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

At 8 p.m., Wang Xingguo led his clansmen to transport fifteen pigs, which were kept in willow cages, to the side of the main road.

After delivering the pigs, the clansmen left and went back home because Wang Xingguo told them that the person who bought the pigs didn't want to meet them. After all, people in this business are quite averse to being recognized.

This was a very serious matter, and the clansmen didn't think much of it. After all, when they sold things to Master Niu's men, they had only ever dealt with one person nicknamed "Monkey" and had never seen anyone else.

After Wang Xingguo and the others left, they put the pigs into their spatial storage and released them all from their cages. Since the pigs wouldn't be delivered until tomorrow, they would need to be fed again tomorrow. Some of the pigs weighed just over 152 jin (76 kg), and they didn't want them to lose weight from being hungry for a day.

Wang Xingguo rode for a while with a flashlight, then stopped after leaving Gaobeidian. He and his bike went into the space, took a mat, spread it on the ground, and fell asleep.

The next day at noon, after feeding the pigs and poultry, Wang Xingguo controlled the pigs so they wouldn't move and put them back into the cages before leaving the space and riding his tricycle towards Chaoyang East Bridge.

On the deserted path, Wang Xingguo entered his spatial dimension again and began tinkering with cooking.

It's basically just kneading the dough and cooking egg noodles yourself, using three eggs – a luxurious way to eat these days.

After finishing his noodles, Wang Xingguo began weeding, watering, and loosening the soil around the crops. As darkness fell in the space, Wang Xingguo felt it was late enough, so he left the space and rode his tricycle to the yard where Uncle Niu and the others stored their grain.

The courtyard gate was unlocked, and he easily pushed it open and went inside. The people inside had already left, so Wang Xingguo went straight to the room where the grain was stored and began to put the grain into his spatial storage.

Then they went to another room they designated and released the pigs one by one. After finishing all this, Wang Xingguo clapped his hands and left the yard, thoughtfully securing the gate with a wooden stick.

Wang Xingguo decided not to stay out overnight. He rode his bike into the city to inform Uncle Niu that the pigs had been delivered before going home to sleep.

When Wang Xingguo was stopped at the checkpoint on his way back to the city, he took out his work ID and said, "Comrade, I took a job driving to the countryside, which is more than ten kilometers away, so I came back so late."

There are checkpoints at major intersections. During the day, people leaving the city are not stopped much. Rural people entering the city will have to show a certificate issued by the commune. At night, anyone entering or leaving will be stopped and checked.

After checking his documents, the people at the checkpoint let him through. Although it's rare to see people taking tricycles to the countryside these days, it's not unheard of.

For example, patients or people who have difficulty walking will take a tricycle.

Moreover, the tricycle drivers who pick up passengers in the city actually have a lot of business, because some people always think that everyone knows the way these days.

In reality, people from all over the country come to Beijing every day for work. They are not from Beijing, and even with a map, they are completely clueless. These out-of-towners are the ones who need to take tricycles the most.

There are also people who are unwell, or some elderly people who need to go to other places. Moreover, given the population ratio in Beijing, there aren't many passenger pedicabs, and sometimes you can't even get a ride if you want to.

I rode my bike to Uncle Niu's place. It was almost nine o'clock. When I heard Wang Xingguo say that the pigs had been delivered and the grain had been taken away, Uncle Niu was a little surprised. He didn't expect them to move so quickly.

So Uncle Niu took two people and rode bicycles to check the situation.

Wang Xingguo didn't rush back. Instead, he stayed there to wait for Uncle Niu to return. There were peanuts and fennel beans on the table. Wang Xingguo went to open a bottle of Erguotou for Uncle Niu and poured himself a drink.

Er Gouzi came over, looking curious, and asked, "Wang Er, what's the deal with the pigs you and Niu Ye got? I overheard you talking about exchanging pigs for grain the other day. Why didn't you include me in this good deal?"

Wang Xingguo said with a smile, "Brother Ergou, I won't hide this from you. It's about exchanging grain for pigs. Do you want pigs? As long as you have grain to exchange, I can go to the countryside and exchange it for pigs for you."

To be honest, Er Gouzi was quite tempted, but he hesitated for a moment because the temperature wasn't low enough yet, and the pork couldn't be stored well. He was worried that if he bought the pigs, he wouldn't be able to sell them all at once and would have to eat them himself, which wouldn't be very profitable.

He hesitated and said, "Well, it's not that I can't get grain to exchange for it, it's just that pork doesn't keep well these days and spoils easily. How did Uncle Niu solve this problem?"

Wang Xingguo's eyes darted around, and he thought to himself that Er Gouzi was about to become a master, so he must have some powerful backing. Maybe he could really help digest some pigs.

He can't possibly send all the pigs to the brewery; that would be too conspicuous. Besides, the brewery wouldn't dare to replace too many pigs, as it could easily cause problems and attract the attention of higher-ups.

So when they say they'll give you as many pigs as you have, it's just a polite way of putting it. They'd be lucky to get a dozen or so; they don't expect to get any more.

Now, people from all the different surnames in the production teams of Gaobeidian would likely entrust him with exchanging pigs for grain. You should know that the pigs of the production brigade belong to the production brigade, and each village also has collective pigs and privately raised pigs.

Although the call to allocate private plots to farmers was only made in July of this year, and it is estimated that both public and private pig farming will coexist, privately farmed pigs existed from the very beginning.

The key lies in whether the villagers are united. If the villagers work together, no one will know that each household is privately raising poultry and livestock.

The entire production brigade was managed by a team led by a brigade leader surnamed Wang, and a Party branch secretary sent down from the commune surnamed Liu, who was the son-in-law of a member of the Wang family clan. The accountant, although surnamed Zhang and from the neighboring brigade, had a wife surnamed Wang!

It was all thanks to the Wang family that this situation was created by spending a lot of money. So, although not many Wang families privately raise pigs, they have quite a few chickens and ducks.

Thanks to the abundance of riverbanks in their area, the ducks are free-range, and the feed they need, except for the period when they are fattened up, is not very expensive.

Wang Xingguo gave Er Gouzi a suggestion: "Brother Er Gou, you really don't know how to do business. You could just spread the word first to pre-order pork, and then slaughter a pig once you've gotten enough pre-orders, wouldn't that work?"

Er Gouzi was taken aback upon hearing this, then exclaimed in surprise, "What? Are you trading live pigs?"

Wang Xingguo nodded and said, "Of course! In this weather, if we trade pork, it'll rot before tomorrow night. Naturally, we should trade live pigs. I think you, Brother Ergou, don't lack temporary space and feed for raising pigs, right?"

Er Gouzi's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked, "Wang Er, when you say seven jin, do you mean seven jin of grain can be exchanged for one jin of pig?"

Wang Xingguo smiled and nodded, saying, "That's right. But I owe Master Niu a favor, so I lost a bit of money by exchanging this pig. You know what the pork market is like now, so if you really want to exchange it, you'll have to pay more than Master Niu's price."