustomed to it and very unfamiliar.
However, under the guidance of the elders around him, Zhang An quickly got better and mastered the skills.
This year there were young people joining us, so we spent more time shaving than before, but we didn’t lose too long.
After the pig's hair was shaved clean, Lin Youde took a big knife and prepared to disembowel it.
From the time he was killing pigs, Zhang An had been consciously paying attention to the place and technique of Lin Youde's execution.
After all, there were so many animals in the space, and he thought he should learn from it.
Whatever you want to eat in the future, you can also use the knife yourself.
Evisceration is a technical job that requires a certain understanding of the pig's structure.
And there are also requirements for the strength of the knife, not too deep, not too shallow.
If it is too deep, it will easily break the internal organs, but if it is too shallow, it will not break through the fat of the pig.
Finally, removing and removing meat are also technical tasks and require more practice.
The ancients often said that the number one scholar in three hundred and sixty years was not wrong.
Just for the pig-killing business, with good skills, the whole process of killing pigs is pleasing to the eye and very fast.
The technique is mediocre, the speed is slow, it takes a long time, and the meat that comes out doesn’t look good.
Before the pork was unloaded, Lin Youde took out the sewer and some internal organs for everyone to deal with first.
These things are like the protagonists in a pig-killing meal.
Although many restaurants in the city serve pig killing rice, it is not as authentic as the one in the countryside and does not have the same taste.
Because of the materials they use, many parts are missing.
After all, they don’t slaughter the pigs themselves in their restaurant, the ingredients are all bought at the butcher stall.
The cooking is still going on in the house, and the annual meat sharing session is about to begin outside.
The old man keeps the meat he needs this year and sells the rest to everyone.
Although many people want to buy at Zhang An’s house, there are also many people at Lao Shu’s house.
Your family has three pounds, mine has five pounds. Soon, half a fan of pork is gone.
(End of this chapter)