Start as a farmer from an ordinary world

Chapter 17 Selling Weasels
Wang Manyin once watched a video of later generations: a certain uncle got into the house of a weasel, and called the firefighters to catch it.The firefighters were busy catching the weasel, but they were so smoked that they vomited.

Some experts behind the video said that the weasel’s anal gland fluid contains 9 kinds of sulfides (human farts contain up to 3 kinds of sulfides).

Once people or animals inhale too much, they will not only vomit, but also prone to dizziness.In more serious cases, it may even cause confusion and hallucinations.

Anyway, this thing belongs to the poisonous gas. Open the door for the poisonous gas-the poisonous gas is at home.

But Wang Manyin became excited, as if he saw a stack of bills beckoning to him.

No way, it's too poor recently.

Although the fish in the space pond grow fast, they are still not enough to sell for money.

Some time ago, I bought chicken, rice, and other miscellaneous things... More than 100 yuan is not much left.

According to his extravagant way of spending money, he can last for another month at most.

With no money in hand, there is no place in my heart.

Get rid of this weasel, and you can get a few dollars in exchange for it—no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat.

A few days ago, he planned to catch weasels and sell them for money, but he didn't expect that there would be death-seeking ones automatically delivered to his door so soon.

So Wang Manyin didn't hesitate at all, and just dodged into the space.When he reappeared, he had an extra shovel in his hand.After a few quick steps, take a photo of the weasel directly.

After two iron shovels went down, this guy was completely silent.

It's just that the body is still twitching slightly, and it is obviously impossible to live.

This guy's fur is thick, more than forty centimeters from head to tail, and it has been grown for at least three years. It is a first-class product.If you get it from the supply and marketing cooperative, it is estimated that you can sell it for five yuan.

The only pity is that two holes were bitten by rhubarb, which may have affected it.

Suppressing the stench, Wang Manyin threw the weasel aside.Then he probed into the chicken coop and saw that the three hens were all fine, so he was relieved.

Rhubarb on the other side also quickly returned to normal, and his spirit was still a little sluggish.

From the looks of it, he should have been frightened by the stench.

The weasel still had a bad smell, so there was no way to put it in the cave.Wang Manyin simply found a rope to tie the weasel's head, and hung it on the cliff wall at the entrance of the cave.

If the wind blows all night, it will probably be boring tomorrow.

After closing the cave door, he entered the space as usual to look good.

Nowadays, there is no greenhouse effect in this era, and the beginning of winter has just entered, and the night weather is already surprisingly cold.A thick layer of icicles formed in the Dongla River outside the village.

In the space, it is still warm as spring.

Every time he enters it, Wang Manyin feels as if time and space have changed.

Looking around, the whole space is full of spring.The green grass is continuous, mixed with wild flowers, adding a lot of vitality to the yellow land.

The outside wheat is only about ten centimeters high, already knee-deep in the space, and some have even begun to joint and ear.It seems that it will take another month or so at most, and it will almost mature.

However, Wang Manyin was not too sure about whether he could produce wheat grains.

Although the temperature in the space is more than ten degrees higher than the outside world, it is not a season after all.

However, he held a hope in his heart. If the grains of wheat could really be produced, he would not have to worry about food problems in the future.

Calculated by the production of future generations, if the remaining two acres of land are used well, three thousand catties of grain can be harvested in summer and autumn.

Even with the current output, it would still be over a thousand catties, almost enough for him and Lan Hua'er to eat.

The only thing that Wang Manyin regrets is that the current space is still more than three acres and has not increased.

After inspecting it, he continued to dig the canal.

This is also a daily work, and it will not stop until all the more than three acres of land can be irrigated.

In the next few days, Wang Manyin's life was very regular.In the morning, I have nothing to do to dig caves, and in the afternoon I rest at home, or enter the space to get busy.

In other words, it has been almost a month since he came to this world.

