With a Door In Mind Chapter 117

Take the car to the provincial capital.

Qin Xiao stuck out his tongue as he looked at his grandfather who was blowing his beard and staring at him.

The old man Qin looked at his granddaughter next to him and didn't get angry.

"You said you, why did you give him that thing. It's the treasure passed down by our Qin family."

"I asked you to put things away, but you still gave them to him."

"Fortunately, he only lived for a few months. If he lived for a few more years, wouldn't everyone run away with him?"

When Qin Xiao heard Grandpa's words next to him, his ears were red and he said strangely, "Grandpa, what are you talking about. How old am I. Brother Xiaochuan is not a bad person. I just lent him it."

The old man Qin said angrily when he heard the words, "That kid is not a good thing either. All other people's treasures are on his mind."

Hearing this, Qin Xiao mumbled, "Didn't you say he wouldn't be a bad person? He wouldn't be wrong."

Hearing what Qin Xiao said, the old man Qin choked, and then hummed, "I mean that kid is not a bad person, but I didn't say that kid is a good thing."

Qin Xiao heard his words and laughed aside.

But seeing Old Qin's bad face, he quickly put away his smile and said, "Grandpa, Brother Xiaochuan promised me that he would pay me back."

When old man Qin heard Qin Xiao's words, his face became better.

Then he sighed: "That's all I can do now. I'll ask for something when we meet next time."

Qin Xiao was relieved when he heard her words beside him.

Under the meaning of a humming tune.

But when he saw the old man looking at him, he stopped and stuck out his tongue.

Time flickers. It is already the 22nd of the twelfth lunar month, and tomorrow will be the new year. Super Quality Soul Hunter Works Catalog

Since Qin Xiao left, the house has become quiet in an instant.

Even Jiang Xiaohe was much quieter.

Although Jiang Xiaohe had to take a bath in his own room to Qin Xiao, and he was not allowed to go bareback, he couldn't stand it.

But after all, they are little playmates who have been together for so long. Still a little reluctant.

This morning, the village was lively again.

Because I have to pay pigs in the commune.

This pig, which has been raised for a year, is finally ready to be slaughtered.

Such a lively scene, Jiang Xiaochuan must have watched the lively scene, he had only seen it on TV before.

But looking at Jiang Dingzhong's expression, it's not very good. Because now the pigs must reach a certain weight. Now there is no other way, people are not full, and there is too much grain for pigs to eat. Most Shenfeng Works Catalog

"Lao Liu, are the pigs full?"

Accountant Liu, who was busy in the crowd, shouted, "I'm full. But I guess I'll have to finish it when I get there."

Jiang Dingzhong nodded after hearing this.

After waving their hands, the crowd pushed the cart with the pig **** and slowly walked towards the commune.

The male labor force in the village. Almost all are out.

The purchasing station where the pigs were delivered was also in the commune, and farmers from the surrounding Shiliba villages all delivered pigs at that place.

When I came to the purchase station, it was very lively here. It was like singing a small opera. A car pulled the pigs from Shili Baxiang, and the pigs struggled and screamed in the car.

Some were pushed by a cart, and the powerful pig broke free from the rope and ran away, and a few people were behind him;

There are also people near the purchasing station who are chasing the pigs, shouting, and the people who come to hand over the pigs have complex expressions and various expressions. The latest chapter of fantasy world rescue

It should be that I feel that the pigs in my village are not very well raised.

Jiang Dingzhong took the people from Jiangtai Village and soon came to the acquisition station. People waiting for the acquisition station.

Jiang Xiaochuan shouted inwardly as he looked at the leader who was chasing the pigs nearby.

"They're all old acquaintances."

"Lao Jiang, how are the pigs in your village?"

Hearing the voice, Jiang Dingzhong turned his head and saw that Sun Zhenglin and a handful of other villagers were chatting.

He sighed: "It's all third-class. There are very few second-class estimates."

At that time, pigs were raised and graded, and they were divided into 3 grades according to their body weight.

The second-level pigs are more than 160 jins, which are the second-level pigs. 3 hairs a pound

The lowest is more than 120 pounds, which is the third level. 2 cents per pound (the weight of this rating may be inaccurate, some experts can answer it.)

120 catties or less unless special circumstances. Otherwise no charge.

However, experienced inspectors can figure out the grade of pork by hand, and they calculate it according to the thickness of pork fat.

The best is 4 fingers fat, the worst is 2 fingers fat.

Sun Zhenglin felt envious when he heard his words.

It is estimated that only half of the pigs in my village are third-class pigs, and the rest are left hanging.

Soon the iron gate of the acquisition station opened, and all kinds of vehicles streamed in. Everyone unloaded pigs in their own villages.

Drive the pigs into a large iron gate, and the strange pigs will squeeze me and I will squeeze you, fighting each other for a place to stand. The people who came to hand in the pigs formed a circle and watched the pigs in their own villages don't get confused with other villages~www.mtlnovel.com~ The inspector lazily drank a cigarette and squeezed a brush into the pig with a brush in his hand. Qun, Jiang Dingzhong and the others stared at the brushes of the pig and the inspector. Women's clothing, Admiral latest chapter

The inspector calmly looked at a pig, touched the back, pressed it a few times with his fingers, and began to draw bars.

One bar is first-class, indicating that the pig is fat, has a high meat yield, and has a high purchase price.

Two bars followed. Three bars are the skinniest pigs with the lowest price.

Jiang Dingzhong and others are most afraid that the inspectors keep waiting. Waiting is equivalent to selling less money. There is no specific standard for how much meat a pig produces. It depends entirely on the "approximate" of the inspector.

That year, the inspectors at the purchasing station were the best, and they walked differently from ordinary farmers.

Many villagers thought that in the future my grandson would also be an inspector. Simple peasants, I feel that inspectors are the highest ideal for future generations.

I have been busy until almost noon, and all the pigs have finished weighing.

Jiang Dingzhong and Sun Zhenglin came out with the list.

They are all decadent, there is no way, now eating is a problem. How can there be so much grain to raise pigs.

No wonder pigs get fat.

In the afternoon, return to the village.

After eating, Jiang Dingzhong began to greet the villagers to start slaughtering pigs.

After handing in the task pigs, there are still 2 thin pigs left in the village.

If you don't kill them, you won't have much food for them to eat.

And tomorrow is the new year.

After all the work, the three pigs were slaughtered.

Excluding the internal organs and bones, a total of less than 150 pounds of meat was produced. One person is less than half a catty of meat.

It's not as good as the wild boar caught before.

But these pigs can't be eaten in one meal, and they have to be eaten during the Chinese New Year.

In addition, the leftovers from the wild boar were marinated. About an average of about a pound of pork.

Have a fat year.

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