Manager Luo saw from the other party's words and deeds that Tang Zangyue was not an ordinary old country woman, so he said concisely and comprehensively: "As much as you have, I will give you as much as you want."
The business was eventually sold.
Before Tang Zangyue left, he worked hard to sell it, and pushed the doenjang that Manager Luo had tasted, and said: "This doenjang is indeed a bit salty when eaten alone, but the roasted pork is really good. The first batch is ready."
We plan to talk to the restaurants in town about the doenjang. Of course, we will keep the jar of miso that Manager Luo wants for you, but if you want more, you have to wait for another month to see...
After all, there are not enough people in the family, and if there are more people, it will hurt the body. If you don’t make money, your body will become useless when the time comes.
Look at me, I've said too much, Mr. Luo, you can keep it and eat it, and don't be polite to my old lady."
At first, he thought that the old lady was being rude and just putting it in front of him. Little did he know that the other party changed the subject in the second half of the sentence and successfully dropped the subject. Manager Luo also swallowed his words.
He looked after Tang Zangyue, then looked at the bamboo tube in his hand and walked quickly towards the kitchen. Today at noon, he is going to make the braised pork that the young lady likes. Let's try it first and let's talk about it if it doesn't taste good.
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Tang Zangyue was waiting for Uncle Zhao to return to the village at the entrance of the town, but unexpectedly he met an acquaintance.
Sister Zhang was walking in a hurry, looking around, holding a bag of things in her arms, not knowing what she was doing. After seeing Tang Zangyue, her eyebrows were hurriedly frightened, she just nodded symbolically, said hello, and walked away.
Already.
Don’t seem to want to communicate too much?
Tang Zangyue had no interest in inquiring into personal privacy and continued walking towards the town entrance.
Uncle Zhao came a little later than usual and explained to Tang Zangyue: "The sow at home has given birth, so I came a little late."
Tang Zangyue was not angry, but asked curiously: "How many babies are born in a litter?"
Uncle Zhao couldn't hide his joy, "I gave birth to eight pigs, usually not even five, but this time it was because my granddaughter cut too much pig grass."
"So awesome? Do you plan to keep the piglets yourself or sell them?"
"How can we have so much money at home?"
Uncle Zhao's family situation is superior to other villagers in Jiuli Village. After all, he is the only family who has bought a bullock cart. Raising pigs also depends on family conditions. Pigs usually eat mainly bran, followed by pig grass. Some people even have their own food.
I can't even afford to eat, let alone spend money to buy chaff for the pigs to eat.
Pigs are not raised just as many as you want. Every year, only the breeding pigs are kept as breeding stock, and the rest are bought in the town. After all, buying bran requires money, and the family really does not have the money for turnover, unless the whole family also eats bran.
But this time, once the pig is sold, the family will be relieved a lot.
Tang Zangyue smiled brightly, "Uncle Zhao, how do you plan to sell your little piglets?"
Upon seeing this, Uncle Zhao understood what she meant and was about to communicate in depth when he heard a startling sound that broke the silence.
"Old Madam! Madam Tang! Help! Human life is at stake! Help -"
Tang Zangyue turned around and looked, who else could it be if it wasn't Sister Zhang?
I could see that the other party's hair was messy, his eyebrows looked tired, and his expression contained too much panic, shock, and fear.
How could you become such a virtuous person in less than a stick of incense?
Uncle Zhao was obviously frightened. He quickly reined in the reins, stopped the whip in his hand, and turned to look over.
Sister Zhang also realized that her behavior was too exaggerated and would attract the attention of others. She avoided her eyes, lowered her voice, sweat dripped from her forehead, and turned her temple hair into distinct oily colors.
Sister Zhang's eyes were filled with despair, "Old madam, I have nothing else to do. Go and save people. Human lives are at stake..."
Tang Zangyue asked Uncle Zhao to turn around, and then asked Sister Zhang to get on the ox cart. Seeing that the latter was obviously stunned and motionless, she said: "Why are you still standing there? Come up quickly."
Sister Zhang climbed onto the bullock cart clumsily.
According to the fact that Sister Zhang is usually very agile with her hands and feet, she shouldn't have acted so clumsily. She was simply frightened. Not only was her face pale, but her movements were also a lot clumsy.
