The pork stall owner immediately panicked when he heard this, "Of course, I want them, just like last time, sixty cents per pound, I’ll take both."
It wasn’t any special occasion, only midyear, and in every village, the pigs raised were still just piglets... The meat factories also didn’t supply much, everyone was short on meat.
Having these two, he could make quite a bit of money.
"Okay, I’ll bring them to your warehouse in a bit." Qin Ye always kept his emotions in check in front of others.
"Great, I’ll wait for you there." The man beamed, revealing a row of yellow-stained teeth.
Thinking of the money he’d make, he couldn’t contain his joy.
Qin Ye, seeing the deal was settled, didn’t waste any time and rode off on his bicycle.
He didn’t go anywhere else, but directly cycled back to his yard.
"Wife, I’m back."
Seeing his expression, Rong Yan knew he had settled the matter.
"Are you transporting them now?"
"Yes, I’m going to load the two wild boars onto the handcart and push them over now."
"Then let me help you."
Qin Ye refused, "No need, I can manage. Don’t get involved, wife, you’ll get dirty."
He was strong and, without waiting for Rong Yan to respond, had already hoisted one of the wild boars onto the handcart and then loaded the other one as well.
Then he covered them with a layer of straw, perfectly concealing the two wild boars.
"Wife, I’m off. I’ll be back soon."
"Mm, don’t rush."
After helping Qin Ye move the handcart out, she then closed the door.
Qin Ye first delivered the wild boars to the warehouse. The owner was waiting there. Upon seeing the two large wild boars, he immediately called people to move them onto the scale.
"All together 550 pounds."
The number sounded very familiar to Qin Ye. If he remembered correctly, just before his wife left the house, she had mentioned the same weight to her mother-in-law.
How could it be so precise?
"Mr. Qin, count the money, it’s a total of 330 yuan."
Qin Ye took the money, quickly counted it, and put it straight into his pocket, "It’s the correct amount, I’m off now."
The man, seeing that he was leaving, hastily said, "Hey, wait, Mr. Qin, next time you have more, bring them to me, any amount."
"Mm." There were plenty of wild boars in the mountains, and Qin Ye didn’t plan on giving up.
After all, earning a bit here and there, try to save as much money as possible before leaving Qin Family Village.
Pushing the handcart back, as he was walking on the road, suddenly someone shouted, "There’s a fight over there, someone’s going to get killed..."
Normally, Qin Ye wouldn’t care about such things.
After all, he was naturally detached and didn’t enjoy bustling crowds; even if people were fighting to the death, his eyebrows wouldn’t twitch.
Just as he was unaffected and continued on his way, a familiar-looking woman ran past crying.
Clearly, she didn’t notice him and wasn’t watching the road, almost running into his handcart.
Qin Ye immediately called out to her, "Sis-in-law, be careful."
Hearing his shout, Tie Zhu’s wife just managed to stop in time. When she saw it was Qin Ye, she ran up excitedly, stretching her hand out to grab his arm.
However, as she reached out, Qin Ye quickly stepped aside.
"Sis-in-law, what’s going on?"
Tie Zhu’s wife couldn’t stop her tears, "Qin Ye, please, save my Tie Zhu! He’s about to be beaten to death..."
Hearing this, Qin Ye’s expression changed immediately, "Where?"
"Just in his yard..."
Before Tie Zhu’s wife could finish, Qin Ye said, "Sis-in-law, I’m going ahead."
He ran forward quickly, no longer caring about the handcart.
By the time Tie Zhu’s wife came to her senses, he was already far away, and she hurriedly went back to call for help...
Qin Ye quickly arrived at Tie Zhu’s yard, where the scene was surrounded by layers of people, no one daring to make a move.
Because Tie Zhu, lying on the ground, was covered in blood, looking terrifying.
As for Tie Zhu’s family, only his parents sat on the ground, wailing and crying to the heavens...

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