Sun Changqing took the note and squinted at it, waving his hand. "Alright, bring the people in and catch the pigs yourself. Don't just pick the sows, there are so many production teams!"
"Alright!"
The man respectfully responded and threw his straw hat aside. "Alright, let's go catch the pigs!"
The people behind him followed with smiles.
"You guys wait here, I'll quickly register. If we're late, there won't be any pigs left."
Yang Qingwu hurriedly took the proof and ran into the office of the big tile house.
Leaving a group of people waiting.
"I'll go see them catch the pigs!"
Yang Xiaole looked at the long pigpen with many people inside. His eyes turned and he directly mixed into the crowd and entered the pig shed.
After Yang Xiaole followed in, the people next to him only glanced at him and didn't pay any more attention.
They only focused on the pigs, ignoring everything else.
Inside were brick pigpens, emitting a strong pig odor that was suffocating.
There were more than a dozen pigpens, filled with piglets that were probably brought in earlier.
Yang Xiaole didn't bother with the people picking the pigs.
He went to an empty pigpen at the back.
Squatting down, he glanced at the few piglets near the door, confirmed their gender, and aimed at a pair of piglets. He reached out his hand and directly put the pair of piglets into his space.
By this time, there were more and more people in the pig shed, causing chaos.
There were cries of piglets everywhere.
Everyone was fighting for the bigger piglets, so they could raise them well when they went back.
After Yang Xiaole finished, he thought to himself, "I borrowed them today, I'll return them to you in a while."
He quietly left the pig shed.
The smell was really unbearable.
As for the production team that finished catching the piglets, they went to the nearby place where they raised chickens and ducks. This was the place for young chicks and ducklings.
There were fewer people here.
Everyone was more concerned about the pigs, so they dealt with the pigs first.
The situation was urgent, and it was impossible for everyone to get a pig like Sun Changqing said.
Because during this time, pigs were generally not allowed to survive the winter. If they did, there would be no pig feed, and they would have to eat grain.
Not many families were willing to do that.
Only pigs that didn't meet the purchase station's standards after a year of raising would survive the winter.
So a large number of piglets were brought in during the spring.
The common people were very clear about this account.
Compared to that, the baskets of young chicks, ducklings, and a small number of goslings were slightly less valued.
Someone was looking through the chicks and picked out some that weren't good, saying, "Give us these!"
The livestock station's breeder took a drag of his cigarette and nodded. "Alright, bring the basket over, I'll count them for you."
Yang Xiaole shook his head when he saw this. There were at least a hundred chicks in each basket!
Where would there be so much food!
He didn't say anything.
Pretending to be curious, he squatted down and looked around.
"Uncle, how do you tell the gender of these chicks?"
Yang Xiaole asked the man who was about to count the chicks.
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The man glanced at him, flicked off the ash from his cigarette, and said, "Look at their butts, look at their wings. Even if I tell you, you won't understand."
Then he took the basket handed over by a villager and started counting.
He threw the weak chicks to the side. Those were the chicks with poor vitality.
Seeing that there was no way to figure it out, Yang Xiaole didn't ask again.
He searched through the baskets of chicks.
He caught a few in each basket.
In total, he caught dozens of them. He felt that this was enough and stopped.
After finishing, he went to the ducks and geese area and caught a few of each.
If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have gone through so much trouble.
But he really didn't have enough food in his space before, and he couldn't raise so many. Now it was barely enough.
And these were allocated by the county.
"Xiaole, can you pick them?"
In his thoughts, Yang Qingwu walked over with a smile and asked.
Without waiting for him to speak, he handed a cigarette to the officer who had just finished picking a basket of chickens. "Huang, have a smoke."
Huang took the cigarette and smiled. "Don't worry, I'll pick them for you after they finish. How many do you want?"
"Oh, we don't need too many. Just three baskets."
Hearing Yang Qingwu's words, Yang Xiaole shivered.
Damn.
They really dared to raise them. Three baskets would be about 300 chickens.
After Yang Qingwu finished speaking, he put away half a pack of cigarettes and took out dried tobacco to smoke. These were cigarettes he couldn't bear to smoke, they were for socializing.
Huang smiled. "Alright, wait a moment."
Then he started picking, his movements were very skilled and experienced, obviously he had done this many times.
Seeing these people busy, Yang Xiaole felt that he should leave.
So he shouted to Yang Qingwu, "Second Grandpa, I'm leaving. I have to go to Teacher Luo's place."
Yang Qingwu was too busy picking chickens and didn't pay much attention. He just nodded absentmindedly. "Alright, go, but don't wander around! Otherwise, I'll let your father beat you when you go back."
Yang Xiaole didn't care.
He smiled and greeted Dog Left and the others before leaving the livestock station.
He went to the supply and marketing cooperative and bought five mosquito coils, paying one fen. He planned to have Dog Left and the others bring them back later.
He didn't bother buying anything else that he could afford. He didn't have much money, so he had to be careful.However, he did buy one thing, spending 75 cents on a handheld lantern, which he would need in the future.
After getting everything sorted, he went back, handed the mosquito coils and matches to Gou Sheng, and then returned.
Passing by the breakfast shop, he was about to go over and chat with Gao Pangszi to build some rapport.
"Xiaole!"
Hearing the voice, he turned his head and saw Luo Jinping coming out of the Supply and Marketing Cooperative across the street.
"Teacher Luo?"
Yang Xiaole was a bit puzzled, wondering how he always ran into this guy everywhere!
The other party came over with something in his hand and smiled at him, "I was just looking for you!"
"Looking for me? What's up?"
Luo Jinping wiped the sweat off his neck with a towel, looked at the blazing sun, and laughed, "Let's go inside the shop and talk, it's too hot out here."
After saying that, he led the way into the breakfast shop.
"Hello, Teacher Luo!"
Gao Danian and Gao Xinbao greeted him with a smile as he came over.
"Hello, Xinbao!" Luo Jinping greeted back, then turned to Gao Danian and said, "Master Gao, can we borrow a spot to sit for a while?"
"Hehe, Teacher Luo, please feel free to sit!" Gao Danian laughed nonchalantly, then instructed his son, "Dabao, pour a cup of herbal tea for the teacher!"
"Okay, Dad!"
"Thanks, Master Gao!"
"Hey, Teacher Luo, why are you being so formal!"
After exchanging pleasantries, Luo Jinping found a table to sit down and placed the things he was carrying on the table.
He took out a newspaper and handed it to him.
"Take a look! I was planning to bring this to you!"
Yang Xiaole took it and glanced at it. On the front page of the news, there was a large headline: There is no such thing as peaceful times, only someone carrying the burden for you.
Below it was a black and white photo of a group of triumphant soldiers.
Wearing ragged clothes.
There was also a long text below, written with passionate rhetoric.
He looked closely at the picture, but he couldn't seem to find his grandpa.
However, when he saw the following report on grain production in various places, he fell silent for a while.
The report claimed that there was a "bumper harvest" across the country this year!
After reading it, he looked up at Luo Jinping, "Teacher Luo, it really made the newspaper?"
He didn't expect Luo Jinping to have this ability.