My 1978 Hotel

Chapter 105: Selling Piglets and Preparing for the New Year

"I can't afford it."

Li Feng looked at the four little piglets, who were enjoying their meal. He didn't know why, but he felt like they were always looking at him with mockery. "These roast suckling pigs are actually showing off."

"Why don't you sell it?"

As participants in Li Feng's roast suckling pig plan, Gao Ju and Gao Cheng made a very uncomfortable decision that went against their ancestors: to sell the pigs because they couldn't eat them. How can you call yourself a pig farming expert when you can't even raise pigs properly?

"Alas, there's nothing we can do. The girls have been working so hard."

"Sell."

It had to be sold. I didn't want to see these piggies anymore. Li Feng slapped his thigh in anger. "Da Ya, Er Ya, you've been working very hard these days. Let's hold a seminar and work out the price."

As for the two piglets sent by the commune pig farm, they are not easy to sell. No one asked for money, but you said you wanted to sell them. This is a bit unreasonable.

"The cost is twenty-five dollars, plus it takes so many days, how can I say a few dollars more?"

Gao Cheng actually wanted to try whether the roast suckling pig tasted better these days, but there was no way. The boss couldn't give up his image as a pig farming expert yet. For the sake of his image, he couldn't eat piglets casually. But Hanjiaba didn't have a car or even a bicycle to go out.

Apart from the occasional three-wheeled motorcycle of Public Security Wu, there were no other motor vehicles. This was a police officer trying to scam people, and Li Feng definitely wouldn't do anything about it.

It was difficult to create a traffic accident that would kill the piglets. He had thought of drowning them, but the stream in front of his house was completely dry. If he tried the river, he was afraid they would drown and he wouldn't be able to find the pigs. Drowning didn't work, so Li Feng came up with another plan.

The piglets were released to harm other people's vegetable gardens. I thought that someone would impulsively use a hoe or a stick to beat it to death, which would be fine. But in the end, no one took action. Instead, they happily caught the piglets and came to Li Feng's house to demand compensation.

Good boy, now the piglets have become the most welcome guests in the vegetable gardens of Hanjiaba. Nima just eats a few bites and asks for fifty cents or one yuan. Li Feng was speechless. Why don't you go to heaven? There is no other way but to cancel the plan of seeking death.

He turned around and wanted to coax Da Ya and Er Ya. They were just kids, digging, cutting and looking for pig grass every day, which was so tiring. If they didn't throw a tantrum or act like a spoiled brat at such a young age, he would feel sorry for them and come up with a plan to show the filial piety of a father and kill the pig to vent his anger.

But Daya and Erya loved the piglet so much that they almost treated it like their real father, so Li Feng's plan was stranded again. Well, he started to set his sights on Xia Fengzhu. They had guests and the bacon was all gone, so he had no choice but to show his hospitality by killing the piglet.

Who knew that just when he was about to implement his plan, Daya and Erya heard it somehow and reported it to Uncle Fuguo. This guy was bound to criticize him, which made Li Feng speechless. After hearing this, Xia Fengzhu dared not stay any longer, so he packed his luggage and ran away.

Being too hospitable, the guests were scared away. Li Feng had no choice but to give up his plan of slaughtering pigs. In addition, Han Fuguo and others criticized and warned him that killing the piglets was impossible, and raising pigs was even more impossible. He would raise pigs for the rest of his life.

After discussing this for two days and one night, the brothers Gao Ju and Gao Cheng finally decided to reluctantly sell the piglets at a high price. Li Feng went to the roll early in the morning to report on the work and to publicize his piglet sale plan.

As for the reason, it was because they were going to put up the beams at home, had to entertain guests, buy vegetables and meat, and they were short of money, so they reluctantly sold the piglets at a high price, not 998 yuan, not 198 yuan, but only 18.8 yuan each.

Of course, Li Feng promised three guarantees: door-to-door delivery, replacement within one month, and free medical treatment within two months (the free medical treatment does not include medicine). At first, everyone thought it was quite expensive, but the three guarantees really attracted some people.

After all, the piglet is different from when he was first bought. Li Feng feeds it like a cramming machine every day, and it has grown at least two kilograms. Now it weighs thirteen or fourteen kilograms. According to the commune price of one yuan and twenty yuan, it is almost enough. The most important thing is that Li Feng, a pig farming expert, provides three guarantees of service.

Everyone was quite excited, just waiting for the piglets to grow to 15 or 16 pounds in a few days so they could buy them home. "They're really calculating," Li Feng was speechless. Aren't farmers supposed to be simple and honest?

Isn't Chunpu an idiot? Why are they all as smart as foxes? Damn it, I settled in the wrong place. I should have gotten a city household registration earlier.

"How about lowering the price and trying?"

Gao had never imagined that these villagers from this small mountain village had such impure minds, and didn't know how to endure hardships for the sake of socialism. "Alas, they don't look like the successors of socialism at all."

"Go down to sixteen dollars and sixty-six cents."

Sure enough, as soon as the price dropped, three or four companies came to the door. The problem was that two or three of them agreed to buy on credit with Li Feng and pay him back after the piglets grew up and were sold. Li Feng looked at these honest men and really wanted to spray a mouthful of toilet water in his face.

Do you think I'm stupid? These days, if you want to raise a cat weighing 180 kilograms, it will take at least half a year. If you don't feed it well, it may only grow 180 kilograms in the whole year. It will take a year for this guy to get paid.

"roll."

Li Feng only has one thing to say to these jerks: Get lost. Fortunately, there are still some decent people here.

"Uncle Tomita, why are you still buying piglets?"

