Dressed as a family of cannon fodder, the villain brother is busy opening up wasteland

The vegetable market is not far away, and it didn't take long to arrive.

There were no vegetables in winter, and there were even fewer people selling vegetables at the market. Wen Yao looked around but didn't see anything she wanted to buy, so she pulled Wen Jun straight to the meat stall.

Wen Yao has a vicious eye and can tell whose meat is fresh and whose meat is stale just by looking at them.

In this kind of weather, it's okay to leave the meat outside to dry or hang it in a well for a few days. People who don't understand can't tell anything with their naked eyes.

After walking around for a while, Wen Yao chose a stall with relatively few people. To be precise, no one had visited this stall yet.

The man running the stall is a man in his 30s. I wonder if all butchers are tall and strong. This man is much taller and stronger than Li San. He also has a standard Chinese character face. He looks... A feeling of righteousness.

Wen Yao and Wen Jun walked over. She was short, so she stretched her head and sniffed the meat on the chopping board.

Sure enough, her eyes were as good as ever, and the meat here was the freshest.

The man was not annoyed when he saw Wen Yao's little actions. Compared with the previous cases where Wen Yao's head started to hit people before they even got close, this one's attitude was much better.

"Little girl, don't worry, the meat I serve here is all made on the same day, absolutely fresh." The man's voice was also hoarse, but very kind.

Wen Yao straightened up and asked with a smile: "Uncle, how much does your meat cost per pound?"

"Twelve cents per pound, you can choose whatever you want. Every piece is fresh." Butcher Zheng said, turning over the meat and showing it to Wen Yao.

Wen Yao glanced around. The meat was good, but not suitable for braised food. Finally, he saw a bunch of pig waste placed by Butcher Zheng in the bucket next to the stall, but after searching around, he couldn't find the pig head.

"Uncle, do you have a pig head here?" Wen Yao asked.

Butcher Zheng was stunned. Apart from big restaurants, few people would buy pig heads.

"Yes, yes, but I didn't bring it out at home. Little girl, do you want a pig's head? That thing is not as delicious as these pork belly."

Wen Yao was still worried that the pig's head had been sold, and asked: "Uncle, is it fresh?"

Butcher Zheng smiled: "Of course, I kill all my pigs on the same day, give half to the restaurant, and sell the remaining half myself. If I encounter some that can't be sold, I take them back and sell them to the neighbors at a cheaper price. I Lao Zheng's family has been selling pork on this street for decades, and they are very good at it."

Wen Yao was overjoyed: "Uncle, I want a pig's head. Also, are you going to sell these pigs?" Wen Yao pointed to the wooden barrel next to the stall.

Butcher Zheng's eyes were opened today. Most people would only buy good meat when buying meat, but this girl did the opposite and bought meat that no one else liked.

He didn't want to hide it, but said: "Little girl, most people won't buy this pig in the water, because it doesn't taste good."

He was telling the truth. The smell of pig waste is too strong, no matter how you wash it, it still smells. Therefore, unless your family really doesn’t have the conditions, no one will consider buying this. His daily pig waste is half-sold. It can only be sold if it is given away, and few people will want it.

"That's because they can't do it. Uncle, I want these two. You can give me a cheaper price." Wen Yao started to bargain.

Butcher Zheng looked at Wenjun. After all, Wenyao was just a little girl in his eyes. He had to ask an adult about this matter.

Wen Jun just smiled: "Uncle, just sell it as my sister said."

Butcher Zheng just smiled, okay, since the adults said it was no problem, then it would be unreasonable for him not to do business.

"Let's do this. I'll give you ten cents per catty for the pig's head, and fifteen cents for the bucket of pig sesame. Do you want it now?" Butcher Zheng asked.

Wen Yao's eyes lit up. Such a big bucket, weighing at least ten kilograms, only cost fifteen cents. This was a real bargain.

"Uncle, are you really selling this to me for fifteen cents?" Wen Yao said, pointing to the barrel.

Butcher Zheng laughed loudly: "I said fifteen, so fifteen. Don't worry, I can't lie to you."

"Uncle, from now on, I'll take all the pigs in the water every day." Wen Yao was overjoyed. He felt sorry for himself if he didn't take advantage of such a huge advantage.

Butcher Zheng was startled: "Girl, why do you want so many pigs in the water?"

Of course it's braised large intestine. Thinking of the fragrant braised large intestine, Wen Yao swallowed her saliva and said with a smile: "Of course it's delicious."

Seeing her excited look, Butcher Zheng smiled helplessly and shook his head. It was not like no one had tried to make pig meat before, but it was a pity that no matter how he made it in the end, it had a smell. Gradually, unless the family really couldn't open the pot, it wouldn't be the same. If the conditions are passable, no one would want to eat this.

He didn't agree to Wen Yao, nor did he refuse her, he just said: "Let's do it, you buy it back today. If your adults don't tell you and want it tomorrow, then you can come back and buy it tomorrow. Uncle will give it to you at this price. You Do you think it will work?"

Wen Yao could feel the kindness of Butcher Zheng, and she didn't force it. At worst, she would prepare the stewed intestines tomorrow, just to do business with this uncle, so she could give it to him to try.

"Okay then, uncle, let me call you today first." Wen Yao said.

Butcher Zheng then called a nearby vendor and asked him to run to his house and ask his family to deliver the pig head.

While waiting, Wen Yao and Wen Jun walked around the market again and bought two chickens. When they saw someone selling dried tofu, they bought a few more kilograms of dried tofu.

When they came back after shopping, Butcher Zheng’s family also brought the pig’s head, which was tied with a thick straw rope and hung on the stall. The huge pig’s head looked very scary.

Wen Yao was very satisfied and immediately asked Butcher Zheng to weigh the money.

When he saw that Wen Yao had actually bought the pig head and even the pig offal from Butcher Zheng, the owner of the stall Wen Yao had been to before was really regretful.

Who would have thought that this poorly dressed little girl would actually buy it.

Before leaving, Wen Yao said to Butcher Zheng: "Uncle Zheng, remember to keep it for me tomorrow. My brother and my father are setting up a stall at the pier to sell fried rice. You can just close the stall and take it to the pier. It's easy to find. Just ask. Someone will show you the way at Wenjia Fried Rice."

Only then did Butcher Zheng realize that it turned out that his family was running a stall. He also asked how he could finish all the food after buying so much.

But looking at Wen Yao's serious look, Butcher Zheng didn't care whether she could use the pig's waste or whether she wanted it tomorrow, but he still agreed. The worst he could do was to send it over to her family if her parents didn't want it, so he could just bring it back.

"Okay, I've written it down. How do you go back? Is it easy to get it?" Butcher Zheng looked at the thin and frail brother and sister and asked.

As a result, Wen Yao put the contents of Wen Jun's backpack into her own basket, put the pig's guts under the basket, put a pig's head on top, and the basket was filled.

Seeing that the brother and sister could take it, Butcher Zheng stopped saying anything and waved goodbye to the two of them. Wen Yao and Wen Jun returned to the dock with baskets full of things on their backs.