Little Brother, slow life in another world

Chapter 2

    "Da Lang is coming down the mountain, hey, the harvest seems to be good, what's on sale this time?"

    "Do you have deer? How much do I buy? The meat last time, really delicious!"

    "I'll ask if there is a mountain Chicken? Pheasant stewed with mushrooms, it's fresh." To the west of Miaojia Village is a group of hills with increasing terrain, called Xilong Mountain. The village is located at the foot of the southeast side of Xilong Mountain.

    After Yang Dalang went home after hunting, he had to pass in front of the Miao family's ancestral hall, which is also the center of the Miao family village. When there is no busy farming, people often gather here and move short stools to chat and chat. Today happened to be a meeting in the village to allocate spring ploughing manpower, and all work had to be released. After the rally, a bunch of old and young still gathered here, and it was more lively than usual.

    According to Yang Dalang's habit, if the prey in his hand is not very valuable, he will not go to the town to sell the hour, but directly in the open space in front of the ancestral hall and sell it cheaply to the villagers. There is such an opportunity to add oil to the mouth outside the New Year, and the cheaper ones are quite popular among the villagers. This is also the relationship between Lao Yang, a foreigner, who was able to gain a firm foothold in Miaojia Village at first.

    Therefore, even though Yang Dalang’s life is tall, he has been hunting for many years to make the muscles of his arms tangled into clumps, and the wheat complexion adds three grim scars on his left cheek, and he has been injured by hunting. For the sake of buying meat, many people are still willing to take the initiative to greet Yang Dalang a few words.

    "It's out of stock to sell this time." Yang Dalang replied after a pause, and then planned to leave.

    A sharp voice came to stop him, "Hey, how can it be out of stock! Look at the sediment on your back, don't you still have two rabbits hanging from your waist? Well, my aunt wants those two, five strings of money should be Enough? Turn around, my aunt will bring it to you. "

    Money is the smallest currency value here. Ten cents is a bunch of money, ten cents are a dime, and ten cents is a tael. It is equal to one or two for a thousand dollars. Buying a rabbit alone can't get away with five bunches of money.

    "Aunt Hua, this is not your house, it's in front of the ancestral hall. If you want to take advantage, you have to keep your face! Two rabbits and five bunches of money? Hey, for this price, can I buy it with you every day?" Miao Ping heard Yelled. Several guys around him followed up with a few laughs.

    To say that Yang Dalang is not only good at hunting, he is usually willing to lead people into the mountains and teach a few, and occasionally when wild boars rush down the mountain to damage the crops, it is even more powerful. Even if there are few words, among the guys, the popularity is good.

    Aunt Hua was called Miao You's wife in Miao Village, Zhang Cuihua, who naturally followed the surname Miao when she married. There are a bunch of aunts surnamed Miao in Miaojia Village. They usually call people by name. And this Miao is said to be in the same family as the head of Miaojia Village five generations ago, and the relationship so far has made Aunt Hua consciously have a different status in the village.

    So Aunt Hua stepped in when she heard the words, but she was not afraid, "Isn't the business just what you want! As long as Dalang is willing to sell, who will take care of it? Besides, who doesn’t know how good our family is to Dalang, Dalang’s husband? Lang, isn't it the thread that our family gave? Otherwise, Da Lang, who is twenty-three and four, is still out of shape. Where can I marry such a beautiful brother!"