The ancient people Tang Zangyue knew wore hakama under their skirts. This hakama was very particular. In short, it was equivalent to the crotchless trousers of later generations. But the era she wears now is crotchless, and her underwear has a crotch. This is a successor.
Tang Zangyue should be thankful for the second time after her feet were bound. Otherwise, she would not be used to the cold down there.
Also, if she had worn hakama, Sister Zhang's posture of climbing onto the bullock cart would have been gone.
Uncle Zhao followed Sister Zhang's instructions and drove the ox cart to the alleys of the town. It didn't take much time. If she followed Sister Zhang in a hurry and walked here, she would probably waste some time.
The surroundings were eerily quiet. Sister Zhang surrounded half of her face tightly, quickly greeted Tang Zangyue, then jumped off the bullock cart and knocked on the door.
Sister Zhang knocked on the door knocker, and after just one knock, a crack opened quickly and covertly inside.
She was an old woman. The moment she saw Sister Zhang, her eyes turned red and she said slightly reproachfully: "Why did you come back just now..."
Hearing what the other party said, Sister Zhang was in a state of confusion, "What's wrong? Did I come back too late? I shouldn't have..."
"Hurry, come in quickly, it's not too late, it's me..." The old woman looked sad and her face was ashen.
Seeing this, Uncle Zhao stopped the oxcart at the door and said to Tang Zangyue: "Mrs. Tang, go ahead, I won't go in."
Tang Zangyue nodded and wanted to give some advice. Uncle Zhao glanced at Sister Zhang and whispered: "Don't worry, I won't say anything that shouldn't be said. If anyone asks, I can fool them."
Tang Zangyue nodded slightly and followed Sister Zhang into the courtyard.
While walking, Sister Zhang whispered to Tang Zangyue about the family relationship and things.
The old woman is the village chief's youngest sister, Zhang Xiaomei.
Zhang Xiaomei married a small vendor in the town and was living a good life. However, in these years, she gave birth to a daughter, and she was the daughter of old age. Who knew that this daughter was careless and fell in love with a good-looking salesman?
Salesman.
Originally, the old woman Zhang Xiaomei planned to wait for her daughter to get old before recruiting a son-in-law. Except for a big mistake, the girl was deceived by this salesman and became pregnant.
When the salesman heard that the woman was pregnant, he packed up his bags and ran away overnight. Zhang Xiaomei and his wife did not dare to say anything, so they had to ask the village chief to come to the town to make a decision.
How serious was unmarried pregnancy in ancient times? It would have to be soaked in a pig cage!
The village chief racked his brains and had no choice but to come up with a bad idea for Zhang Xiaomei, to use medication to have an abortion, and then find an honest countryman to get married, not to mention whether he was married or not. It would be good if he could fool her through the wedding night.
This matter must not be brought to the attention of the government! Otherwise, Zhang Xiaomei’s daughter will not only be ruined.
Zhang Xiaomei is married and travels frequently with her family. Her daughter Yuan Laner plays well with the village chief's granddaughters. If Laner's reputation is ruined, the reputation of the village chief's unmarried granddaughters will also be ruined!
How to buy abortion pills?
Now we have to support Sister Zhang.
After all, he wanted to do this under the banner of Sister Zhang.
Sister Zhang knew the truth and held back her anger. She didn't dare to scold her, for fear that the neighbors would listen to her. What could she do? She could only follow her to the town and help her sister-in-law and her family wrap things up.
The excuse for buying abortion pills was that Sister Zhang was pregnant. Because she was old, her grandchildren were about to get married, so she couldn’t keep the child. When she went to the doctor to prescribe the medicine, she said this, and Sister Zhang became so embarrassed!
Fortunately, my face was wrapped in cloth at that time, and only the weathered eyes were exposed, so the doctor didn't notice anything else and got used to it, so he prescribed the medicine smoothly.
In ancient times, there was no concept of contraception. As long as a woman was not yet menopausal, there was a risk of pregnancy. If her grandchildren were older, they would indeed be talked about in private about the risk of having a baby. It is nothing strange to come to town and prescribe some abortion pills.
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