Chapter 196: Pig Castrator Master Zhang

Because of this shocking castration, Song Tan was much simpler and rougher when picking vegetable seedlings, adding loofah and cowpeas as well.

In the boss's eyes, she was very straightforward and a good customer, so he suggested earnestly: "I see your vegetable garden is not small. It's fine in spring and summer, but when autumn and winter come, will you build a greenhouse? If you build a greenhouse, come to me; our family is very professional at this."

Greenhouse...

Song Tan hadn't decided yet.

It's quite tiring all year round, and she planned to let her family rest in winter. However, the resistance to resting probably came from her grandparents and parents.

After all, if they can make money, they will never want to miss it.

After being home for a while, she had already seen through her family's mindset of grabbing money, so she didn't say anything for sure.

She just asked in advance: "What sells well in a greenhouse in winter?"

"Need you ask?" The vegetable boss was beaming:

"Fruit, then you plant strawberries! The strawberry base next to our city, during the New Year, a jin of strawberries costs thirty or fifty yuan; you tell me if it makes money!"

"As for other vegetables, as long as they are green leaves, except for cabbage, everything else can do in winter."

Of course, as a businessman, you have to brag about the good things; for example, he didn't talk about what to do if the strawberries couldn't be sold or the road was blocked.

However, for Song Tan, the ingredients for the family's meals for ten or twenty people, whatever can't be sold, just tidy it up and make dried vegetables or paste.

At worst, it doesn't make money; anyway, it won't lose money.

She noted this down and decided to consider it after the autumn and winter work was done.

The urgent matter now was to bring Master Zhang, the pig castrator.

Master Zhang was fifty-seven this year. At this age in the city, he had just retired and was in high spirits, but in the village, he could already be called an old man.

He originally rode a bike to pick up jobs in various villages, but later every household stopped raising pigs, and he was also older, so he moved to town with his son.

Hearing that someone was looking for him again, the old man was quite happy:

"Aren't you not allowed to raise pigs at home? Your family is still raising them? Is it sneaky?"

Song Tan laughed: "No, it's reported. It's not raised on the side of the road, it's in the back mountain, it doesn't affect anything."

Family farms can apply to raise pigs.

Master Zhang had a small satchel tied around his waist, really not big, just the size of a palm.

Song Tan took two looks, and Master Zhang saw it, and patted the bag proudly: "The tools for eating are all inside, they've been with me for more than forty years."

"It's just that there have been basically no jobs in the past few years, and I feel like my hands are rusty—what's the situation with your family's pig?"

What could Song Tan say? Our family's dog stole a cub back?

She just used a bit of literary technique: "Our family's five pigs were all castrated before, but a while ago a small wild boar ran down from the mountain, and we raised it together, so we said we'd castrate it to avoid fighting."

That's true; wild boars rampage in the pigpen, while domestic pigs have good tempers and gentle personalities. If it affects their appetite and they don't grow meat, it's not appropriate.

But Master Zhang was a bit regretful: "Your family is really lucky, wild boar cub, you can't even catch one if you go to the mountain, why not keep it as a breeding boar?"

Song Tan was helpless.

Why? Because Until Wu Lan didn't want to buy another sow.

According to her experience: "It's been several years since we raised pigs, and it's quite risky to raise so many pigs this year. If something goes wrong at home and it gives birth to piglets, wouldn't we lose money for nothing?"

"The first year, be conservative."

Moreover, Wang Lifen and Until Wu Lan both felt that wild boar meat wasn't delicious.

They were in power, so Song Tan decided to give this wild boar a cut.

Castrate it when it's small, and raise it for another year; the fishy smell at the end of the year should be less heavy, and it might be more delicious!

Ah, Fairy Tan has suffered from meat for a long time!

Master Zhang nodded: "That's true, wild boars have good physiques, castrate it and its temper will be good, otherwise it won't be easy to do when it gets big."

He was also quite happy: "I haven't castrated a wild boar in my decades."

He thought for a moment and took out his phone: "Can I post on Tremolo later?"

Song Tan:...

Well, he's much more fashionable than her.

But she also reminded: "Be careful, it might not pass the review because of the bloodiness."

"That's fine," Master Zhang was quite free and easy: "I can also post on Moments."

"By the way," Song Tan hadn't asked yet: "How much does it cost to castrate a pig here?"

Master Zhang thought for a moment: "It should have been twenty, but this is a wild boar, and I'm quite curious, plus your family picks me up and drops me off... give me ten yuan."

Song Tan:...

If she weren't a cultivator, her hands holding the steering wheel would be trembling.

Is it her wild boar and the pick-up/drop-off that aren't worth money, or is the pig's important item not worth money?

Master Zhang didn't notice her shock; this price was the market rate in the village. After all, in the ten miles and eight villages, there were only two or three people who knew how to castrate pigs. In the past, every household raised pigs, and he could earn three or five thousand for a trip.

Of course, this price hadn't changed for at least a dozen years—because there were no people in the village, and now no one raised pigs!

He was now a retired old craftsman, money or not, as long as there was some.

However, now that he had a career, Master Zhang was also looking forward to it: "In the future, when your family has piglets, call me when they are born, and I'll come to your door to castrate them!"

That's a must!

Song Tan originally didn't plan to raise an old sow to give birth to cubs, but now that the family had mentioned it, it would be arranged sooner or later next year.

But at that time, the back mountain pigpen would have to be reorganized.

Hmm... I wonder if Zhao Fangyuan's house design can include a chicken coop and pigpen?

Master Zhang was also satisfied.

But soon, he remembered something else: "Who do you plan to ask to kill the pig?"

Song Tan:...

It's not that urgent; it has to wait until autumn and winter, otherwise if the pig doesn't grow up, eating meat is eating Until Wu Lan's money, and she absolutely can't do that!

"Master Zhang, do you know how to kill pigs too?"

Master Zhang sighed sadly: "Sigh, how could I not? I used to be with my brother—he was a professional pig killer."

"He was strong, so he held the pig down. As for me, my hands were steady, so I was responsible for that knife. Actually, I know he saw that my child was in the hospital at that time and the money was spent, so he deliberately took me to mix some meat for the family."

"It's not working now; two years ago, he had high blood pressure, and he didn't pay attention, so he left."

While talking, he was chattering: "When people get old, they have to control themselves, a small bowl of rice, no matter how delicious, you can't eat too much."

"My brother was like that, killing pigs, every household has pig-killing dishes, and he could send off the offal when he left. When he was young, he lived a good life, every meal was meat, and he grew up to be burly."

"When he got old, he didn't lose weight, and look, when his blood pressure went up..."

Saying this, he wiped his eyes again: "I'm open-minded now, I never eat too much, not even a bite." ===== CHAPTER 197 =====