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Chapter 5: Can this stuff ever be fresh?
Liuhe Slaughterhouse.
When Gu Bai arrived at Liu Wu's pork farm on his tricycle, there was only one pig left.
"You only received this one pig?" Gu Bai asked in confusion.
Even if something goes wrong at the Dalushan breeding farm, Liu Wu has other options; he can't just accept one animal.
Liu Wu, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, said, "This was specially saved for you; otherwise, you wouldn't even see a single pig hair."
"Those pork vendors, buying them all night? What happened to not going out after dark?" The rule-abiding White Bone Demon lamented in anguish.
They lack martial ethics, are extremely law-abiding, and don't value their own lives at all.
"There is a shortage of pork everywhere. Frozen pork has been almost completely sold out, and fresh pork is in high demand."
Liu Wu explained, "Some people queued all night and couldn't even buy a single pig hair. The order from above prohibited hoarding and speculation, and the meat from the slaughterhouse had to be sold. This pig was only kept because you had ordered it."
"Thank you very much, Uncle Liu," Gu Bai said quickly.
"Don't thank me. By the way, take this tag. Starting tomorrow, buy pork according to this tag."
Liu Wu took out a sign that read "Slaughterhouse Meat Purchase Permit": "There are also regulations on the quantity now; you can only buy one head of animal."
"Is the situation already that difficult?"
"It's tough. Last night we got news that two more pig farms nearby have had problems. The live pigs need to be observed for more than three days and checked repeatedly before they can be sold."
Liu Wu took a deep drag on his cigarette and exhaled smoke rings: "This world is getting more and more sinister. I heard that the sick pig that was sold yesterday killed a couple. The man's name was Li Dashan, I think, but I don't know the woman's. They only left behind a seven-year-old child. It's pitiful."
Before Gu Bai could speak, Liu Wu said thankfully, "That person who sold the diseased pigs will never get out of here. Luckily you reminded me, otherwise I would have lost my family too."
"One pig it is fine, do you still have fresh pig blood?" Gu Bai asked.
A bowl of soup after a meal is a sign of the White Bone Demon's self-cultivation.
"Hey, I knew you liked this, so I saved you a bowl." Liu Wu walked to the side and showed a porcelain bowl covered with a white cloth, filled with fresh pig's blood.
What's the price today?
"Same as always, seven yuan."
"Are you paying me out of your own pocket?"
"I've already made quite a bit of money, so I won't make any more money off you. I bought them for a little over five yuan each. After selling the pig offal and adding your initial investment, I won't lose money," Liu Wu waved his hand.
Gu Bai carried the pork into the car. Before leaving, Liu Wu continued, "Little Gu, remember to stock up on masks, gloves, and things like that. There are too many mosquitoes. If you don't buy them now, you won't be able to buy them anymore. I heard that from now on, you won't be allowed to go out without a mask."
"Okay," Gu Bai replied.
When I arrived at the market, it was already crowded with people, all of whom were wearing masks and scarves around their necks, covering themselves up completely.
The two pork vendors had already sold out and were closing up shop.
"No more meat, no more meat, the slaughterhouse is out of meat too, don't wait anymore." After saying that, Yu Yourong packed up his stall and left.
"Little Gu is here."
"Xiao Gu, what's the price today?"
"Why is it just a pig?"
"Same as yesterday, eighteen pig's trotters..."
Gu Bai did not raise prices. Even if the price were raised to an astronomical level, he wouldn't make much money selling a pig.
However, he reserved one for himself in advance this time.
I need to eat my fill first, otherwise, driven by instinct, I might want to try the food of the guests.
The pig sold out quickly, and Gu Bai didn't stay long before riding his tricycle home.
It was still early, so after putting the pork away, Gu Bai went out to buy face masks.
As a result, all the surrounding pharmacies were sold out; cold medicine and fever reducers were all out of stock.
"Sigh, I'm a bit too careless about this," Gu Bai muttered. "Go see Old Wang."