Digging canals and digging caves every day is all hard work.The whole body has undergone earth-shaking changes, and the weak flesh has turned into tendon flesh. When the elbow is exerted, the biceps bulge.

The original mediocre temperament has also completely faded away, and there is a bit of masculinity unique to the northwestern man on his face.

When he first came to this world, Wang Manyin was panting from the exhaustion of bundled firewood on his back. Now, he picked up two large baskets of loess weighing more than 100 jins, just like playing.

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At the beginning of a new day, Wang Manyin released water on the dung pile as usual.

He originally planned to renovate a toilet outside, but he was too busy digging a cave, so he completely forgot.

Hearing the chirping sound above his head, Wang Manyin raised his head subconsciously.

I saw two magpies busy building their nests on the locust tree not far from the dung pile.

In a few days, the magpie's nest was already as big as a washbasin. I don't know where the two guys got so much firewood.

Today, the Shige Festival Commune had a fair, so he didn't plan to have breakfast at home.Instead, I plan to delay a day, go to the supply and marketing agency to sell the weasel, and bring back a few catties of salt by the way.

As for rhubarb, I don't know where it went early in the morning.

Wang Manyin didn't even shout a few times, and he simply didn't wait any longer.

After 10 minutes of work, we have arrived at the commune.

As usual, he went to the pigeon market first, and then went to the restaurant to have breakfast.After eating and drinking enough, we wandered to the Shige Festival souvenir shop.

This store is under the jurisdiction of the supply and marketing cooperative. In addition to selling all kinds of farm tools, it also buys all kinds of leather goods.Dog skins, sheep skins, cat skins, fox skins, weasel skins, etc. are all accepted, and even wolf skins are required.

When Wang Manyin walked into the room, he saw many farmers surrounded the counter.Like myself, they all caught weasels during the slack season and sold them at the supply and marketing agency.

After a glance, Wang Manyin realized that he was too unprofessional.

When people catch weasels, they peel them off.There is no such thing as him, who just slipped over directly.

He hurriedly stopped a farmer who was also selling fur and asked, "Brother, this is the first time I caught a weasel. I don't know how to peel it. Will the supply and marketing cooperative accept it?"

"Accept," the other party nodded and asked curiously, "Why don't you peel the weasel at home and sell it, this head is not small, it can yield two catties of meat. Why don't you borrow a sickle and peel it now?"

In the words, there is also envy.

Only then did Wang Manyin understand: it turned out that these people only sold weasel skins because they ate the meat.

Immediately, he felt normal again.

These days people have an unusual desire for meat, even rats can be eaten, so what about weasels.

Even if people in later generations live well, they don't eat strange things.

But he didn't intend to strip it on the spot at all, so he naturally refused.

After the man was rejected, he looked at the weasel in Wang Manyin's hand, and praised, "Your fur is good, it's probably first-class fur, and it's big, you can probably sell it for five yuan."

Wang Manyin had already read the price list of fur goods from the small blackboard at the door, and it was clearly written on it that the purchase of weasel fur was divided into three grades, first-class wool for four yuan anise, second-class wool for four triangles, third-class wool for three yuan and two One corner.

However, depending on the size, the price will also fluctuate up and down.

So he also had an estimate in his mind of how much the weasel skin in his hand was worth.

The one who bought the fur was an old man. Seeing Wang Manyin put the weasel on the counter, he was a little surprised: "Why didn't you peel the weasel and sell it?"

Wang Manyin repeated what he had just said as usual.

The other party didn't say anything more, and stretched out two fingers to stroke the weasel's tail up and down, all the way to the head.

After blowing with his mouth, the upside-down fur immediately fell down neatly.

"Good fur, first class, five dollars and three. Okay?"

Wang Manyin nodded, he didn't intend to set the price, and selling it for a few cents was meaningless to him.

After receiving the money, he planned to go to the store next door to buy some candies.

As soon as he walked out the door, he heard a voice behind him.

"Brother Manyin!"

(End of this chapter)