Starting to go to the sea: I really didn’t want to be a sea king

"Aunt Chunhua, Aunt Fangying, Aunt Jinhua, Sister Pan Di."

Chu Yang greeted them one by one, and then gave Aunt Sun a questioning look.

"Why is He Guixiang here?"

She is Xiong Da Kui's wife and He Baoguo's loyal follower.

Chu Yang asked Aunt Sun to invite a few wives of village group leaders to build relationships, but he didn't ask her to invite He Guixiang as well.

Aunt Sun understood what Chu Yang meant, walked to his side and explained in a low voice:

"Guixiang came here by herself, saying that the man in the family had some misunderstandings with you before, and wanted me to help mediate. We are all from the same village..."

"If you don't want to, then I'll send her away."

Chu Yang pondered for a moment and said, "Forget it, if she wants to stay, she can stay, don't worry about her."

In fact, when you think about it, Xiong Da Kui didn't do anything wrong. He is a smart man, and his previous choice is also human nature. The He family is powerful, and He Baoguo has been the old branch secretary for more than ten years. There is a future for him.

Now that the He family is in trouble, Chu Yang has become stronger, and it is normal for him to want to rely on Chu Yang, the "new rich" in the village.

Of course, the most important reason is that Xiong Da Kui has been an accountant in the village for so many years, and the flow of funds in the village must be hidden from him.

If he wants He Baoguo to eat the government's food for a few more years, he can help!

"Aunt Guixiang is here too, have you eaten?"

Having made up his mind, Chu Yang greeted Sun Guixiang again.

"Oh, I have eaten."

Sun Guixiang replied quickly.

Just now, Chu Yang greeted the other four old ladies, but missed her, which made her embarrassed.

Of course, she also understood that her man followed He Baoguo and offended Chu Yang, so it was normal for him to dislike her.

She was ready to be treated coldly, but she didn't expect Chu Yang's attitude to be good, which gave her hope.

Now everyone in the village can see that the Chu family is unstoppable. They are going out to sea and opening a purchasing station. It is said that the daily turnover is tens of thousands, so they must make hundreds of thousands a year.

Not long after Sun Qingjun followed him, the old woman in his family wore big gold bracelets and small gold chains.

If he could take care of his dead man, wouldn't he have hope?

After saying hello, Chu Yang didn't stay with this group of old women anymore, and went to the house to find Sun Qingjun.

He didn't find anyone in the backyard, but heard some movement in the pigpen.

Chu Yang pinched his nose and pushed the door open and walked in.

The countryside now is not the new countryside of later generations, where chickens and ducks are in cages, roads are clean, and flowers and trees are planted. The village now is not to say that feces and urine are everywhere, but there are piles of them here and there.

The door of each household may be a little better, but in any corner, there must be gold everywhere and swarms of green flies.

"Oh my god!"

Chu Yang still underestimated the power of the pigsty. As soon as he pushed the door open, a strong smell of ammonia and sulfur dioxide mixed with each other hit his nose and penetrated into his brain through the gaps. Chu Yang almost vomited the cold noodles he had eaten at noon.

Sun Qingjun, who was pouring swill into the pig trough, heard the movement behind him, turned around and smiled, "Ayang, how did you get in? It smells so strong in here."

"Uncle Jun, you also know that the smell is strong. How long has it been since you cleaned the pigsty? You don't even have a fan to ventilate the air." Chu Yang blocked his nostrils and said.

"Do I need to clean the pigsty? Isn't the pigsty smelling like this? You just get used to it. Besides, I only have two fans at home. If I install one in the pigsty, won't they be treated the same as humans?" Sun Qingjun shook his head, thinking that this kid might be a little confused.

It's just raising pigs. Isn't every household in this environment like this? Don't they have pigs with fans?

In this regard, Chu Yang can only say that Uncle Jun is out.

Forget about the fan. In two years, a certain richest man will start a pig farming life. The pigs he raises are squatting on the toilet, sleeping in an apartment, eating fruits, and listening to music. Their living environment is better than that of many people.

Chu Yang also visited his friend's modern pig farm in his later life. The smell is basically gone. Sandalwood is lit next to the pig pen, making it seem like they are not raising pigs, but worshipping the altar purifier.

"Can you get used to this?"

Chu Yang listened doubtfully and loosened his blocked nose a crack.

It seems that it is not as stinky as at the beginning.

But within half a second, a breeze blew by, and Chu Yang quickly blocked his nose again.

"Hoo~"

What habit? It must be that the sense of smell is impaired by the stinky smell.

"Dislike the smell? Then I will kill you and don't eat you when the time comes." Sun Qingjun said.

Chu Yang chuckled, "How is that possible?"

Uncle Jun raises local pigs, also known as black pigs.

This kind of pig is as its name suggests, with black fur all over its body, small weight and long growth cycle. It eats leftovers and pig grass, and can only grow more than 100 kilograms in a year. Few people nowRaised.

Black pigs, I personally think that black lard and soy sauce rice is the best!

Although it cannot compare with Western white pigs in terms of economic benefits, black pork has tender muscle fibers, firm and delicate meat, chewy texture, and full gravy, and the taste is better than all white pigs.

Especially the net oil boiled from black pigs, used for cooking and rice, it is so delicious.

"Uncle Jun, don't sell these pigs during the Chinese New Year this year, keep them all for me." Chu Yang suddenly thought of something and ordered.

He must go to give gifts during the Chinese New Year. Those leaders and bosses have eaten all kinds of delicacies, but I believe they don't often get to eat black pigs.

"All? I have raised six or seven pigs, and they will weigh more than a thousand pounds by the Chinese New Year. Can you use them all?" Sun Qingjun reminded.

"Just keep it for me. If you can't use it all, I'll make sausages and smoke it into bacon and keep it for later."

Chu Yang had eaten black pig intestines and smoked black pork before. The taste was hard to imagine for those who were used to white pork in the vegetable market.

"Okay."

Seeing that Chu Yang had his own plans, Sun Qingjun nodded and agreed.

Anyway, he had to sell these pigs, so it was better if Chu Yang took them. He could get a better price then.

After staying in the pigpen for a while, Chu Yang couldn't stand the smell and quickly pushed the door open and went out.

Just happened to see Chu Xi sitting in the yard eating peaches with a large plate next to him, so Chu Yang walked over.

But before he could get close, Chu Xi pinched his nose and shouted, "Oh, brother, why do you smell so bad? Did you fall into the toilet?"

Chu Yang: ...

You fell into the toilet.

"My dear sister, this is my dear sister!"

Chu Yang took a deep breath and kept reminding himself in his heart, so he could hold back from getting angry.

"Is it really that smelly? It's all out!"

He quietly lowered his head, put his nose to the collar and took a deep breath.

"Ugh~"

In the previous life, many girls always disliked the strong smell of hot pot, but compared with this smell, the smell of hot pot is nothing.

Simply take off the shirt, sit shirtless beside Chu Xi and eat peaches.

'Crack! '

Auntie's peaches are also very good, plump and juicy, crisp and sweet.

Killer!