The next day, as promised, Yang Family went to Xiatang Market and returned with two sets of pig offal. Because she was also buying some large bones, the butcher gave her a good price on the offal, so it only cost an extra six cents.
Juhua stared excitedly at the limp, floppy pig intestines. She thought of a common rural insult: "You're just like pig intestines—a long string when you pick them up, a sloppy puddle when you put them down." It meant someone was a hopeless case. But right now, she felt a special fondness for them. 'This is all money!'
'If I cook all this and sell it for one cent a large ladle, I could sell dozens of scoops! If I mix in some green garlic and pickled vegetables, won't there be even more? And there's also the heart, lungs, and stomach… aiyo, this is basically free money being handed to me!'
