Chapter 61 Chapter 61 A Heroine Saves a Beauty
Here, the sounds of gongs, drums and laughter filled the air, while from the Zhoujiatun Brigade next door, the sounds of cursing and hunting were everywhere.
Fortunately, these pigs rushed out in full view of the public, making them easier to catch than the Dongfeng Brigade which escaped for a long time before being discovered. Plus, pigs these days are no more valuable than one’s life force, so the people of Zhoujiatun desperately chased and intercepted them for most of the day and finally captured them one by one.
Everyone gathered around the pigpen with lingering fears and counted the pigs for the umpteenth time to reassure themselves.
Village Party Secretary Zhou Yougen looked down with a donkey face, looking at his team members in a mess, with bruised faces and noses, grass leaves and dirt all over their heads, and dust and bruises on their faces. They looked like defeated soldiers, and he felt terrible.
Shameful! It's so embarrassing!
Their Zhoujiatun Brigade was beaten into this state by those donkeys from the Dongfeng Brigade on their own territory. If this got out, it would be a laughing stock!
Fortunately, those bastards from the Dongfeng Brigade only dragged back a pig. Anyway, the pig was picked up by them, so it was not a big loss.
Zhou Yougen tried to comfort himself in his heart, forcing himself to ignore the hard work their team had put in feeding the pigs during this period.
——He’s working for those bastards next door for nothing!
Zhou Yougen inhaled and exhaled for a long time but still couldn't calm down. He glared and cursed: "The East Wind Brigade should be renamed the Northwest Wind Brigade. They are so poor that they are peeing blood, but they still mobilized such a large force to rob a pig. They are really stingy!"
"There are roots! There are roots!"
The old lady whose face was scratched into potato shreds by Grandma Sun shouted in panic: "Oh no, those dogs and turtles didn't take away their pigs, but our biggest pig king!!!"
"What????"
The people of Zhoujiatun were shocked and finally shifted their focus away from the number of pigs and began to carefully observe the appearance of the pigs in the pigsty - even more seriously than on the day they married their new daughter-in-law.
Let me emphasize again that pigs were treasures in this era. The children of the village team members often walked around the pigpen after work, looking at the pigs grunting and panting in the pigpen and imagining the scene of slaughtering pigs and eating meat during the New Year. All the fatigue of the day seemed to disappear.
After years of such close scrutiny, they were familiar with every hair on each pig, but at least they could tell which was which - they even gave the pigs names privately.
For example, the biggest one, they call it the Pig King.
Now they looked and saw that it was indeed gone. They were instantly frightened - the pig weighed almost 150 kilograms.
The pigs nowadays are all local black pigs, which are not easy to grow meat. In addition, people don’t have enough food these days, so pigs eat grass and pot water every day. It is not easy for them to grow to 120 or 130 pounds!
What does a 150-pound pig mean? Nanbowan is at the top of the pig purchasing station, with so much meat and fat that it is worth more than gold.
Such a good pig king was stolen away by the Dongfeng Yinbi who just beat them? !
Someone immediately said angrily: "No, why didn't these idiots stick out their big horns to take a good look when they were moving? If it's their pig, then just move it! They want to exchange their sharp-nosed pork ribs for our pig king, they must be so angry that they are rubbing their abacus!"
To be fair, the pig from the Dongfeng Brigade could not be considered a skinny pig - it weighed about 120 pounds, which was considered a relatively plump pig.
But their Pig King has one hundred and fifty! There's a difference of about twenty or thirty kilograms!
About twenty or thirty pounds! Each family can get an extra 300-400 grams!
Especially since this advantage was snatched from them and given to the Dongfeng Brigade, it is even more heartbreaking and heartbreaking.
The more they thought about it, the more indignant they became. They all started talking at once: "No, Secretary, we have to go find them to exchange it back!"
Zhou Yougen's face turned pale and blue, and he finally gritted his teeth and said, "Yes! Why should those dogs get a bargain?"
"What did you say?" The captain looked at Zhou Yougen in front of him in some surprise. Not only him, but the villagers around him were all staring at the opposite side in surprise.
It was a rare occasion to have such a delicious meal. Even after the celebration banquet was over, no one rushed back home. Instead, they gathered in groups of three or four under the trees at the entrance of the village to enjoy the cool and chat, both to help digest the food and to prolong this happy time.
The result is this bunch of annoying things.
"Yes!" Zhou Yougen gritted his teeth and said, and the group of team members behind him, who were eager but ragged like little chickens, also stared at them angrily, "Give our pigs back!"
