However, Yang Baiyi's prestige in Chenjiatun was too high. Whenever he said something unfavorable to Yang Baiyi, there would always be some unruly people who would jump out to speak for him.

After trying several times, Yang Baiyi didn't suffer any losses, but he was very angry.

"Of course it's true, Huang Zhiqing. Everyone in the village knows about this."

"I'm planning to buy a few pounds of meat for the New Year. We can't hunt, so we can only buy it with money."

The women looked at each other and said to Huang Qiuxia with a solemn oath.

"Aunts, you guys talk here, I'll go over there."

Huang Qiuxia left thoughtfully. She was not a fool and wanted to find a few more people to confirm.

"Cui'e, do you think she will report it to the commune?"

Miao Guilan saw that Huang Qiuxia's reaction was not strong, and was a little unsure about Huang Qiuxia's attitude.

"Never mind her. It's her business whether she goes or not. It won't affect us."

"Poor fifth daughter of ours, she's still suffering on the farm. The last time I visited her, she was so skinny she looked unrecognizable."

The women talking on the roadside were actually the mothers of a few second-rate guys.

Huang Qiuxia asked several people indirectly and came to the conclusion that these wild boars were indeed for sale.

By the evening, all the pork had been cut up, and the pig heads and offal were soaked in a large basin.

Chen Baiwang announced that at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, all members and educated youth would go to the brigade to share the meat.

The domestic pigs are distributed equally among all owners, and wild boar meat is 50 cents per pound. You can decide how much to buy.