Godly Immortality: Start with the Butcher and add some Immortality!

Chapter 11 Zaotan, land and water dock!
  "Squeak!"

Push open the humble door
  Wei Hong carried the pig into the water and returned home.

At a glance, I saw my grandfather who was mending clothes.

The old man squinted his cloudy eyes and looked at the weak light.

With difficulty, he mended an old jacket that was already worn out.

"Grandpa, I'm coming!"

Wei Hong put down what he was holding and quickly grabbed it to help.

"Brother Hong is back?" Lao Weitou said with a smile on his face: "Why did you finish work so early today?"

"It's a festival, so of course it will be earlier." Wei Hong said without raising his head as he mended skillfully: "Business is good today. The big stall gave out 200 Wen reward money and three pounds of pig sesame. I am in East Street. I bought 40 kilograms of brown rice from the rice shop, and the store gave me 2 more kilograms as a gift. Grandpa, you can tidy it up."

"Hey, good, good!" Old Wei took a look at the rice bag, and his face became even more happy: "With these brown rice, you don't have to worry about it for the next three months!"

"well!"

But there is no soy sauce or seasoning at home!
  There is only a small bowl of lard and half a jar of salt!

Meat is not easy to preserve, and the grandfather and grandson cannot eat three kilograms in one meal!
  I don’t have much salt at home, so it’s better to give it away.

He threw half of the salted fish into the rice and steamed it together.

Old Wei nodded hurriedly in agreement.

"How can you eat dozens of kilograms of brown rice for three months? Grandpa, don't drink porridge every day just to save rations!" Wei Hong complained dissatisfied: "What if your body collapses?"

Old Wei quickly cut off two pounds of offal and carried them out the door.

Wei Hong sewed up his ragged coat in twos and twos, washed his hands and started preparing dinner.

Soon!
  The small shack was filled with smoke.

"Without ginger, cooking wine and other seasonings, the taste is always a bit off."

Wei Hong was busy with ease.

"There's no rush." ​​Wei Hong warned without raising his head: "Send some offal to Grandma Wang and Uncle Lu. Let's just keep one pound of the three pounds of pig water, otherwise it will be a waste if we can't eat it."

First, he poured the brown rice into the rice vat, and then turned over the pig water.

After saying that, he stood up with a hunched body.

Although this slum is a mixed bag, there are also many honest and friendly neighbors. Wei Hong and his grandson were often cared for by others in the past. Now that life is easier, they naturally want to help their neighbors.

In this case, even if Wei Hong was good at cooking, it would be difficult to make delicious food. He thought about it and could only wash the rice in a crock pot and stew a can of rice.

"No, no, no." Lao Weitou sneered: "As we get older, we don't eat much, so we and I will have a good meal during the festival today."

Simply stir-fry pickles and lard, and it becomes a small side dish for rice.

Cut the tofu into pieces and put it into a pot with wild vegetables and add water to boil. Finally, add the cleaned pig offal. A simple pot of wild vegetable, tofu and pig offal soup is ready.

"There is also a small can of pickles, half a salted fish, two pieces of tofu, and a handful of wild vegetables at home." Old Wei Tou chattered: "How about making some soup."

Wei Hong frowned regretfully.

But it’s not easy to have enough food, so I don’t have the right to ask for too much now.

After finishing the meal, before his grandfather came back, he placed the meal on the table made of broken wooden boards and put the unburned charcoal in the stove into a jar. The most common stove charcoal can be obtained by sealing the remains of firewood in a jar.

This kind of charcoal is very moist, produces thick smoke when burning, and easily raises ash. The rich and powerful people naturally disdain to use it, but it is the heating treasure that ordinary poor people rely on most for survival in winter.

"Brother Hong, are you done?"

As evening approached, Old Wei pushed the door open and walked in with his head covered in cold air.

"Wash your hands and eat." Wei Hong put down the dishes and chopsticks and asked casually: "Grandpa, how much charcoal do we have in our house?"

"There should be one hundred and eighty kilograms of stove charcoal." Old Wei thought for a while and shook his head in distress: "But this winter may be colder. Without the one hundred and eighty kilograms of charcoal fire, neither of us may be able to survive this winter."

"When I was buying rice just now, I took a look at the price of charcoal." Wei Hong sighed worriedly: "This year, even the cheapest stove charcoal costs 1 tael and 8 yuan per 5 kilograms, and Huihua charcoal costs 3 yuan per kilograms. Two or three cents, how can our family still have money to buy charcoal?"

Winter in Shendu is always cold!
  Without enough charcoal fires for heating, surviving the winter is indeed a big problem.

In addition to stove charcoal and gray flower charcoal, there are also more expensive silver bone charcoal and gold wire silver bone charcoal on the market, but those are items that only the rich and powerful can afford. Wei Hong's family can't even afford the cheapest stove charcoal.

"Let's eat first." Old Wei smiled sarcastically, picked up the bowl, and said twitchingly: "I'll go outside the city later to see if I can chop some firewood."

"Don't!" Wei Hong quickly stopped him: "Where can you use your body to cut firewood? Moreover, the forest within a hundred miles of the divine capital has long been cleared. There are forests in the Imperial Forest Garden, but civilians who dare to cut down will be beheaded. , you’d better save your money.”

"Yes!" Old Wei looked a little depressed.

These days, they are not the only ones who need charcoal fires to survive the winter.

There are millions of poor people in the entire God City, plus mountain people in various villages are deforestation.

It is very difficult to find firewood during these times of winter.

Old Wei had already worked two jobs and was unable to make any more money.

Wei Hong had no worries about food and drink in the butcher shop, but he had no wages.

"It seems that I have to think of a way." Wei Hong slowed down his chewing movements and thought about only two ways - either go to the land and water dock to carry the big bag, or go fishing!
  Because of past life memories.

When Wei Hong was four or five years old, he would fish and shrimp in the river outside the city. When he was older, he would cast a net to catch fish to support his family.

So naturally the first thing he thought of at this time was fishing.

In addition, Wei Hong's strength has greatly increased due to martial arts training, and he is barely comparable to an ordinary adult.

At this time, if he is willing to go to the land and water dock to carry big bags and work hard after work.

You can make a lot of money in a month even if you work part-time.

"There are constant ships at the land and water docks. I heard that a diligent person can earn two to three taels of hard-earned money in a month. If I go out to sell my hard work after work every day, it should not be difficult to earn some money from charcoal rice noodles."

"Besides, fishing is already my old skill. No matter how much I cast a few nets, I can't afford to eat or drink too much."

The more Wei Hong thought about it, the more it made sense, so he took advantage of the situation and expressed his thoughts.

Old Wei was relieved and ashamed, and said with a wry smile: "Brother Hong, I can only bear the pain. If you hadn't been sensible these years, we would have frozen to death and starved to death."

"What did grandpa say? You raised me when I was young, how can I not support you when you are old?" Wei Hong gave him a piece of salted fish and solemnly promised: "Don't worry, we will be able to live a happy life in a short time." Good times.”

"Okay, okay!" Old Wei opened his mouth with joy and couldn't help but sigh: "Brother Hong, you have a filial piety. Our family always has a strong leader. It's a pity for your Grandma Wang and Uncle Lu's family, alas. …”

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