The output of each family is more than 200 kilograms, and the one with a large yard is nearly 400 kilograms. Now it is not 10 cents per kilogram, but one yuan per kilogram, which is more than 200 yuan!
It is more than many people have in their lifetime savings, and with 400 yuan, they can build a house. This was all given to them by Hua Zhao.
Many people held Hua Zhao's hand and cried.
The elderly and children at home can have good food, the son can get a wife, and the daughter no longer needs to be kept, she can get married.
The old house that is about to collapse can be renovated, and next year we can raise two pigs, one to handle tasks and the other to feed itself.
All the worries disappeared at once.
There is a light of hope on everyone's face.
Hua Zhao was also happy and decided to make everyone happier.
"I plan to save one of the pigs at home for the mission and kill the others. Everyone will come to my house to help soon!" Hua Zhao said loudly.
You can kill the pigs when the snow falls and freezes. Since you can't take them away, just kill them all.
Invite everyone to have a meal of meat and be happy.
When everyone heard this, they were really happy.
After a while, Zhang Guilan's yard was filled with people. Looking at the four big fat pigs in the pig pen, their mouths were watering.
They all guessed that Hua Zhao couldn't take it with him, and even if he took it, he couldn't take it all away, so they all had money in their pockets and planned to buy meat.
In previous years, people in the village would kill pigs in the same way. They would treat relatives and friends to a meal of slaughtered pigs, keep some of the rest, give some to relatives, and sell some.
This year they plan to spend more money to buy meat. Huazhao's pig is worth 1 yuan per catty!
Some people went to talk to Hua Zhao about this before the pigs were slaughtered.
This is their goodwill. Buying meat with meat coupons on the white market only costs about 2 cents per pound. On the black market, it is more expensive, 50 or 60 cents. One yuan is considered a sky-high price.
Hua Zhao firmly disagreed and finally priced it at 50 cents.
Sun Hongbing looked at the four big fat pigs eagerly, but could only walk away drooling.
He had called his employer to send a truck to pick up melon seeds, and now the truck has arrived.
"Go and get busy with your important business. I'll bring you 2 pounds of meat back!" Wang Meng said with a smile. He didn't plan to go back. He had to eat the butchered vegetables before leaving.
"Looking at you, why don't you bring me 2 pounds? I want 20 pounds!" Sun Hongbing shouted.
"It's only a few kilograms in total. Don't try to steal it from them." Wang Meng pointed to him to look at the villagers.
Everyone's eyes seemed to glow green.
It is too difficult for farmers to eat meat. City people have meat stamps every month. No matter how much they are, they can eat meat every month.
They can only eat meat almost twice a year, once during the Dragon Boat Festival and once during the Mid-Autumn Festival. On these two occasions, pigs are killed in the village and the meat is divided among the whole village.
Other times, I have to raise pigs at home, and I have to raise two pigs in order to have some meat in my mouth.
Their villages are poor and few can afford to raise pigs.
Sun Hongbing looked at the crowd and realized that it was really difficult to compete with them: "2 catties, just 2 catties."
