This martial arts practice is really costly. As for the expenses required to supplement various meats, this is already a small amount of money compared to the prescription.

Back in the small room, the medicinal materials I needed had been ground into powder and filled them in paper bags, with the names of the medicinal materials marked on them.

Mao Liwang has been staying here, so Cheng Kong is not worried about anything wrong.

At this time, the young clerk also took over the payment for the medicinal materials sold by Maoliwang, which cost several hundred yuan, which was quite a considerable income compared to Maoliwang.

After all, buying low and selling high is a way for merchants to make money, and Maoliwang will not accuse the store of making money. If the price is too low, it is just a replacement for the company.

After more than 60,000 yuan of medicinal materials were ground into powder, they were only put in a cloth bag, and a lot of space inside was still occupied by paper bags.

After leaving the medicinal materials market, Cheng Kong and Mao Liwang agreed to meet in Shuilong Township the next day and parted ways.

Na Maoliwang was in a hurry to go to the county town to purchase daily necessities, while Cheng Kong was busy going to the slaughterhouse.

With the tide of reform and opening up, the current slaughterhouses are no longer just patents exclusive to meat-related factories. Several slaughterhouses have been opened large and small near the suburbs of County A.

The golden beetle in Cheng Kong's pocket needs to be eaten by meat to reproduce, and Cheng Kong also wanted to see if the golden beetle could reproduce here.

You must make plans for everything first. If you are busy at the end of the day, it will probably be too late.

It is easy to find a slaughterhouse, and there is a medicinal material market. If you turn left less than 500 meters, you will have one.

Cheng Kong took the taxi before and looked at it.

The slaughterhouse is not big. When Cheng Kong passed by, he happened to meet a truck pulling a fat pig to be slaughtered in. After the truck entered, an old man was about to close the door, but Cheng Kong stopped by greeting him.

"Is there anything wrong?" The old man was probably in his sixties and was smiling.

"Yes, old man, I want to buy some pork, pig blood, pigs in the water, etc."

Cheng Kong smiled, took out a cigarette, sent one to the old man in the door, and lit one by himself and lighted the lighter.

The cigarette was a door hammer. When the cigarette was fired, the old man spoke more kindly: "Young man, the pig blood and pigs we have here are generally not taken out, they are all booked."

Cheng Kong was stunned. He originally thought that if he could not buy something with money? Now it seems that such a thing is really happening.

This old man is a chatterbox. I guess no one talks to him when guarding the gate. Now a young man is poking here. The rare opportunity made Cheng Kong understand.

There are two types of pigs transported to slaughter in this slaughterhouse. One is collected by the pig dealer and asked the slaughterhouse to help slaughter. This charges are charged, so whether it is the slaughtered pork or pig blood or the pigs are put into the water, they are all from other pig dealers and have nothing to do with the slaughterhouse.

The second type is the pigs collected by the owner of the slaughterhouse. After killing them, the pork, pig blood, and pigs were distributed and someone ordered them.

In other words, slaughterhouses do not do retail business.

As soon as he heard the old man's words, Cheng Kong became a muggle. Could it be that he went to the vegetable market to buy meat?

If you want to throw the golden beetle into the wilderness, it may not be able to find food for itself. Rabbits and pheasants do not have them, but mice always have them.

But Cheng Kong spent a thousand gold coins to bring this golden beetle, and he just released it like this. He was a little worried. If it was gnawed by some dog, cat, or a group of mice, he would really be crying.

The old man said for a long time, and saw Cheng Kong being stunned and not speaking, and his words were gone, he asked, "Young man, are you going to hold a banquet at home?"

"Ah, yes, I'm admitted to university, I'll do it and it's lively." Cheng Kong didn't even frown when he said lies, and he said it casually.

"In this way, you might as well buy a pig and send it to kill. It is much better than buying meat alone. This is my son. If you send the pig, I will ask him to give you a discount."

This old man is not simple. As he speaks, he attracts customers for his business.

"Oh, OK."

Cheng Kong responded to a few words, turned around and left, but the old man's words opened up Cheng Kong's clues.

I was really stupid. I came here to buy pork. I went to buy a pig. I didn’t even have to give it to the slaughterhouse, and I just went out and it was a fruit. Anyway, I didn’t want to eat pork.

Thinking of this, Cheng Kong smiled on his face, stood by the roadside, and reached out to wave a taxi.

“Where to go?”

"Go to Shuilong Township."

I won’t go back to the county town, so I will go to Shuilong Township immediately. In Shuilong Township, as long as I have money, how big is it to buy a pig?

The taxi driver was happy. It costs at least twenty yuan to go to Shuilong Township. The taxi likes to go far away. Not to mention the full charge, he can also attract a few guests returning to the city when he goes back, and he can earn at least thirty yuan in one trip.

The county town is going to market today, while Shuilong Township is on Monday. So when Cheng Kong got off the bus, he felt that the street was empty and there were not many people.

This is easier to buy a pig by finding an acquaintance, and it is impossible to ask from door to door.

Cheng Kong walked around the street before finding an acquaintance on the table outside a teahouse, Ni Yuanjie, deputy director of the Family Planning Office.

Cheng Kong remembers that Ni Yuanjie is a native of Shuilong Township. He doesn’t know which village he is. He is not an organizational officer, so it is impossible for him to remember these things.

"Director Ni, you are having a very leisurely life."

Cheng Kong smiled, greeted him and sat down.

"Director Cheng, aren't you on vacation today? Old Li, come and have a bowl of tea."

When Ni Yuanjie saw that it was Director Cheng of the office, he couldn't help but hurriedly ordered the tea boss to serve tea.

Although Cheng Kong's boss left, he was promoted, the county standing committee member and the secretary of the economically strong town, with both real power and status, and the two were one.

Ni Yuanjie dared not offend Director Cheng. Although he has no backer in Shuilong Township now, who knows when he was transferred?

It is no luck to offend such a person.

As soon as Cheng Kong told the matter, Ni Yuanjie immediately said that the matter was covered by himself. Then he took out his cell phone, made a phone call, and then smiled at Cheng Kong: "The matter is settled. Ni Yuanjun, the village director of Sanchakou Village, said that there are just a few pigs in their family, why don't we go and have a look?"

Cheng Kong knew that the village director of Sanchakou Village, and also knew that the two were related and very close. You can tell just by looking at their names. One was Ni Yuanjie and the other was Ni Yuanjun.

It doesn’t matter to Cheng Kong. Which pig is not bought? As long as you pay for it yourself, you are not afraid of what others say.

"How many pigs do you want?"

Ni Yuanjie thought for a while and then asked.

"How many?" Cheng Kong originally thought that one pig would be enough, but then he thought that it would be better to have two more pigs. After all, the snake meat is a Hydra, so the pork is probably a little worse.

Besides, Cheng Kong also wanted to try out the attack power of the Golden Beetle, so he simply bought a few more heads.

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