Chapter 42: Learning from He Yuzhu to Break Down Pork

Erhai’s luck was meeting Laobiao, who knew how to rally people and somehow took Erhai in.

He was called Erhai because he was the second son at home, surnamed Yang, so they called him Erhai.

It was said he had an older brother named Dahai, who died on the road along with their father.

All the food that came in went to the youngest child and the old mother, but no one knew where they’d gone.

This kid was malnourished; at sixteen or seventeen, he was only about one and a half meters tall.

Don’t let his small size fool you—he had fire in his eyes, was sharp, and knew how to talk.

Right then, one scooped, the other hauled, and soon a pile of dirt had gathered by the door.

Li Xuewu waved them over: “That’s enough. Bring hot water and mix the mud.”

Shen Guodong had just brought out the aluminum kettle when Laobiao and Wen San carried in a large pot.

Hey! Brand-new big iron pot.

At the door, Laobiao set the iron pot on the ground and dashed to the cart, lifted the felt cloth to check, felt it, then came back.

“Wu Ge, you’re amazing! Just learned we were short on meat and you got us this huge chunk.”

Li Xuewu handed the shovel to Laobiao: “No more talk—mix the mud, hurry up, build the stove. Pluck the hair and process it tonight.”