The Beginning of Siheyuan: The Pig Killer of Qinjia Village

The next morning, around four o'clock, when it was just dawn, Qin Zhengshan came pulling a cart.

Chang Wei had also washed up and was waiting there.

He loaded the meat onto the cart, and Qin Zhengshan went into the house to write a letter of introduction and a certificate of settlement, and the two of them went to Xinshou Town together.

Chang Wei pulled the cart at great speed and didn't need Qin Zhengshan's help at all.

It took just over an hour to run across the more than ten miles.

Chang Wei, who was pulling the cart, was neither red in the face nor out of breath, but Qin Zhengshan could not keep up and was sweating from exhaustion. Later, Chang Wei asked him to sit on the cart.

Chang Wei also discovered this. His physical endurance was much stronger than before the time travel. He hadn't tested his strength yet, but it was estimated that it had increased.

It was past five o'clock and there were already many people setting up stalls at the market.

I found an empty spot on the roadside. At that time, the market did not have any divisions for selling meat and vegetables, so I just found an empty spot on the roadside.

There are also many people selling goods, including snacks, handmade bamboo weavings, and vegetables... There are a wide variety of miscellaneous items, and it is a unique and dazzling array.

"Fresh wild boar meat, there's not much left, so hurry up if you want to buy some!"

After putting the cart away, Qin Zhengshan opened the sack covering the pork and exclaimed.

Wild boar meat is chewy and has a good taste. Although it tastes strong, that's why it's so delicious!

Qin Zhengshan's shout of "Yoho" immediately attracted a lot of people.

The pig I saw was not small. Although it was a wild boar and not that fat, there was plenty of food for wild boars in this season, so it was the fattest in the year.

The onlookers started to take action. Qin Zhengshan weighed the meat and collected the money, while Chang Wei started to cut the meat.

Chang Wei was very measured in his cuts. As he had just arrived and needed to gain popularity, he asked for a weight a little higher than he intended. Qin Zhengshan even weighed it high.

Among the crowd, someone noticed that no matter how much others wanted, Chang Wei always cut it with one knife and weighed it high. So he raised his mouth, which was more eye-catching than wild boar meat.

Some people who like to gossip praised Chang Wei as a young master of Ittoryu, who was more experienced than the old master.

How could he know that Chang Wei had been in this business for ten years. He started taking over the old man's job when he graduated from high school at the age of eighteen. He was also a martial artist, and he could use the knife as easily as his arm. With the bonus of [Pao Ding's Knife Skill], this operation was normal.

Just kidding, sprinkle some water!

However, this also brought in a lot of traffic, so that more than three pieces of pork were sold out in just over an hour.

After counting the harvest, I found that I had sold more than 20 catties of pig fat for a total of 113.9 yuan, which was 42 yuan per catty. Adding the 26.40 yuan I earned yesterday, I had 140.30 yuan left.

After selling the meat, it was still early, so Qin Zhengshan asked an acquaintance to look after the cart and took Chang Wei for a walk.

They left home early and neither of them had eaten yet, so Chang Wei took the initiative to treat Qin Zhengshan to breakfast, four big meat buns and a bowl of soy milk for each of them.

Although the villagers now have land, the yield is not high. After paying the grain, the family only has enough to eat. The main income still depends on raising some poultry and growing vegetables, or crafts.

After dinner, Qin Zhengshan saw that it was almost time and decided to go to the township government.

Chang Wei just wandered around by himself. There was nothing in the place where he lived, so he still needed to buy some condiments such as oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, daily necessities and food.

I need clothes and other things, but I just bought some cloth and planned to make them myself when I get home. I also need to buy some cloth for Qin Zhengshan and return him a set of clothes. I also need to buy some flowered cloth for Liu Cuilan, because I don’t have the right size of shoes, so I need to ask Liu Cuilan to help make them as a thank you gift.

There are no ready-made clothes for sale at the bazaar, and if there are any in the shops, they probably won’t fit and will be a bit more expensive.

A little after nine o'clock, Qin Zhengshan came back, holding the household registration booklet (just a piece of paper) stamped with the official seal of the township government, and said to Chang Wei with a smile.

