Good heavens, Aunt Zhao and her family are such troublemakers, they can actually say such human things?

Not only were the surrounding villagers frightened, but even Grandpa Zhang, who was involved, was caught off guard.

After a long pause, he returned to a state of resistance and said angrily.

"How old is that rich woman? She says eating this will cause her to get the plague, is it really true that she will get the plague?!"

“I’m telling you, I’ve eaten more salt than she’s eaten rice, and I’ve never seen any of the plague she’s talking about, nor will I ever believe it!”

"I absolutely have to eat this pork today!"

As he spoke, he tried to rush forward again.

Li Cuilan pretended to join the group pulling people in, and the group pulled Grandpa Zhang tightly.

Continue to persuade patiently and earnestly.

"Uncle Zhang, of course we know that you've eaten more salt than a rich woman has eaten rice."

"To be honest, we don't believe what she's saying about the plague either, but think about it, why would you offend Uncle Village Head over a piece of meat?"

They lowered their voices.

“It’s obvious that Uncle Lizheng is on Fugui’s side now. If you insist on eating there and offend them, not to mention how much less money you’ll earn from Fugui next year, Uncle Lizheng alone will be in for a lot of trouble.”

“The village head is in charge of the annual tax revenue. What if she finds some excuse to charge you more taxes, or insists that the grain you give is not enough and demands that you give more?”

For the simple, honest rural people, this is definitely the highest level of intimidation.

Grandpa Zhang was immediately terrified and broke out in a cold sweat. He dared not shout about wanting to eat wild boar meat anymore.

It's not worth it for such a small piece of meat!

He slunk home.

Other villagers who were also craving meat were also awakened by what Aunt Zhao and her family said, and no one went to stop Wangli Town from burying meat.

"You know what, although what Aunt Zhao's family said today was a bit harsh and slandered Wang Lizheng and Fugui's character, it actually solved the problem."

"Yeah, I never thought that even a troublemaker could have a day when he had bad intentions but did good deeds!"

Many villagers found it both touching and amusing.

Wan Shu felt that the Zhao family's attitude today was really too strange.

Before she could think any further, her head started throbbing again.

Seeing that her complexion was not right, Dazhu reached out to check her and was immediately shocked: "Oh no! Mother, it seems that you have a fever again. I will take you back now and find a doctor to prescribe medicine."

After saying that, he carried Wan Shu on his back and started walking back.

As Wan Shu lay on Da Zhu's back, she vaguely thought that her illness this time was so serious that it couldn't just be from catching a cold, but rather from contracting some kind of virus.

The virus came on fiercely, and it's very difficult to get better just by taking traditional Chinese medicine.

In order to prevent this illness from killing her, Wan Shu immediately found a time when no one was watching over her and bought some antiviral and antipyretic medicine from the system store and took it.

The medicine probably contained sedative ingredients. After taking it, her symptoms were quickly relieved, but she soon fell into a deep sleep again.

She slept very soundly and for a long time.

He didn't wake up until the moon rose above the treetops.

At this time, most people in the village were still asleep, but Zhao Da Niang and her family, as soon as they saw that it was getting dark, immediately took their shovels and quietly went out to the place where Wang Li was burying dead pig meat during the day.

"Hmph, I don't believe in any plague. The reason Wan Shu said that is simply because she is heartless and doesn't want us to have meat to eat, so she deliberately sabotages us."

"It's just that my family is clever; they saw through her scheme right away and even tricked all the other meat-loving people into going back home!"

Aunt Zhao stood with her hands on her hips, beaming with pride.

"Now all the dead pig meat is ours!"

Grandpa Zhao kicked her: "Stop being so smug! Hurry up and dig, or you'll be in trouble if someone finds out!"

To prevent the spread of the plague, Wang Lizheng dug a pit nearly ten meters deep when burying the meat.

Grandpa Zhao and his family dug for several hours, until it was almost dawn, before they finally dug up the dead pig meat from the ground.

The pig drowned two days ago.

Although the weather isn't hot now, it's not hot enough to achieve a refrigeration effect, let alone being buried in the ground for a whole day.

The wild boar meat that had been dug up was already somewhat smelly, and its color had become very strange, turning an eerie grayish-white.

But Aunt Zhao and her family didn't mind at all; they even quoted Uncle Zhang's famous saying.

"Hmph, I've eaten more salt than Wan Shu has eaten rice. She doesn't know anything about good meat. This kind of meat is the most delicious!"

Grandpa Zhao remained as pragmatic as ever: "Alright, stop showing off! Hurry back and cook some meat! Otherwise, when it gets light and everyone's still asleep, they'll smell the meat in our house and come to take it from us!"

"That won't do! We dug out these dead pigs all night with great effort, we absolutely can't let them be taken away!"

Aunt Zhao quickly called Zhao Ergou and Li Cuilan over to move the meat.

Just as they were about to move to her doorstep, she seemed to suddenly remember something and pulled Zhao Ergou aside to give him instructions.

"Send half of the meat to your uncle!"

Zhao Ergou complained, "This is meat that we worked hard all night to dig out. My uncle didn't do anything, so why should he get half of it!"

"Just because he's your uncle! He's the only heir in our Wang family!" Aunt Zhao glared at him fiercely.

"Go quickly, and while you're at it, cook something for your uncle before you come back. Make sure he eats his fill! Once he's well-fed and strong, he can get married and carry on the Wang family line!"

Bah! He's surnamed Zhao, he doesn't care about the Wang family's lineage.

Zhao Ergou cursed inwardly, but he couldn't go against his mother's wishes, so he carried half of the dead pig's meat to Wang Dajiao's house and helped her cook it.

To be honest, the taste of rotten, dead pig meat after cooking is really not good.

Wang Dajiao and Zhao Da Niang's family had not eaten meat for a long time, so they felt that this was a rare and precious thing.

However, when placed in the hands of Emperor Hongxing, who was accustomed to eating delicacies, he found it difficult to swallow.

"What kind of meat is this? Why does it taste so awful?"

Emperor Hongxing could only eat a couple of bites before he couldn't eat anymore. He put down his chopsticks and questioned the servant beside him with dissatisfaction.

The servant looked helpless: "My lord, this isn't the capital. Besides, Jingzhou Prefecture was hit by disaster these past two days, and there's a food shortage. This bowl of meat was obtained with great difficulty. For your health, please eat a little more. Look at you, you've come all this way..."

The servant was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly realized that they were traveling incognito, so he had to change his words.

"Look at you, you've only been out of the mansion for two days, and you've already lost a lot of weight."