Siheyuan: I have traveled through time and space and still can’t eat enough?

"Old lady, we have guests at home, hurry up and stew the chicken."

"I know." As soon as the voice fell, a woman in her fifties came out from the inner room.

Seeing the woman coming out, Zhang Jianshe quickly greeted her: "Auntie."

Yan Jiekuang also shouted, "Hello, Auntie!"

Wang Suxiang responded, "Jianshe is here, you guys sit down." Then she went out.

Only then did Yan Jiekuang start talking about business: "Uncle Zhang, do we have a lot of prey here?"

There is a mountain behind Zhangjiazhuang. Sometimes some animals would run down from the mountain and destroy the crops. The wild boar they caught had accidentally come down from the mountain because there was no food in the winter.

"There are quite a few animals, but we generally don't go hunting in the mountains. First, it's too dangerous. Second, even if we kill prey, most of it is taken away by the people in the commune. Only a small amount is left for us to eat."

After saying this, Zhang Yuanshan glanced at Yan Jiekuang before continuing, "Last year's harvest was not good. This time we killed the wild boar and only thought about selling it. We have to subsidize the villagers, otherwise the village will not be able to hold on until this year's harvest."

Yan Jiekuang knew that this was because he was worried about him, so he said, "Uncle Zhang, don't worry, I have all the channels for the factory, and if it weren't for Brother Zhang, I would have been beaten to death yesterday."

"Oh, Jianshe, what's going on?" Zhang Yuanshan asked puzzledly.

Seeing that his uncle asked, Zhang Jianshe told him about how he accidentally saved Yan Jiekuang when he was looking for a way to sell the pig.

After knowing this, Zhang Yuanshan's attitude towards Yan Jiekuang obviously improved a little. After all, in this era, people attached great importance to personal relationships, and Yan Jiekuang was almost one of his own.

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, they began to discuss the price of pork.

"I heard from Brother Zhang that this pig weighs about 200 kilograms. I'll pay 300 yuan to buy the whole pig so we don't have to kill it. Do you think it's okay?" Yan Jiekuang said and looked at the village chief.

This price is much higher than the market price, but nowadays, even if you have money and tickets, you can’t buy meat. The price sold on the black market is even higher than Yan Jiekuang’s, but it is very dangerous.

Zhang Yuanshan knew that the price he mentioned was too high. After hesitating for a while, he said, "Xiao Yan, uncle knows you want to take care of us. This pig can only produce 120 to 130 kilograms of pure meat. You can give me 260 yuan. I can't let you run errands for nothing!"

Yan Jiekuang also understood that Zhang Yuanshan thought that he had added his share to the list and didn't want him to suffer any loss.

"Uncle, just listen to me this time and pay the price I said. If you have any game in the future, just come to me and I will sell it to you. I will take my share of the transaction later."

"If you want any fungus, mushrooms or other mountain products, or chicken and duck eggs, I have a way to get them. I can eat whatever you want."

Yan Jiekuang smiled slightly after he finished speaking. He was not afraid of having too many things. As long as he had a thousand cubic meters of space, he was not afraid of them rotting. This was the reason he dared to brag.

Zhang Yuanshan was also very happy after hearing this, and directly asked Zhang Jianshe to notify the villagers to sort out the mountain products and see if there were any that could be sold.

But he was stopped by Yan Jiekuang: "Uncle, not now. Please wait for me for half a year. After I graduate, I plan to work in the purchasing department of the factory. Only then can our transaction be formal."

"Although I can eat the food in the village, it's easy to cause problems. If it weren't for Brother Jianshe saving me, this pig couldn't wait, and I wouldn't come to poop now."

"If the transaction volume is too large and someone reports it, no one can cover it up. This time you must say that you sold it to the factory, and I will not meet with the villagers."

After all, Yan Jiekuang looked young and didn't look like a worker at all. He didn't have a certificate from the factory and didn't dare to meet the villagers at all.

"You can ask the villagers to prepare more in the next six months, and I will definitely give you a high price when I come back."

After listening to Yan Jiekuang's words, Zhang Yuanshan also felt that he had been careless. Now speculation and profiteering were serious crimes, and serious offenders would be subject to execution.

Although he was a little disappointed, he got Yan Jiekuang's guarantee and sold the pigs, which met his expectations.

The three of them chatted while lunch was prepared.

The meal was not rich, just a chicken stewed with mushrooms, a plate of peanuts, and two homemade pickles.

But Yan Jiekuang enjoyed the meal very much. He had not eaten chicken since he traveled through time, especially the small native chickens raised in the countryside. They tasted much better than the artificially bred chickens in later generations.

The mushrooms are all picked from the mountains, they are very fragrant and tender.

After the meal, Yan Jiekuang did not stay long. He gave the money to Zhang Yuanshan, pulled the wild boar and walked towards Sijiu City.

When they were in a deserted place, Yan Jiekuang put the wild boar into the space and finally felt relieved. After all, he was pulling meat. If people knew about it, he would probably not be able to reach Sijiu City alive. There were many robbers on the road now.

As he got closer to home, the smile on his face grew wider. Yan Jiekuang turned his attention to the space and began to sort out his assets:

Money: 1330 yuan

Food coupons: 0

Meat Ticket: 0

A silly roe deer

A wild boar

Looking at the two wild animals, Yan Jiekuang's plans for his post-graduation became clearer and clearer.

When he arrived at Nanluoguxiang, he did not go home directly. Instead, he went to the next courtyard first, returned the tricycle to Li Shangjin, and then walked towards Courtyard No. 95.

As soon as I reached the door, I saw Yi Zhonghai and Sha Zhu walking towards me.

"Silly Zhu, I'm released. I hope you won't trouble me more in the future. I can still make more money."

Faced with Yan Jiekuang's provocation, Sha Zhu ignored him, snorted coldly and walked straight into the yard.

This time he was really scared. It was also the first time he realized that he could get caught for fighting.

In the past, Yi Zhonghai always ended every fight, and no one ever called the police. Now he knows that not everyone is Xu Damao, and Yan Jiekuang really doesn't tolerate him!

Watching the two people walking into the yard, Yan Jiekuang knew very well that Sha Zhu was the kind of person who only cared about eating and not about being beaten. After the incident was over, if he was instigated by Yi Zhonghai or Qin Huairu, they would definitely cause trouble for him again.

So he decided to strike first, but the person he wanted to deal with was not Sha Zhu.

Don't be fooled by the fact that he is noisy every day and beats people at every turn, he is also called the God of War in the Siheyuan.

In fact, the easiest person to deal with in the retirement group is Sha Zhu.

He wanted to destroy Sha Zhu's protective umbrella, which was the respected deaf old lady in the courtyard.

Otherwise, it will happen again next time, and Yan Jiekuang will have to compromise just because he is cheated of some money.

But they want to bring down a respected elderly widower, a five-guarantee household, and there are rumors that she is a military martyr's relative.

Yan Jiekuang also felt the situation was very difficult.

But as a person of later generations, he has experienced too many courtyard novels and has always been skeptical about the identity of the deaf old lady.

Moreover, every martyr's family will have a glorious sign nailed to the door, and street leaders will visit them with gifts during festivals.

The deaf old lady did not have any of these. Her explanation was that she did not want to attract too much attention. If anyone disturbed her, it would easily remind her of her dead child.