Old Wang can even get medical-grade catgut, let alone masks and fever reducers.
The small shop has great capabilities.
Even if the source is questionable, as long as the product itself is legitimate, that's fine.
Old Wang and Magan were sitting in front of the convenience store smoking.
Upon seeing him, Ma Gan's eyes widened in astonishment.
"You're here so early this time?" Old Wang asked in surprise.
In the past, Gu Bai would come about once every two weeks, but the last time he bought sheep gut thread, it had only been a few days.
"Buy some face masks," Gu Bai said.
"Five yuan each, price for acquaintances."
"Holy crap, five yuan?"
"Don't think it's expensive. You could sell it for ten yuan now and people would buy it," Old Wang said.
"Then I'll buy one."
"A box of a hundred... What? Just one? No way, we don't sell them like that."
Old Wang, who was about to stand up, sat back down: "Who knows when this mosquito problem will end? What can one mask do? Masks are consumables; you have to change them every two or three hours."
"Alright then, one box, please." Gu Bai had no choice; he couldn't go out without a mask.
They also need to earn a living.
Life is tough, even the White Bone Demon sighs.
Old Wang smiled, his eyes narrowing, and whispered, "Brother, do you want any other good stuff?"
"What good stuff?" Gu Bai asked curiously.
"Blood," Old Wang whispered.
"Human?"
"Nonsense, why would I sell you a beast?" Old Wang said irritably.
"Can I take a look at the goods?" The White Bone Demon swallowed a mouthful of non-existent saliva without any self-respect.
"Come with me."
Old Wang led him into the convenience store, up the narrow stairs to the second floor.
The second floor is filled with various medical supplies and a large freezer.
Old Wang opened the freezer, which was filled with blood bags.
What the hell!
Who exactly is the White Bone Demon, and who dares to hoard grain like this?
"Want some?" Old Wang said with a smile, "It's not expensive at all, only a thousand a bag."
Gu Bai was completely shocked by the blood; considering the price, it wasn't expensive at all.
Although it's only 200 milliliters, it's human blood!
"Can I handle it? Without opening the package," Gu Bai asked.
He could smell the delicious aroma even through the bag, but it wasn't very fresh and didn't have much yang energy left.
"Of course." Old Wang gestured for him to enter.
Gu Bai examined each bag, then frowned: "Nothing fresh? It's all old stuff."
Old Wang paused for a moment, glanced at the date on the bag, and forced a smile: "How fresh do you want it to be?"
"Do you have any today?" Gu Bai asked.
"Stop messing around, this stuff doesn't come out today. This isn't your place, you can't just buy it fresh, can you?" Old Wang said irritably.
Where am I?
Gu Bai was taken aback. Pig's blood?
That's true, there's no fresh of this stuff except at blood banks.
"You dare to sell P-grade blood?" Gu Bai was shocked as he held a bag of blood.
Old Wang's approach is a bit too unconventional; the rarity of this blood type is as high as 0.001%.
Out of a population of one million, only about eight people possess the P bloodline.
I don't know if it's because human blood has more yang energy, or because of the rare blood type, but a year ago, there was still a lot of yang energy.
"What's the big deal? We don't need it anyway." Old Wang curled his lip. "Of all my blood, this bag is the hardest to sell. The others take at least six months to sell."
"Awesome, I want this bag. Can I ask about the blood type?" The White Bone Demon was finding it hard to resist the temptation.
"I don't know either. I only sell blood, not people." Old Wang waved his hands repeatedly. He was just a trafficker and wouldn't do something so outrageous.
Rare blood types are rare, but that doesn't necessarily mean they're expensive.
Rare blood types also mean fewer people use them, and it's very likely that they won't be used for decades.
"Next time you have rare blood types, save some for me, I'll pick out two more bags."
The White Bone Demon was overwhelmed by the choices, but due to her empty pockets, she picked out two more bags of blood that still had some yang energy.
"I have new stock every day, you can come anytime."