Marry a powerful minister and remain a widow?I’m done with the book-wearing female role!

Jiang Yuzhu breathed a sigh of relief after getting rid of the snot baby.

As an adult, she actually thought of teasing a baby. She really came back to life!

The group continued walking inside, where there were many pork stalls.

The newly killed New Year pig is still steaming.

The butcher was sharpening his knife while shouting: "The best pork belly is twenty cents a pound!"

Although there were wars in previous years, the situation was not as severe as this year. The price of pork belly was [-] or [-] cents, but this year it has increased a bit.

"How about we come back and shop again?"

Jiang Yuzhu looked at the endless market in front of her and hesitated.

Seeing this, Gong Huai suggested: "Madam, there were only one or two large gatherings this year. In a few days, people from the surrounding villages will not go out."

After Laba Festival, everyone who should be stocking up on New Year’s goods has almost stocked up, and the size of the market will only shrink.

"If we don't rush to buy it, we will only have some scraps left."

Huang Dali patted his chest and said, "Madam, after we buy it, the younger one will be responsible for sending it back to the house first."

During this trip to a large market, stocking up on meat is the top priority.

There are so many people that the butcher is too busy, and he will definitely not help deliver it to the house.

Jiang Yuzhu greeted: "Our family has a large population, and we cannot live without meat during the New Year, so we need to stock up on more."

In Daqi, people prefer fat meat with oil and water, suet.

After refining the oil, the lard is used for cooking and stewing, and the lard residue is sprinkled with salt to make it more delicious.

"Twenty cents for pork belly!"

One of the butchers shouted several times, but the stall was empty. Most of the people were attracted by the twelve-cent pork belly at the stall nearby, and they crowded around.

The price gap between the two companies was too large, which aroused Yan Lin's curiosity.

When Yan Lin squeezed in front of the cheap meat stall and looked through it, he immediately said: "The pork is white and has the same color as boiled pork. It is sick pork!"

Although it is much cheaper, sick pork cannot be eaten!

As soon as Yan Lin finished speaking, the butcher was unhappy and said angrily: "If you buy it, buy it. If you don't buy it, get lost. Do you need to point your finger at me?"

"How can you sell this sick pig after a high fever? What if it eats a person and kills him?"

As a doctor, Yan Lin had good intentions and did not want the people to be deceived.

Jiang Yuzhu also moved closer and agreed with Yan Lin's judgment.

Sick pigs have a high fever and the myoglobin in the lean meat is depleted, so it appears pale white, as if it has been boiled.

The people were silent and no one paid any attention to Yan Lin, which puzzled Yan Lin greatly.

One of the ladies said, "You're not from the border town, are you? Butcher Sun has been selling sick pork."

Normal pork belly costs [-] yuan, while diseased pork only costs about half the price, which is very cost-effective.

Of course, this price difference is nothing to the rich, but to the poor, every penny is worth breaking.

"Butcher Sun is very conscientious in his business. Sick pork and good pork are not priced at the same price."

There is no deception at all.

Butcher Sun has been doing business for many years, and he has never heard of anyone having an accident while eating.

The aunt smiled bitterly and said: "Rich people can't eat rough noodles because they feel like it irritates their throats. We poor people can have a full meal. How can we pay so much attention to it?"

Everyone lined up again, and Yan Lin fell into silence.

He can pay to give people good pork, but these diseased pork will still be sold through other channels.

Seeing Yan Lin's visible disappointment, Jiang Yuzhu didn't blink an eyelid and said coldly: "Has this little thing caused a psychological impact on you?"

"I didn't expect the people in the North to live such a hard life..."

Yan Lin has a soft heart and is always easy to empathize with others.

He felt sad when he saw people buying sick pork to eat.

Thinking about it this way, the price of medical treatment at Jishi Tang is sky-high, which is very unkind.

Jiang Yuzhu said a little speechlessly: "No wonder the Yan family said you are a prodigal son. You are a doctor, and you are also a businessman."

The truly poor people cannot even eat a bite of meat.

Buying diseased pork is entirely a personal choice.

Jiang Yuzhu pointed at a beaming lady carrying a large piece of pork, and said to Yan Lin: "That piece of meat of yours weighs at least five or six kilograms. If you buy regular-priced pork, you can buy half of it."

Two or three pounds of pork is enough to make meat dumplings for a big family.

"People who buy sick pork are not poor, but they want to get a little advantage."

You get what you pay for, fair enough.

When people accept equal value transactions, do they need Yan Lin to lament the sufferings of the people?

"If you are thoughtful, we can buy some food in a few days and send it to the charity hall."

There is a charity hall in the border town, which takes in orphans and widows who are really in need of help.

Relieved by Jiang Yuzhu, Yan Lin suddenly enlightened and said with a smile: "Mrs. Xie, you are the person Yan admires most!"

Jiang Yuzhu's eyes flashed. He admired her, so why did he stay and eat for free?

Thinking of Yan Lin's contribution, Jiang Yuzhu couldn't bear it. It was not time to kill the donkey yet.

After Yan Lin was relieved, he pointed at the pork belly that weighed twenty cents per kilogram and said, "This pig has smooth fur and thick fat. At first glance, it looks like a good pig that was raised with care!"

When the butcher, the owner of the stall, heard this, he immediately felt like he had met a confidant: "The scholar is absolutely right. Our pig tastes delicious and has never been sick. It is definitely not a sick pig!"

"Yes, the meat is firm and even more delicious when stewed!"

Yan Lin pinched it and came to a conclusion.

Hongxiu came up to take a look and said suspiciously: "Is it that good?"

Just ordinary pork, nothing else.

Yan Lin smiled confidently: "Absolutely good, Hongxiu, don't forget that I have killed more than a dozen pigs!"

Yan Lin killed chickens, ducks, geese, rabbits and pigs to treat his bleeding.

"We want this whole pig."

Jiang Yuzhu made the decision and directed the butcher to help with packaging.

The butcher thought that the price was high and his business would be bleak, but as soon as he came out of the stall, he brought a fat pig weighing more than 300 kilograms and everyone bought it.

Not only that, Jiang Yuzhu also made an appointment with the butcher for the New Year pig, and after killing it, it would be delivered directly to her house.

The group was about to leave when they saw earth-shattering cries coming from the crowd.

The voice was quite familiar. Jiang Yuzhu followed the sound and said to Hong Jin: "Look, is it the little snot baby we gave to Tanghulu?"

At this moment, Snotlout Baby was struggling desperately and crying: "I don't know you!"

Standing next to him was a woman, smiling apologetically at the people around her and saying, "His father is a gambler, so he sold this boy to me."

So even though I don’t know him, it still makes sense.

The mother-in-law was a bitch and wanted to take the baby away. The baby resisted desperately and was beaten to death. He cried, "You are talking nonsense. How could my father sell me?"

The people believed the mother-in-law's words and sympathized with the little baby.

Normally, a man would not be sold unless the family couldn't get rid of the problem.

If the snot-nosed baby's father is a gambler, then selling his son and daughter is nothing.