"Awei, your household registration has been completed. However, our village does not have any extra land to give you at the moment. We only need homesteads and private plots. You can choose one when you go back."

"Thank you! Uncle Shan."

Chang Wei happily took the household registration book and glanced at it. His name was Chang Wei, and his date of birth was October 1933, 10. Composition: a third-generation poor peasant with a good family background... I didn't expect this day to come so soon. Sure enough, plans can't keep up with changes. (After the founding of the People's Republic of China, household registration was implemented and household registration books were available. At the end of June 18, the classification of family composition began.) I just went to the liquor store and bought two jars of 1950-jin loose white and 6-jin shredded tobacco to give to Qin Zhengshan. The tobacco and liquor I bought haven't been given away yet! The matter is done.

No wonder Liu Cuilan asked him how old he was during dinner yesterday. Qin Zhengshan is a very nice man. We should treat him with sincerity in the future.

Seeing the pots and pans and daily necessities on the cart, Qin Zhengshan said with a smile, "Wow! Awei, you bought a lot of things!"

"Uncle Shan, these are for daily use. I can't bring those things out of the mountains. They're too far away. I don't think I'd be able to find them if I went back now."

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There was nothing else to do after that, so the two of them went home and arrived at the village office at half past ten.

Chang Wei took down the things on the cart one by one, leaving behind the cigarettes, alcohol and cloth, and said with a smile while looking at Qin Zhengshan.

"Uncle Shan, this wine and tobacco are a gift to you. And this cloth, take it back and make a set of clothes for you and your aunt."

People in the village are quite frugal, and Qin Zhengshan didn't expect Chang Wei to buy these for him.

"Kid, you have so many places to spend your money! Why are you buying these for me?"

"Uncle Shan, you have helped me a lot, so I should honor you. And I have to trouble Auntie to make a few pairs of shoes for me!"

"That's fine, I'll keep it this time and won't do it again. It's not easy to make money, so spend it sparingly and save it for building a house and getting married. Not every time I go up the mountain I can get such a big harvest."

Chang Wei nodded. "Oh! Got it, Uncle Shan."

Qin Zhengshan pulled the cart home, and Chang Wei immediately began to clean up. He put the seasonings in the kitchen into small jars, and put the rice and flour into large jars to prevent moisture...

By the time we finished cleaning up, it was already noon.

Thinking about the meat buns I had in the morning, there was meat, but the taste was really not that good.

Living with an old man, the sensible thing to do is to cook for myself. My cooking skills have become quite good over the years.

Chang Wei did it as soon as he thought of it. He went to Qin Zhengshan's house and asked Liu Cuilan for a zaotou (old face head), then said hello and went to the field to pick a gourd.

When I came back, I started to knead the dough. I soaked the glutinous rice, poured the flour into a newly bought porcelain basin, added the glutinous rice water, and started to knead the dough.

After the dough was kneaded, Chang Wei boiled some hot water in a pot, placed the porcelain basin with the dough on the wooden lid, covered it with linen, and waited for it to ferment.

I cut two pounds of the remaining good pork belly into small pieces and minced it into minced meat. (All the kitchen knives were newly bought.)

Chang Wei, the meat bun maker, doesn't like pure meat, but likes some vegetables. He greeted Liu Cuilan and picked a two-jin gourd from her vegetable garden. He peeled and deseeded it, washed and cut it into strips, squeezed it with linen cloth to remove the water, and there were not many gourd strips left.

If you don't add seasonings to the meat and Hulusi in a hurry, they will become burnt if marinated for a long time.

You need to wait for the dough to ferment, and even if the temperature is high, you will need to wait for about an hour, depending on the situation.

In his spare time, Chang Wei went back to the house to find some torn newspapers, rolled some tobacco with them, and secretly put a little tobacco in his pocket. He lit it and took a few puffs in the yard.

The taste of pure tobacco is really pleasant, but it is a bit choking if you are not used to it.

I remember the first time I smoked a cigarette, it was a rolled leaf cigarette, it was so choking that it almost killed me.

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