"Hey, I'm telling you, don't sell those three little lambs. Aren't you planning to raise them next year?"
Yuanyuan gritted her teeth. "Okay, I won't sell the three little ones. I'll hire someone to help feed them." After all, she'd have to hire someone to raise the ewes too.
"I'll take these two sheep as well. I'll give you a hundred for the ram and eighty for the ewe."
Yuanyuan knew Old Yang was offering a good price, so she nodded, "Alright, take them away today."
Next year will be 1957, and by the end of the year, the communal cooperative will be established, and nothing will belong to us anymore.
After Old Yang had eaten his fill, he took out the money, handing over four hundred for the pigs, a hundred and eighty for the sheep, and eighty-four for the chickens and ducks together. He gave fifteen for the goose.
Yuanyuan looked at the six hundred and eighty yuan on the table, and, with a heavy heart, she put it away.