Zhou Yougen pushed a pig lying on the ground and grunting in front of him and said, "You moved the wrong pig. This one belongs to your team! This one has a pointed nostril! The old woman in your team also said that your pigs have pointed nostrils!"
"Pah!" When Granny Sun saw that she was being talked about, she jumped up like a grasshopper - it was amazing that she was still so agile at her age. "I'm a blind old woman and my eyesight is blurry. My brain is not working well at my age. What's wrong with me saying something wrong by mistake?"
Zhou Yougen looked unhappy: "Auntie, we have to be conscientious."
conscience? Mrs. Sun has no conscience!
She put her hands on her hips and said, "You said this pig is us. What evidence do you have?"
She called out "pig" twice, and the pig, which had walked for several miles, lay on the ground like a dead pig, motionless.
She sighed: "I called it but it didn't respond to me. How can you say it's our pig?"
The old lady who had been arguing with Grandma Sun stood up and said, "The curl on the tail of our team is..."
Song Ruan, who was gnawing on the pig's tail, raised her head, and the little tip at the corner of her mouth was particularly obvious.
The old lady's face changed and she screamed, "What are you eating!"
Song Ruan: (innocent) (simple) (chew chew chew)
She was about to pounce on him.
The captain quickly stood in front of Song Ruan and said, "Hey, why are you scaring the kid?"
Song Ruan quickly cooperated with a soft moan, looking like a pure white lotus.
Old lady: “…”
Old lady: “???”
Do you think that if you make such a noise I won't be able to recognize you as the female King Kong who ran away carrying our team's pig king? ? ! !
What are you pretending for! ! !
The team leader said to Zhou Yougen with a somewhat apologetic tone (actually he was very happy): "Yougen, I think you must have made a mistake. This is really not our team's pig. Our team's pigs have just been slaughtered. I thought everyone must be tired recently, so I prepared a pig-killing banquet to replenish everyone's energy."
Zhou Yougen:? ? ?
The autumn harvest has been over for so long, why are you so tired? You're tired because you walked ten miles in the morning to come to their team to steal pigs and then beat them up, right?
His face twisted: "Old Wang, this is you being unreasonable."
The team leader dealt with the troubles of the geniuses in the village every day. He learned a lot from what he saw and heard, and he was very confident: "Yougen, what are you talking about? How can I be unreasonable? You said this is our pig, why is our pig in your team?"
He didn't feel guilty at all. No matter what he said, even if he reported it to the commune leaders, they were always right!
It was the Zhoujiatun Brigade that stole their pigs first. They just drove their own pigs back, but not the lost one - how could a pig still say whose pig it belonged to?
Besides, the pig has already been stomached, if you have the ability, compare it with what they poop out!
If Zhou Yougen dared to go to the leader, he would dare to say that they were the ones who stole things and wanted to blackmail people!
The captain's back is as straight as steel.
Zhou Yougen also knew this truth. His expression changed and he finally said coldly: "Okay, okay, I underestimated you! I didn't expect you to be such a person! Let's go!"
"Secretary Zhou..."
Some villagers were unwilling to accept this.
Zhou Yougen raised his voice: "Let's go! Don't you think it's not embarrassing enough?"
After all, after years of tyranny, the villagers finally followed reluctantly.
But they humans can walk, and they sleep after eating on weekdays. The pigs can't stand it, and they fall to the ground and get angry.
The people in Zhoujiatun had no choice but to carry the goods along.
Grandma Sun followed and taunted, "What a useless bunch of grown men! It takes four people to lift a pig, but Xiao Song from our team can lift it with just one hand. You are so weak."
Zhou Yougen's forehead was throbbing with veins, and he sneered, "A little girl..."
Song Ruan reached for the gong that the captain had placed next to his chair and banged it: "Farewell, Uncle Yougen! Farewell, Uncle Yougen!"
Hu Tou now admired Song Ruan the most, and he also shouted: "Rest in peace, Uncle You Gen!"
The other children followed suit, and in an instant their childish and clear chatter merged into a unified voice: "Rest in peace, Uncle Yougen!"
It was as if Zhou Yougen had passed away.
Zhou Yougen almost fainted. He shook his hands violently and turned away.
There was a joyful atmosphere under the tree.
The strong smell of meat lingered for several days, but people had gradually settled into their new lives. People in the countryside rarely have free time these days, and there is always work to do here and there - winter is approaching, and they have to store sauerkraut, pickle vegetables, make hemp ropes, and save firewood for the winter. They are very busy.
Song Ruan also went up the mountain to chop firewood - although she asked the children to help her with most of the work, she still had to pretend.
Han Zhenzhen went to the commune again, but she was not lonely. She led her little donkey, whose legs and feet were almost intact, and walked up the mountain unsteadily.
