Siheyuan: Pretend to be a Pig and Eat the Tiger

Chapter 83 This price is so wonderful

It's very beautiful, and eggs don't seem to be very expensive. Two kilograms only cost 13,000 yuan, enough to eat for a month. The key is that boiled eggs don't have such a strong smell, so others won't know it!
He originally wanted to buy some to put in his space, but when he saw He Yushui, he hesitated for a moment and still didn't buy anything. It's right to be cautious, but the child is still young. What if he tells others about it when showing off?

He Yuzhu walked and looked, asking about everything he saw. The more he asked, the more excited he became. Even if he now earned 12 yuan a month, it was enough to support his sister. Wouldn't it be okay if she didn't eat well?

"Zhu Zi, why do you have time to come here today?"

"Hey, isn't this my Brother Feng? What's up? Has Uncle Feng finished get off work?"

"My dad has left after get off work. I'm waiting to see if there are any customers. I haven't seen you for a long time!

I heard Uncle He left. How are you? If you have anything to say, come and ask for help. Don’t be polite with me!”

"Thank you, Brother Feng. Let's sit down together when you are free. You provide the meat and I provide the wine. How do you think?"

"Haha, that's great, I'll go to your house to find you then?"

"No, you should go to Fengze Garden to find me. I'm usually free after work, so you can let Uncle Feng try out my cooking skills!"

"Got it!"

Uncle Feng is a friend of He Daqing. He is a generous and righteous man. He treats He Yuzhu very well and especially likes He Yuzhu's temper, which is of course the temper of his original self!
Feng Mo, the son of Uncle Feng, followed in his father's footsteps and both of them sold butchers. They also had a nice name, "Butcher Feng". However, they were not the owners of the butcher shop, they were butcher's clerks!

"Zhu Zi, wait a minute, take this back and help Yu Shui satisfy his craving!"

"Fuck, this is a good thing, why don't you just give it to me?"

"What's the big deal? This is a reward for me!"

"Brother Feng, you should take it back. I..."

"Stop talking nonsense, my dad got a whole set yesterday, it's okay, if you're a brother, take it!"

"Then I won't be polite?"

"Good brother, be loyal! Haha..."

The father and son slaughtered pigs for their employer, and occasionally they would reward them with some cockscomb oil. Rich families would not eat this stuff, but for ordinary people it was a good thing and they could not buy it without some connections!

Rich families would not even eat the meat from the trough, that is, the meat with lymph nodes. These are all good things in the eyes of ordinary people. Even if they are not good, they are still meat, not to mention cockscomb oil!

You can take cockscomb oil home and refine it into lard, which is delicious whether you cook with it or eat it directly or with rice. This stuff is in short supply, and He Yuzhu got the big prize today. The key is that he got it. Isn't that great?

"Brother Feng, how much is a pound of pork now?"

"You want to buy it? I'm not telling you to, but don't buy it. It's not cheap!
Seven thousand seven hundred yuan per pound, this little bit of cockscomb oil can keep you and your sister fed for a long time!
I'll think of a way for you after you finish eating. At worst, I can ask my dad to get you some cockscomb oil!"

He Yuzhu didn't expect that his former buddy was so righteous, which shows that Shazhu is not a good person! There is nothing to say about these interpersonal relationships in the play. How did this bastard lose all such good masters, brothers and buddies?
"It's okay, Brother Feng, I just want to ask about the price. I have no shortage of oil and water in Fengze Garden. Rainwater and my master feed me, so it's not a big problem. If I hadn't eaten oil-dregs buns for a long time, I wouldn't even want this little cockscomb oil!"

"Okay, as long as you're doing well, brother. If you have any problems, come to me. I can't do anything else, but I can still get some meat. The boss can also give me some face!"

"Got it!"

No matter whether Feng Mo is bragging or not, he has to agree to it and talk about it later. Although he may not necessarily look for Feng Mo for the meat, it will not affect his agreement!

After finishing the old one, He Yuzhu left the vegetable market and entered the store. Refined flour was 1840 yuan per catty;
Ordinary rice is 1100 yuan per catty; good rice (No. 2 japonica rice) is 2000 yuan per catty; cooking oil (peanut oil) is 8500 yuan per catty;
Refined salt is 1400 yuan per catty; soft white sugar is 8400 yuan per catty; cotton cloth is 2800 yuan per foot;
Each bar of laundry soap costs 3300 yuan, and there are some other things that are not often used!
Is it expensive? To be honest, it’s not expensive at all. Some of them can be used for a long time after buying them once. Now is not the era of bills yet, so you can get it if you have money!
It seems that it is necessary to store some things in time. His space has been tested and they do not expire or rot, which is good!
"Silly Zhu, cockscomb oil is a good thing. Where did you get it? Can you give some to Uncle San?"

"Hey, Uncle, don't use your hands. How can I eat if you use your hands?"

He Yuzhu saw Yan Bugui's hand reaching out, and just as he entered, he moved the cockscomb oil to the side. Hey man, you just cut your hand off, are you going to take some of it home to cook?
Yan Bugui felt regretful but not embarrassed. His little thoughts were seen through, but he was not embarrassed. Although his whole body was still the same, his face skin had reached the highest level of "Iron Shirt"!

"Silly Zhu, let me make a deal. How about giving me this cockscomb oil? You don't even cook at home, so much cockscomb oil will be wasted!"

"Uncle, I finally understand!"

"What do you unserstand?"

"The storyteller said that in the late Ming Dynasty there was a man called 'Shui Tai Liang' who was also a scholar. I think you have learned a lot from him!"

"What the hell? I'm well-read, but there's no such thing as 'the water is too cold'?"

"Yan Bugui!"

"What? Silly Zhu, don't go crazy..."

He Yuzhu suddenly yelled, which scared Yan Bugui. He was so startled and it was not proper for him to be so frightened!
"Yan Bugui, you call yourself a scholar in vain, but you are not even as good as the storyteller. Since the storyteller said that there is a 'water is too cold', you have mastered his 'skin and tail'. I think you are his true disciple!"

"No, Silly Zhu, don't listen to nonsense. There is no such thing as 'Water is too Cold'! Let's discuss the matter of cockscomb oil!"

"Shameless, you don't have enough knowledge, but you still say you don't have it, go away!"

He Yuzhu didn't care about anything else, pushed through Yan Bugui and walked towards the central courtyard, looking at others angrily and puzzled!
"Uncle, what's going on with Zhuzi?"

"Yes, yes, Third Uncle, Sha Zhu actually said that you are not knowledgeable enough, this is a joke!"

. . . . . .

Yan Bugui ignored the crowd who were watching the fun. After thinking for a long time, he never expected that there would be a Mr. "Shui Tai Liang" in the late Ming Dynasty!
Since he is a gentleman, he must be very knowledgeable, otherwise he would not have become the protagonist in the storyteller's mouth. He sighed unwillingly and went home!
It is said that he inherited the true teachings of Mr. "Shui Tailiang". He really wants to find out whether there was such a Mr. "Shui Tailiang" in the late Ming Dynasty!

He remembered that the principal was well versed in Ming history and would go to ask for his advice next year. Does this count as being humble and eager to learn?

He Yuzhu returned home and washed off the cockscomb oil. After thinking about it, he decided to make buns early tomorrow morning. When his neighbors woke up, his buns would be ready and eaten. Everything was so perfect!
(End of this chapter)