"What? If I don't buy it, will piglets fall from the sky into my pigpen?" Han Futian rolled his eyes at Li Feng. This guy is good at raising pigs. The piglets are white and fat. This guy looks just like Li Feng. You are like me.

The pig looked like a pig, as if it was carved out of Li Feng's mold. Han Futian was a little hesitant. He thought, if he bought a pig like Li Feng, he would have to raise it well. He looked like a lazy pig. "Forget it, forget it. When raising pigs, we hope they are lazy and gluttonous so that we can get more meat and sell it for more money."

Han Futian thought about it, and Uncle Suanpan's eyes lit up. Not bad, not bad, Li Feng brand piglets are good, worth buying. "I want both. Okay, Uncle Futian, I'll make up the difference for you, and you can give me thirty-five."

"Okay... fuck you."

Han Futian agreed subconsciously, but then he thought, "Damn it, something's wrong. Sixteen yuan and sixty-six cents, if you round it off to six cents, that's still sixteen yuan and sixty-five cents. The total is less than thirty-four, how did you round it off to thirty-five?"

Li Feng thought to himself, this little old man looks like he has a pretty sharp mind. "Wrong smear, wrong smear, Uncle Futian, I haven't figured it out yet, I thought it was 18.88 yuan."

"Don't try to be tricky with me."

I don't know. My nickname is Suanpanzi, and everyone calls me Uncle Suanpan affectionately. But you, on the other hand, are playing tricks on me, which is a bit naive.

"No, really."

Li Feng thought, "Just kidding! Seriously, you have no sense of humor at all!" Of course, if they paid more, Li Feng wouldn't return it. The deal was done, so where was the point of being righteous? This was Li Feng's principle: once the goods were sold, they wouldn't be returned.

Which decent businessman would return goods? Li Feng quite agrees with Brother Yang's action on this point. This is what a decent businessman should do. Who would take back the leeks that have been cut? Only a fool would do that.

"Thirty-three yuan, forget the change, buy some candy for Da Ya and Er Ya."

Li Feng said with a smile. "The two kids have been busy these past few days, looking for and cutting grass for the pigs. They've worked so hard."

Han Futian hesitated for a while and finally gave two cents to each of them. Daya and Erya took the money and handed it to Li Feng. After Li Feng rounded off the decimals, Han Futian still lost eight cents, which made Suanpanzi look at Li Feng coldly.

Hehe, Li Feng was not happy about the extra money, but he was mainly happy to see Uncle Tomita suffer losses.

"Uncle Tomita, how about I take you home?"

"What a waste of money, what's the point of giving it as a gift?"

Han Futian felt so uncomfortable. This kid had plotted against him. His calculations were shattered to pieces. He felt so uncomfortable that he was afraid he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. "Okay, okay, give me a fart."

"No, Uncle Tomita, these two little piglets are farting so hard they might as well be shitting."

"Well, that won't do. This little piglet is mine now, and the pig shit is mine, no, even the pig fart is mine, so if there's going to be something smelly, it's going to be mine." Wow, Li Feng gave a thumbs up, Uncle Abacus is really awesome.

Han Futian was seen holding a pig's butt in one hand and running quickly towards home, not wanting to give the piglet a chance to poop on the road. "Hey, thirty-three yuan, that's enough for the roof beams."

Candy brought some herself, as well as a towel. The next step was to entertain the guests. There was a little bacon left, only enough to fry two small dishes. That wasn't going to work, but luckily there were still a few pounds of meat coupons. She would go back and ask Zhu Xueqin at the commune pig farm to buy some more.

I collected about ten or eight kilograms of meat coupons, bought a few kilograms of pork, and some eggs. I still had two kilograms of non-staple food coupons, which I used all to buy vermicelli. When the time comes, I'll stew a Northeastern dish, which will definitely be delicious. I still have some other oil, flour, and rice.

It's enough to entertain two large tables of food. As for treating the entire production team to a big meal, that's a joke. Selling Li Feng is not enough now. The most people invited to the beam-raising ceremony are the six of my sister-in-law, the team cadres, and Huang Xiaoli's family. After all, Yang Ming said that they should come early tomorrow morning and show him at least two movies.

Since the family is generous, we must invite the couple to have a meal. We must also invite Han Anjun and Wu Xiaofeng, the future couple, and Zhu Xueqin from the commune pig farm and technician Wang Yanjun.

As for Secretary Gao and Secretary Wu of the commune, I'm afraid they may not come even if Li Feng invites them. In addition, there are two five-guarantee households in the brigade, and one family of a martyr who fought in the War to Resist Japanese Aggression and Aid Korea, so we have to invite one of them, so there will probably be two tables in total.

There must be eight dishes on the table, including fried bacon, stewed pork with vermicelli, leeks and eggs, a small pot of fish, fried dried tofu, stir-fried green vegetables with lard, and a pork meatball soup. That's basically it.

I'll make another cold dish, cut up some of the braised beef I brought with me, and stir-fry some vegetables to go with it. Of course, it would be even more perfect if I could have a roast suckling pig as the main course, but unfortunately, Li Feng muttered to himself as he thought of something else.

As an expert, it's reasonable for me to do some dissection occasionally. I don't know if the piglets were suffocated to death, or crushed or kicked to death by the sow. Forget it, let's do it this way for now. I'll find a way later when I run out of meat tickets.

"Go get someone first," Li Feng thought about it, picked up the remittance slip, and headed towards the commune. He wanted to get the money first, so that he would have confidence. As for the housework, Zhang Wenjuan was given the task of steaming a basket of small steamed buns first. Since it was the beam, it was definitely necessary to sprinkle some flower buns on it.

(End of this chapter)