Since she was already on the mountain, Song Ruan didn't plan to just pick up firewood and go back. She walked deeper into the forest, intending to catch a roe deer or a rabbit for a change of taste.
But today was strange. She had been walking for an hour or so, but she didn't see any rabbits or roe deer, or even a pheasant feather.
But people always keep paying for sunk costs - she has been gone for so long, if she gives up now wouldn't all that be wasted?
So she continued walking deeper into the mountains.
As I was walking, I suddenly heard a series of thudding sounds, as if something big was hitting a tree.
Song Ruan's eyes suddenly lit up. Big stuff is great, especially now there is no one in this deep forest, it doesn’t matter if she swallows it all!
Anyway, her localization is already very successful, so there is no need to add icing on the cake - what if others think it is easy for her to make things, and they order her around every day? A favor is a grudge.
Yes, she is such a cold, stingy and greedy woman!
She ran towards the sound.
The donkey didn't understand anything, and just followed along, saying "hmm-hmm" like a chick following its mother.
I saw Ning Yuan sitting on a tree, and a wild boar was banging against the tree below.
Although the tree was deep and tall, it could not withstand the impact like a city gate, and it was visibly loosened a lot.
Ning Yuan saw Song Ruan rushing towards him without hesitation like a cannonball. His heart skipped a beat, but he still raised his voice to remind him, "Hurry up, this is the leader..."
He had a delicate appearance to begin with, but now his face was pale and the corners of his mouth were bitten so hard that they were almost bleeding, which added to his broken beauty.
But Song Ruan didn't have time to pay attention. She had already rushed over before she even finished listening to the words.
She looked at the moving braised pork with shining eyes, pounced on it and punched it.
The wild boar fell down before it could turn around, and its four hooves kept twitching.
She went up and continued to hammer the wild boar's head into a rotten watermelon with expert thumps, wiping off the blood that splashed on her face. She said to Ning Yuan on top with high spirits, "It's okay, come down now."
Ning Yuan seemed to have not yet come to his senses, and stared down at her blankly.
Song Ruan suddenly found that his eyes were very beautiful, like obsidian shining in the sun.
She could barely be more patient with good-looking people, and consoled them, "It's okay, I've already killed it."
But it was just a slight hint. If Ning Yuan didn't move, she would stab him down.
——The subsequent treatment of the wild boar has not been discussed yet. With such a living being in front of her, shouldn’t she deal with the issue of sealing it first?
Fortunately, the person came down quickly, and seemed to be away from the line between life and death. Ning Yuan's face gradually regained its rosy color.
"Thank you, if it wasn't for you..." It seemed that he hadn't talked to someone face to face for a long time, and he stumbled a little, "I, I really don't know how to thank you..."
"It's okay. We are all comrades in the same production team. We should help each other." Song Ruan casually said a few polite words and changed the topic to the wild boar. "Although I killed this wild boar, after all, you found it first and were chased for so long. What are you going to do with it?"
Having been Ning Yuan's neighbor for such a long time, Song Ruan had some understanding of his personality. She knew that although he was a little socially anxious, he was a good person and not a stubborn person. However, she did not intend to directly say that the wild boar should be left alone and they should split it up - after all, this was an era of collectivism.
But you'd better be smart.
Song Ruan was secretly sharpening her knife in her heart.
Ning Yuan said politely, "You killed this wild boar, how can I have the nerve to make comments? Why don't you take it home?"
Song Ruan was satisfied, but she refused hypocritically: "This is not digging into socialism."
"You didn't come here specifically to hunt the wild boar. You did it to save me... so it doesn't count." Ning Yuan's face turned a little red.
"Besides, when everyone goes hunting in the mountains, they all take their prey home. You killed this wild boar by yourself, and it's not that big. It's okay for you to take it back. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone else."
He spoke more and more fluently, and he spoke quite well.
Although this wild boar is not as big as the one Song Ruan killed last time, it still weighs about 100 pounds. It’s a good thing that Ning Yuan could say it’s “not big”.
Song Ruan admired him very much, but she was still determined to drag him into the water - it would be safest if they were tied to a boat: "How about this, since you've been so frightened after all, let's split it in half."
Ning Yuan's fair face turned red again: "No, no, I didn't help at all, but you saved my life..."
Song Ruan finally noticed his expression and was a little surprised - why was this man turning red like a neon light?
The anti-sperm system in my brain understood it, but it sneered and didn't remind me.
The two men were dividing the loot in a very good mood and did not notice that the grass not far away was shaking unnaturally and a pair of yellow animal eyes were quietly peeking out from the gaps between the grass leaves.
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