novelraw Chapter 249 If you're not afraid of being poisoned to death, come to my house.
Chapter 249 If you're not afraid of being poisoned to death, come to my house.
When Wang Ga heard that the entire noodle shop belonged to Zhang Changyao, he clenched his fists in anger.
His teeth were grinding together, making a "crunching" sound, and his jawbone bulged out.
"Wang Ga, who are you trying to scare? Let me hear how you're going to clean up my house."
You bully others first and don't say anything, but why don't you do the same when you're taking advantage of others?
You still think of Zhang Changyao as a person, that you can do whatever you want with him.
I'm standing here waiting for you to pack something so I can see it.
"If even a single hair on my Zhang Changyao's head is broken, I'll make you kneel down and help him up."
Yang Wuni raised the pickaxe handle and pointed it at Wang Ga, which frightened Wang Ga so much that he retreated and sat back on the windowsill.
"Brother Ga Zi, no matter what's written on the document, I want what belongs to me."
If you return the two hundred yuan I invested, we'll be even.
I'm not a cunning or dishonest person, and I won't cheat you out of a single penny.
Consider the junk you gave me as interest on two hundred yuan I left with you.
You, Wang Ga, make so much money that you're practically stomping on meat and oozing oil from your head, I, Zhang Changyao, am not jealous.
Who told me to be so blind and mistake you for a brother?
You give me the money, I'll burn the incense sticks, then you'll be at peace and I'll be at peace too.
Zhang Changyao heard Er Shunzi's account of the characters was so outrageous that he was afraid Wang Ga would have to find someone else to read them.
The only option is to back down gracefully and take the opportunity to retract the conversation.
Wang Ga wasn't stupid, and he wouldn't let Zhang Changyao take this matter to court.
He had no choice but to raise his hand and gesture to Liu Qiuju, telling her to go and get the money for Zhang Changyao.
Yang Wuni took the money from Liu Qiuju and put it in her pants pocket.
Zhang Changyao picked up the matchbox from the tobacco basket on Wang Ga's kang (heated brick bed).
He pulled out a matchstick, drew the name, lit the mark, and burned it completely.
"Zhang Changyao, I really didn't tell anyone how to make popcorn."
Your wife just left my chicken on the kang (heated brick bed), and you just left like that? That's so inconsiderate!
Zhang Changyao and his group, carrying buckets of popcorn, had already walked into the yard when Wang Ga finally realized what was happening.
He jumped to the ground, pushed open the outer door, and shouted defiantly.
"Brother Ga Zi, I don't care who said it, anyway, nobody buys my popcorn anymore."
"If you're not afraid of being poisoned to death, come to my house, and I'll have Yang Wuni stew chicken for you."
Zhang Changyao didn't turn around, but grabbed Yang Wuni's hand and raised it up, teasing Wang Ga behind them.
Er Shunzi, afraid that Wang Ga would ask him what was written on the agreement, slipped through the crack and jumped over the wall to go home.
"Sigh! I've really blocked my own path to wealth this time. I shouldn't have gotten involved with him."
Zhang Changyao returned home and collapsed onto the kang (a heated brick bed), muttering angrily.
"Brother Changyao, no one's life is always smooth sailing."
You need to learn from your mistakes. If your shoes get dirty, just wash them. Next time, be more careful; that means you didn't learn anything in vain.
Hou Jiu put his newfound knowledge to use, employing the life lessons Liao Zhigang had taught him to persuade Zhang Changyao.
"Wow! Hou Jiu, I really didn't see that coming. You're quick to learn."
Zhang Changyao, comforted by Hou Jiu, immediately sat up straight and looked at Hou Jiu with a smile.
"Zhang Changyao, you have no idea how good Hou Jiu's memory is."
This child can recite everything I've said or the books I've taught him, word for word.
Look how neat and tidy he is; he's even better looking than you.
Whenever Miao Yu comes and sees Hou Jiu, I guarantee her eyes will light up with delight.
Liao Zhi also liked Hou Jiu, so he patted him on the shoulder and pointed to the book, telling him to keep reading.
