The Beginning of Siheyuan: The Pig Killer of Qinjia Village

Qin Huairu ran happily all the way to Chang Wei's house and went straight into the yard with the gate open.

After feeding the pigs, Chang Wei was taking a bath by the well. Qin Huairu ran in and bumped into him again. The two of them looked at each other.

His angular muscles in the moonlight, with water droplets sliding down them, were pure desire.

Although Qin Huairu had seen it more than once, her eyes were still blurred and her face was flushed.

Chang Wei didn't feel anything. As a grown man, there was nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, the two of them had already been honest with each other.

"Little goblin, why are you following me here?"

When she saw him, Qin Huairu didn't know what to say. She couldn't just say it so directly, right?

Blurt out a sentence.

"My mom asked me to come."

"Here, help me rub my back, what does your aunt want you to do?"

Chang Wei was casual. He thought that since they were the wife he was going to marry, why should he be so distant? He twisted the towel, threw it to her, and sat on the stool with his back to her.

Qin Huairu took the towel with a red face, looking at Chang Wei's strong back. She took a deep breath and silently encouraged herself. They were both honest with each other, so there was nothing to be shy about. She shook the towel and gently rubbed his back.

"Awei, Mom said our family doesn't want a dowry."

"why?"

Chang Wei was puzzled. Isn't it normal to give a betrothal gift? Why did they suddenly say they didn't want a betrothal gift?

Qin Huairu repeated everything her parents had said.

Chang Wei understood that he had not considered this. He had originally planned to give a minimum of 88 yuan as a betrothal gift, but the betrothal gifts of other people in the village were normally two loads of grain and five yuan, which would arouse envy and jealousy.

Man is born with evil nature. One of the evils is that he cannot stand others being better than himself, and he will spread rumors. This is why people's words are to be feared.

This kind of thing is not necessarily going to happen. After all, most people in Qinjia Village are from the Qin family and are very united. But Qin Zhenghai's worry is not wrong. People's hearts are hidden, and no one can predict.

Qin Huairu did not disturb the silent Chang Wei, and gently rubbed his broad back. The firm back muscles, feeling the touch of her fingertips, directly made her heart wander.

Just as Chang Wei was collecting his thoughts, he felt a warm and soft touch and heavy breathing beside his ear.

Turning my head gently, I saw Qin Huairu's rosy face and eyes full of spring water under the moonlight.

Under the moonlight, in the yard, the shadows of the trees rise and fall...

In the silent summer night, the moonlight is hazy, and the cicadas are chirping in a suppressed and hoarse voice.

Don't have the sadness and hatred, silence is better than sound.

A breathtaking shadow play that lasted until white shadows appeared in the east.

Chang Wei's house is located in a spacious area and is surrounded by silence. Any noise at night can be heard far away. Here, silence is better than sound.

There was smoke rising from the kitchen and the water in the pot was already boiling.

The large wooden tub that Chang Wei specially made for bathing was used for the first time.

The hot water was poured into the basin, the water temperature was adjusted, and Qin Huairu was gently carried in.

Looking at her narrowed almond eyes and the blush on her cheeks, Chang Wei smiled playfully.

"Is this the confidence you have to work the cow to death? In the end, I still have to serve you."

He helped Qin Huairu take a bath and wrapped her in a new bed sheet. He saw her pretty face buried in his chest, breathing steadily.

He carried her into the room and gently put her on the bed. It was a little chilly in the late autumn night, so he took out the newly bought single quilt and covered her with it.

Looking at her fair and rosy face, he gently kissed her forehead, helped her pull up the quilt, and quietly left the room.

Qin Huairu had been in a coma, but she still had a hint of consciousness.

I could feel Chang Wei's delicacy and gentleness, and also felt that he seemed to be unsatisfied and had been taking care of me. I was touched and thought that the way would always be open for me... I fell asleep unknowingly.

After a sleepless night, Chang Wei was still full of energy. With the passive skill "Dian Luan Dao Feng", not only he but also Qin Huairu would benefit. But after being bullied for so long, the little benefit might be...

Yesterday afternoon, he discovered that the trace of time and space power had strengthened his ability. Qin Huairu had used all the tricks he had taught her, but the result was still the same...

I didn't expect that after "The Love of the Phoenix", under the baptism of the power of time and space, the combat power would be increased again. Isn't this life-threatening? I can keep up with the physical strength, but who can bear it?

It's already two or three in the morning, and there's no time to sleep. I have to go to the market to sell meat and make some money. Today is the big market, and I have to kill the two fat pigs I bought yesterday.

After washing up, he cooked some porridge and a few eggs in the pot, and put two buns in to keep warm for Qin Huairu.

He took the time to eat a few buns and started working.

Everything was done quietly. With a swing of the fist, two fat pigs were knocked unconscious one by one. They were then taken to the yard for bleeding, hair removal, and gutting...

After everything was packed up, Chang Wei pulled the cart out, then turned back into the yard, locked the gate from the inside, and quickly climbed over the earth wall with his hands.

We arrived at Xinshou Market around 5:30. There were many people setting up stalls today, so we could only find a seat near the front.

On the way, I quietly took out the largest wild boar and put it on the cart. After killing it, there were still more than 300 kilograms. Today's goal is to sell the meat of three pigs.

After parking the cart, they started to remove the bones very quickly. With the manual knife turning, the pig bones were removed one by one.

People of this era don't like bones, whether it's ribs or shanks, the price is very cheap. The most popular are pork fat and fat, and the best fat is the top pork belly with the thickest fat.

Rural elderly people know how to buy meat. One finger of fat is low-quality meat, two fingers of fat is third-quality meat, three fingers of fat is second-quality meat, and a palm of fat is first-quality, premium meat.

But these days pigs weigh more than 100 kilograms, and it is rare to have fat as thick as three fingers. If you want fat as thick as a palm, the pig must weigh at least 400 to 500 kilograms.

I heard from some customers these days that the price of meat at some meat stalls has increased by two cents, and it seems that the price of meat is going to rebound. However, Chang Wei is not planning to increase the price for the time being, and it will remain at 42 cents.

Chang Wei sells meat with a high scale and cuts it with one knife. When he removes the bones, there are regular customers waiting. There are already quite a few people gathered around the meat stall.

"Master, cut me two pounds of fat."

Seeing Chang Wei finish removing the bones, an old lady couldn't wait to speak.

"Little Master, I also want a pound of fat meat."

"Little Master, I need two pounds of pork fat."

……

"Okay, uncles and aunts, let's go one by one."

Chang Wei responded with a smile. The knife in his hand flashed, and he had already cut a few portions and started to weigh them.

Although there were many people at the market today, the meat of the three pigs was not so easy to sell. It was not until around 10:30 that most of it was sold out.

There was only a pig head and a pig lung left, and Chang Wei was not going to sell them, so he closed his stall and went home.

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Brothers, I've been put in solitary confinement, and I don't know if I can be released. I'm in such a low mood, and I haven't written anything. Why...