Sending three deer skeletons all the way to the border just to make soup for them doesn't sound very nice.

I know, I know this is good stuff.

Even those who don't know have to say something to them. At this point, who wouldn't recognize Da Rou?

Even with pork, most people would be eyeing that big, white, fatty cut.

"cough!"

Putting aside others, the people in this house, besides being simple, are also ordinary people. When dividing meat, they prefer fatty pieces. For example, Mingzhu might not be able to bring herself to eat that fatty piece, but that stuff can be used to make lard, which is the main ingredient for cooking in the countryside nowadays.

Especially stews, adding a spoonful of lard immediately changes the flavor. Nowadays, no one is willing to eat so freely, but even when stewing cabbage or sauerkraut, adding just a tiny bit more can make it incredibly delicious.

And then there's the oil-fried dough sticks. In generous families, they'd fill a small bowl and give it to the kids as a snack. They could happily munch on them all day, making the kids so proud they'd brag about it for days.

They just couldn't bear to let the kids finish it all in a few bites. So they chopped it up, added cabbage or sauerkraut, and made dumplings. Even without meat, the oil was still a real treat, and it was a meal to improve their lives.

Simply put, and upon reflection, it does indeed make sense.

"Oh, let's not think too much about it. We don't need this bone anyway. Let's pack it separately and send it to Second Aunt. No matter how you look at it, this thing can be considered a medicinal herb. And since it's a medicinal herb sent to Second Aunt, no one will be watching, right?"

My second aunt is a professional; she should know how to make good use of this.

"At that point, even if she's making soup, it'll be none of our business, right?"

At this point, there's no such thing as wasting food. Other people would chew up every last bone and scrap, so it's natural to follow that habit. To be honest, this stuff only has two uses in her hands: making soup and feeding the dog.

Ugh, I can't think about it, I can't think about it, I'm going to get beaten up.

"Okay, okay, I think it's okay."

"It's just the wrong season. Otherwise, wouldn't it be great to go up the mountain and hunt a few wild boars?"

Mingzhu quickly stopped her wandering thoughts.

"Stop it now, you just came down the mountain, don't keep thinking about it."

Besides, even if you manage to get a truckload of wild boars over there, and then you say, "Oh, these wild boars were all hunted by an eighteen or nineteen-year-old educated youth, oh, and she's a petite female educated youth," does that sound good?

A group of men are eating meat that a young girl bought for them. Shouldn't you at least consider their feelings?

Mingzhu spoke earnestly, but what she really meant was that she had just said it casually and had no intention of putting it into action. Unfortunately, Mingzhu didn't believe her.

Lin Dongfang, standing to the side, suppressed a laugh, his shoulders shrugging, clearly having anticipated this scene as well.

"Yes, yes, you shouldn't think about it anymore, it's really not suitable."

Speechless

"Alright, you guys, I just said it casually, is it really that big of a deal?"

Seeing that he was about to explode, Lin Dongfang simply shut up and went out to the kitchen to continue processing the meat.

Mingzhu reached out and tapped her forehead.

"You're a girl, not a savior, don't worry so much."

She was momentarily stunned. The savior?

These are two words from opposite ends of hundreds of thousands of kilometers, how can they be linked together?

Should we put it on her?

Did I do something that could be misunderstood?

"You're wrong about that. I'm the laziest, greediest, and most ruthless person. What savior? You've got the wrong idea."

Mingzhu didn't argue with her. She realized that even when she wanted to help someone, she would never say it out loud. She was the kind of person who was tough on the outside but soft on the inside.

Now it's not just the villagers who are benefiting from her.

Thinking about it, Mingzhu smiled and shook her head.

"Fine, you decide."

Jian Dan was the youngest in their group, and they had gotten along well before. They had often enjoyed her treats, and given their connection with Cheng Chao, they naturally considered her to be similar to their own younger sister.

Especially in the Ming family's situation, where even their own mother betrayed them, Mingzhu cherishes this rare sisterly bond very much.

Mingzhu and Lin Dongfang had a good idea: quickly get rid of these things so they could stay home and hibernate peacefully.

It can only be said that plans can't keep up with changes. Lin Dongfang had planned everything perfectly, but he didn't sleep all night. He looked at the two pots of braised meat and only managed to doze off for a while by the stove in the early hours of the morning.

He was half asleep when he heard the piercing sound of a horn, which immediately jolted him awake.

This thing is used when people are at work, morning, noon and night, to remind everyone when to start and end work. It hardly makes a sound when people are not at work, and it's quiet even when it rains or work is stopped.

With the snow falling so heavily, what happened?

I just glanced at my watch. It's 6:30 in the morning?

It's just dawn, isn't it?

Thinking about it, I rushed outside. A blast of cold air hit me, instantly dispelling my drowsiness and making me feel incredibly refreshed.

The next second, Liu Weimin's slightly panicked voice came through the loudspeaker.

"Hello? Hello? Hello?"

Fellow villagers, listen to me! Listen to me! Every household should keep a close eye on their children and not let them out of the house.

Listen to me, everyone should close their doors and windows and stay indoors.

Militiamen, militiamen, get to the village office immediately.

The wild boars are coming down the mountain! The wild boars are coming down the mountain! Everyone, please stay home and don't make any noise, especially keep a close eye on your children.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'll say it again."

The door creaked behind it, and Jian Dan stood there, showing no signs of sleepiness.

"The wild boar came down from the mountain?"

“Yes,” Lin Dongfang glanced at Mingzhu inside the door, and at Cheng Rui and Cheng An, who had been startled awake.

"I'm going to check on the village office. You guys lock the door, especially you, don't be reckless."

Jian Dan isn't unaware of the importance of things; she has people she cares about behind her, including several children. She's not that immature.

The courtyard was empty; clearly, his rebellious sons hadn't returned.

"Okay, go ahead. I'll stay home and keep things under control, so don't worry."

Lin Dongfang's lips twitched. "Suppress?"

It sounds like you're talking about something else.

The loudspeaker blared again, and Liu Weimin shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Don't go out! Don't go out! Who let that child out? If you really can't stand it, come to the village office and join the militia to hunt wild boars!"

Lin Dongfang hurriedly went out, quickly locked the door, and returned. He saw Cheng Jia standing at the door of the cowshed. After thinking for a moment, he called Cheng Rui over.

"Do you dare to go out?"

The young boy raised his arm,

"Sister, tell me, what do you want me to do? Kill a wild boar?"

Simple and without hesitation, he slapped her on the arm.

"You're still so young, you're not even as heavy as a wild boar. When you grow up, you'll be just as important as they are."

"Look over there,"

She pointed in the direction of the cowshed.

"You climb over the wall from the backyard, run over and tell them to go inside and hide, and not to come out even if you hear any noise."

You've already talked to the old man; this isn't the time to be reckless. Tell them to protect themselves first. Understand?