"Liao Zhi, what I'm most worried about right now is that we won't be able to sell popcorn anymore."
We don't get any from the flour mill either. If we want to make a living from now on, relying solely on farming won't be enough!
Zhang Changyao sat with his legs propped up, and rested his head against the wall of the kang (a heated brick bed), nodding his head repeatedly.
"Zhang Changyao, do you dare to slaughter a pig? If you do, you can be a teacher during the day and I'll sell pork."
"I think it's better than popcorn," Yang Wuni, who was sweeping the floor with a broom, suddenly said.
"Wu Ni, you're so impulsive. Do you think Chang Yao is like your reckless fourth brother-in-law who's always ready to fight and bail you out?"
Slaughtering a pig is not something a quiet person can do; let's not be impulsive and reckless.
Yang Deshan was sitting on the bench in a daze when Yang Wuni's words startled him back to his senses.
"Uncle, slaughtering pigs can make a lot of money, and your family can eat meat every day. Isn't that great?"
Especially now, with the Lunar New Year approaching, who doesn't buy a few pounds of meat?
Yang Wuni glanced at Zhang Changyao and continued sweeping the floor.
"Brother Changyao, if you're slaughtering a pig, I'll help you pull out its legs, and you don't need to worry about food."
"Just give me the pig bristles when the time comes." Hou Jiu chimed in, adding his own opinion.
"Zhang Changyao, Wu Ni is right. We can give it a try. It's winter now, so the pork can freeze without being damaged."
After thinking for a while, Liao Zhi agreed with Yang Wuni's statement.
"That works too. We won't know until we try. If it works, we can eat meat every day at home."
A live pig weighing 200 jin (100 kg) with its hair on only costs a little over 100 yuan.
Based on a price of 1.8 yuan per pound for lean meat and 2 yuan per pound for fatty meat, it's a sure-fire way to make a profit.
If big bones, offal, and blood don't work, we'll make buckwheat sausages; if that doesn't work either, we'll send them to restaurants—even selling them cheaply, they'll still fetch more than a few cents per kilogram.
Zhang Changyao was persuaded and, after some calculation, readily agreed.
"Changyao, you kids are still young, don't act rashly and decide to kill a pig."
Slaughtering a pig is not like popping popcorn; it involves stabbing it with a knife.
I'm not going to break your heads, but you probably wouldn't even step on an ant, would you?
Yang Deshan squinted and thought for a moment, then decided to try to persuade Zhang Changyao.
"Uncle, ants are different from pigs. Ants have their own lives and don't bother us humans."
Pigs are raised and cared for by people, just to be slaughtered for meat. If I don't kill them, someone else will.
If everyone thought like us, they wouldn't dare kill it or eat its flesh.
If someone keeps it as a pet, that species will go extinct.
Zhang Changyao was dreaming that by slaughtering pigs, his family could eat meat every day.
Having enjoyed a good life, they no longer listen to Yang Deshan's words.
"Uncle, you have to do everything the first time. Once you get past the first time, you won't be afraid of anything."
My fourth sister told me that her husband was so scared the first time he slaughtered a pig that his hands and feet trembled, but he was fine the second time.
Yang Wuni pushed Yang Deshan, asking him to go to the outer room to cook with her.
"Liao Zhi, to be honest, I'm really scared."
Let alone doing it myself, even if someone else were slaughtering a pig and I had to pull its legs, I'd be so scared my limbs wouldn't obey me.
Later, I simply started helping people with the fire, so I wouldn't see the horrific sight of the pigs dying, and I could eat the meat without feeling guilty.
Zhang Changyao brought in the basket to clean up Liao Zhi's excrement.
Hou Jiu, that shrewd guy, snatched the small shovel from Zhang Changyao's hand.
They didn't mind the smell, and soon cleaned it up and carried it out to dump it in the latrine.
"Wu Ni, what delicious food are you making? Come on, stew these few pounds of pork ribs. I want to have a drink with Zhang Changyao tonight."