Husband, Let Me Touch Your Abs

Chapter 33

The four of them devoured an entire pig's leg, even picking the crispy cartilage off the bones.

It had to be said that wild boar meat was truly delicious—far better than the pork they had at the Liang ceremony! Especially the skin on the leg, which was sticky and chewy in the mouth.

Lu Yao belched contentedly. How nice it would be if they could have pork whenever they wanted, but with the current price of pork, it was quite difficult. At forty to fifty wen per catty, a catty of pork could buy half a catty of millet.

After finishing their meal, Zhao Beichuan fed the mule some hay. Today, the two planned to go to town to fetch their cart.

Lin Daman pushed his cart to sell tofu, while Lu Yao asked him to find out if any family in the village had a ewe that had just given birth, so he could help buy some sheep's milk back.

The piglets they brought back yesterday were already squealing from hunger.

Zhao Xiaonian held a piglet and said sympathetically, "Sister-in-law, come back soon, or the piglets will starve to death."

"Don't worry, they won't starve. Just don't play with them too much."

Zhao Beichuan placed half a side of pork on the mule's back, hanging the pig's head alongside it, securing everything with ropes, and took a knife and scale.

"Lu Yao, are you ready?"

"Yeah, coming." Lu Yao walked out with a backpack, his hair tied up in a bun at the back of his head, covered with a light-colored linen cloth, revealing a stretch of white neck. He looked even more handsome, like a tender young scallion.

Zhao Beichuan glanced at him a few times, then they walked out together.

Today was the Mid-Autumn Festival, also known as the Autumn Festival, one of the major holidays besides New Year's. Many villagers went to the market to buy things.

Along the way, Lu Yao encountered many familiar faces. In recent days, he had become recognizable selling tofu, and everyone greeted him, calling him "Tofu Lad."

This nickname made Lu Yao a bit embarrassed. Fortunately, he sold tofu; otherwise, he might have been called "Pork Lad."

"Tofu Lad, are you going to the market to sell meat?" The carpenter Ding drove his mule cart past them. His family was one of the few in the village who owned a mule.

"Yes, Da Chuan hunted a wild boar yesterday, and we can't eat it all, so we're selling some."

"Oh, it's wild boar! How much per catty?"

Lu Yao thought for a moment. In town, the price was fifty wen per catty, so he decided to sell it cheaper to make it more attractive.

"Selling it for fifty wen to others, but I'll give it to you for forty-five wen per catty, Uncle Ding."

Ding immediately stopped his mule. "Whoa, cut me two catties. I want to treat my little grandson!"

"Sure thing." Lu Yao led the mule, and Zhao Beichuan took down the pork, placing it on Ding's cart to cut it. He selected a piece with more fat.

Lu Yao weighed it. "Two and three-tenths catties, one hundred and three wen. One hundred wen is fine."

Ding cheerfully opened the wooden box on his cart, taking out a string of coins and handing it to Lu Yao. "Tofu Lad, you're good at calculating!"

People passing by saw them selling pork and came over to inquire about the price. Lu Yao quoted fifty wen per catty. Some found it too expensive and left, while others bought only half a catty. Lu Yao didn't mind and had Zhao Beichuan cut them the best pieces. They sold five portions and earned over two hundred wen. Then they continued on their way.