"Yes, thank you for your trouble, Aoyama."
Chen Qingshan looked around the oxcart with curiosity, watching the plump pig grunting and squealing.
He stroked his chin, puzzled, and asked, "Are there any pig butchers in the village?"
Chen Gui shook his head. "Go to the neighboring Red Leaf Village and find Butcher Feng?"
Slaughtering a pig is a skilled job, and it also involves the distribution of the pork.
A voice came from over.
"No need, it's just a small matter, why bother others?"
Uncle Chen walked in slowly.
"Uncle."
Uncle Chen gave Chen Yixian a reproachful look. "You're just too honest. People take advantage of you. In my opinion, that wheat is rightfully yours. Without your reminder, the villagers probably wouldn't have had a single meal this year. Harvesting grain? What a joke!"
"I heard that this year in Hongye Village, because some people didn't harvest their wheat early, locusts ate up most of the wheat on the land. Compared to them, the people in our village are so lucky."
Chen Gui was a little embarrassed and glanced at him.
"Brother, calm down. What do you think we should do about this?"
Uncle Chen said helplessly, "Alright, we've already seen Brother Xian buy a pig at the village entrance. He's probably incredibly jealous right now. It's better to share it with them and put an end to their jealousy. That's all we can do for now."
"Brother Xian, don't be so impulsive in the future. Discuss things with your whole family."
Chen Gui: "Okay, Qingshan, go and call everyone. Let's meet under the big banyan tree."
He looked at Uncle Chen with some suspicion.
"Dude, do you really know how to butcher a pig?"
Uncle Chen glanced at him indifferently.
"That's easy, anyone with hands can do it."
Under the big banyan tree.
A pig was already hanging upside down.
A large number of villagers had already gathered around.
"What do you want us for? Are you going to give us some meat?"
“What are you thinking? If it were the price of pork before, it might have been possible. But look at how pork has grown now, it’s forty coins a pound, and some butcher shops can even sell it for forty-two coins. Meat is so precious now.”
I boiled a large basin of water and used it to shave the pig.
Without wasting any words, Uncle Chen rolled up his sleeves and began sharpening the knife on a stone. He scraped the blade with his thumb, added water, and sharpened it a few more times. The gleaming kitchen knife shone brightly in the sunlight.
A knife was plunged straight into the pig's neck.
Hmming and whining.
Below, a large basin catches the pig's blood.
soon.
The pig then fell silent.
Chen Qingshan stood on a large rock and said loudly, "Dazhu's family means that anyone who delivers wheat to his family will receive a pound of pork."
"Huh?"
The eldest son's mother, Gou Dan's mother, Hu Zi's mother, and even Zhang Da Guang, who was busy at work, were the ones who had just spoken ill of Chen Xian's family.
At this moment, his face flushed with embarrassment, and he remained speechless.
Chen Qingshan glanced at them coldly.
“I know what you people are thinking. You’re thinking, I gave Dazhu’s family ten catties of grain, and we didn’t even see a single white flour cake. They’re really stingy.”
"Did they take this grain and sell it, then live a life of luxury?"
He paused.
"If you ask me, this meat shouldn't be given to those of you who like to gossip. You don't deserve it."
"But one thing is one thing, and it's not up to me to decide who gets the meat. Da Zhu's father said that everyone in our village, every single one of them, is called uncle, aunt, grandma, or grandpa. They are all his relatives and family."
"You'd better watch yourselves from now on."
Hearing these words.
Those who had been speaking ill of others were now secretly pinching the back of their hands, gritting their teeth, wishing they could slap themselves hard in the face right now.
"I deserve to die."
"Dazhu's father is a good person!"
"Grandpa Dazhu is the most generous... the most magnanimous person I've ever met in this village!" The child drooled as he looked at the fat pig.
Soon, a sound came from over.
"Dazhu's family is really kind. I've always thought they were all good people since I was a child."
"Yes, yes, all his children are good, especially Dazhu. He knows how to work, is kind-hearted, and often helps the elderly living alone in the village by carrying water and chopping firewood."
"His eldest daughter-in-law is also a good person. She has done a lot of farm work and keeps the yard very clean."
Zhang Daguang stammered.
“Dad Dazhu, how should I put it? With this money, you should renovate your own house. You've already got a wife, why are you still so impetuous? If it were me, I would only think about myself.”
His pants were covered in mud; he had been busy repairing the house for some time now.
After all, they had just gotten married, and they needed to prepare everything, inside and out.
New people, new look.
The villagers scolded, "Da Guang, I'm just asking you, doesn't this meat smell good?"
One sentence silenced Zhang Daguang.
He silently uttered a sentence.
"I'm not as good as him!"
Chen Gui said in a deep voice, "Now, let's welcome Da Zhu's father to give a speech. Everyone, please give him a warm welcome."
Chen Xian stood calmly on the rock.
"Dear uncles, aunts, elders, village head, clan elders, good afternoon."
He then looked around the room, and everyone stared at him, looking puzzled.
Chen Gui had been listening quietly, but upon hearing this familiar opening, he instinctively straightened up. He used to frequently go to the county town to listen to the county magistrate's lectures.
His expression turned serious, and he clapped his hands forcefully.
"good!"
The sparse applause began to pick up.
That feels good.
Chen Xian's expression was serious.
"Dear villagers, I have always felt that Qingxia Village is one big family. We should help each other, work together, strive for excellence, and build a great village in a fast, efficient, and economical way. We should strive to make Qingxia Village an enviable village in the surrounding area within three to five years. As for the relationship between people, I always believe that it should be reciprocal. If you have no rice to cook, I will lend you a hand to help you get through the difficult time. If I have difficulty walking, you can help me clear the weeds in my yard. I am confident that under the leadership of the old village head... village head, our village will definitely move towards a bright tomorrow."
The villagers below listened to Chen Xian speak and sighed with admiration.
Sister Guihua nodded: "As expected of someone who attended school in our village for a year and a half, you speak so well, I'm almost in tears."
Zhang Daguang retorted stubbornly, "Alright, stop talking. It's just these words. I could do it myself."
Uncle Chen smiled and moved closer to him, "Okay, when Brother Xian comes down, you can speak on behalf of everyone."
Zhang Daguang's thick old face flushed red: Can't you let me pretend for a moment?
Chen Xian's mouth was a little dry, so he cleared his throat, and everyone thought he was about to get down.
“Dear family members, I would like to briefly mention the following two points…”
Chen Qingshan was speechless.
Another quarter of an hour passed.
The big yellow dog at the village entrance lay on the ground, its tongue lolling out, its head drooping, and it kept panting.
Chen Gui clicked his tongue and said, "It feels familiar, like I've seen it somewhere before. This kid can really talk, doesn't he get tired of it?"
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