In 1959, what's wrong with me pedaling a tricycle?

Wang Xingguo was worried that if he was too slow in making his vow, Er Gouzi would go back on his word. After all, two hundred yuan was a pig, while live pigs only cost a little over one yuan per kilogram. This price was practically a steal for him.

The reason why pigs are cheap in their tribe is because it's a collective transaction; other people can't buy pigs at such a low price.

However, Wang Xingguo added, "Brother Ergou, you need to understand one thing: I also learned this news from someone else. You'd better hurry up, otherwise if someone else makes the first move, you'll suffer a huge loss."

Er Gouzi nodded repeatedly and said, "Okay, I understand. Give me the money now, and I'll take you directly to the pig farm. I'll give you one day tonight and tomorrow to get the pigs out. Then I need to rent that place to someone else, otherwise if they find out, I'll lose my yard."

Wang Xingguo had no objections and immediately went to get five thousand yuan, which he gave directly to Er Gouzi.

Er Gouzi counted the money and then said, "Come on, I'll take you to see the place. You'd better hurry, or I won't have time to rent out the yard. This is my lifeline that I bought for five thousand yuan, I can't afford to lose it."

Wang Xingguo smiled and nodded, then immediately pushed a bicycle that had just been arranged that day, and set off with Er Gouzi and the others to familiarize themselves with the area.

That damned Er Gouzi actually bought a three-courtyard siheyuan in a remote area of ​​Beishuncheng Street, Fuchengmen. This location is perfect for raising pigs, since it's far from other courtyards in both the front and back, and it's a secluded spot where hardly anyone would pass by.

Seeing that there were not only twenty-five pigs, but also over a hundred chickens and ducks, Wang Xingguo quickly asked, "Brother Ergou, are you still keeping those chickens and ducks? Why don't you just sell them all to me?"

Er Gouzi said with a wry smile, "Fine, fine, I'll sell them all to you. I'm not in the mood to raise any more. Now I need to get some money out to grease some palms and try to get this night market in the North District."

Wang Xingguo smiled and said, "Brother Ergou, since you're able to make arrangements in advance, I believe your chances of success are greater than those who find out later. When you take over the night market in Xicheng District, we can look after each other and exchange supplies. It's a win-win situation, and I sincerely hope you can take over this night market."

Er Gouzi nodded and said, "I hope so. There are probably about 270 chickens and ducks left. It's not unreasonable for me to ask for 1,000 yuan, is it?"

The price wasn't unreasonable. Wang Xingguo would need a lot of chicken and duck eggs, so raising more chickens and ducks was imperative. He nodded and said, "No problem, just send someone to pick up the thousand yuan tomorrow night."

"Okay, here's the key to the courtyard gate. I'll have someone come and pick it up tomorrow night, and they can also collect the money. From tonight until tomorrow night, this place is all yours."

Wang Xingguo took the key, saw Er Gouzi and his group off, and then ran to put the chickens, ducks, and pigs into his spatial storage.

He even took away the feeding troughs for the pigs, chickens, and ducks. Anyway, Er Gouzi wouldn't need them anymore, and he would definitely throw them away when he rented out his place.

Wang Xingguo lit a cigarette and walked around the yard. He then discovered that Er Gouzi had prepared a whole room full of feed!

He couldn't help but mutter, "Er Gouzi isn't raising any more animals. It's better for me to get this thing than for someone else..."

So he took all the feed, and at worst gave him a few hundred yuan more, since he couldn't sell the feed for an exorbitant price anyway.

He looked at the other houses, but unfortunately many rooms were locked. Wang Xingguo suspected that this was Er Gouzi's warehouse.

After locking the gate, Wang Xingguo left and returned to the night market. It was already 11:30 p.m.

He has to deliver the pig to the Second Brewery tomorrow during the day. The only thing that's giving him a headache is that he might not be able to get the pork knuckle for the wedding banquet!

Since Er Gouzi knew today that the place was going to close down, and other black markets were probably going to close down as well, his plan to get pork knuckles from the black market was also ruined.

But that's not necessarily true...

Ask Gan Ping if he can bring over some pork knuckles to sell.

The most popular item on the black market was pork knuckle, because at that time, a wedding banquet without this main dish would be considered rather shabby.

If pork supplies are cut off next year, then there won't be this problem. If we can put together a few meat dishes, it will be a very respectable banquet.

Wang Yongli opened the door for Wang Xingguo and hurriedly asked, "Xingguo, what have you been up to? Why did you go outside with Er Gouzi after he scolded you? What if he tries to harm you?"

Wang Xingguo waved his hand and said, "No, I know Er Gouzi. He's a man of some character. There's a reason he cursed me. Er Gouzi was one of the people I traded pigs for grain with. But I've resolved this matter. Tomorrow we'll slaughter a pig to sell, and from now on we'll only count the number of goods sold. Moreover, the goods that Director Gan brings back will be settled first, and the rest will be ours. We won't count the specific quantity of our goods that we bring in, only the quantity that we sell."

Wang Yongli whispered, "Xingguo, are you planning to let Director Gan and his group skim some profits?"

Wang Xingguo nodded and said, "If the water is too clear, there will be no fish. We already make a lot of money selling things. If we let someone take a cut, and everyone cooperates, wouldn't things be easier to handle?"

Wang Yongli chuckled and said, "That makes sense. I understand. From now on, we won't count the quantity of goods we purchase; we'll only count the sales quantity after deducting that amount."

"Yes, Uncle Yongli, I trust your accounting skills. I'll leave this business to you from now on. By the way, I'm going to propose marriage the day after tomorrow. Which elder do you think should I bring?"

After thinking for a moment, Wang Yongli said, "I think it would be more appropriate for you to bring your Uncle Yongchang. Firstly, you're from the same branch of the family, and secondly, although he's a bit short-tempered, he also has a certain boldness in his speech, which would be suitable for discussing marriage matters. I'm not suitable for that. I always like to nitpick when discussing things, which is a bad habit I developed while helping to manage the clan's accounts. I'm not suited to discussing this kind of thing."

Wang Xingguo laughed and said, "Haha, Uncle Yongli, you actually described yourself like that, saying you like to nitpick. Don't you feel embarrassed?"

Wang Yongli replied, "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. It's the truth. I know my shortcomings, but I just can't seem to change them."

After everyone confirmed that Wang Xingguo had returned safely, they dispersed and went back to their rooms to rest.

Unexpectedly, because Er Gouzi scolded Wang Xingguo, Wang Xingguo went out with him again, which worried the clansmen greatly. So none of them went to rest that night, thinking that if he didn't return by then, they would go to Er Gouzi's place to demand his return.

This is also Wang Xingguo's fault. He only said he was going out for a short while, without specifying how long, which made everyone worry about him.

After a quick wash, Wang Xingguo went to sleep.

The next morning, after breakfast, he went to Xiehe Hospital to exchange fish for other goods, and then set off for the Second Brewery to deliver pigs in exchange for grain.