Just as Fu Wan was taking the money, Ye Xiaocui and the others rushed over and saw her. When they saw Fu Wan count out nine ten-yuan bills, Ye Xiaocui immediately became unsettled.
Nine banknotes worth of currency! Has my daughter gone mad?!
However, when Ye Xiaocui saw the venison on the snakeskin bag, she let go of Fu Wan's hand.
Venison, ah, no wonder.
She was the daughter of a hunter, and she knew very well how difficult it was to hunt deer.
Ye Xiaocui's father had hunted deer and roe deer before, but the family was very poor at that time, so he only kept a pair of offal and went to the county town to sell all the meat.
Ye Xiaocui really couldn't describe what venison tasted like.
All she remembered was that the deer offal was one of the most delicious things she had ever eaten in her life.
Fu Wan naturally didn't miss Ye Xiaocui's change in expression. She raised her eyebrows and asked her deliberately, somewhat amused:
"Mom, what do you say? Should we not buy it? I'll do whatever you say!"
"Buy, why not buy? Venison is a good thing. How much is it per pound? Why not buy a lot?"
Ye Xiaocui quickly replied that what she was thinking about was that her husband, Boss Fu, had been recuperating for more than half a year since the accident at sea, and his body seemed to have almost recovered.
But only she, who shared a bed with him, knew that at night, this person's legs and feet were like ice blocks, and no matter how much she tried to warm them up, they wouldn't get warm.
She remembered her father saying that venison was very nutritious, and deer blood was also a good thing. Now that it was rare to find a hunter who had hunted a deer, she had to buy some to take home.
When Huang Tiejun first saw Fu Wan, he felt that the girl looked familiar and somewhat familiar. After Ye Xiaocui came over, he was stunned for a long time before he tentatively called out to her.
"Little Cui?"
Hearing a stranger call her name, Ye Xiaocui looked in surprise in the direction of the voice.
"Who are you……"
"Oh, it's me, Tie Jun, Huang Tie Jun! When I was a kid, I was fostered in Qingshan Village. Didn't I used to go up the mountain with your dad and your brother to catch wild rabbits?"
Huang Tiejun gestured excitedly, and Ye Xiaocui finally remembered.
"Oh my, I was wondering who could catch the deer, it turns out it was Brother Tie Jun."
I really didn't recognize you just now, Awan and Aming, come and call me Uncle!
Oh dear, I've even bought things for my relatives.
"uncle."
"Why!"
Looking at Fu Wan and Fu Ming beside Ye Xiaocui, Huang Tiejun smiled, but his eyes were filled with tears.
His becoming a hunter was inextricably linked to his childhood experiences in Qingshan Village.
Ye Xiaocui's father was the master who brought him into the family.
It's a pity that Ye Xiaocui's father died early. He had heard that Ye Xiaocui had married a fisherman who was neither loved by his father nor his mother, and he felt sorry for his sister.
It seems she's doing quite well now!
After exchanging greetings, Ye Xiaocui inquired about Huang Tiejun's family situation. He had also suffered a tragic fate; his father died early, and his mother passed away from illness when he was five years old.
So Huang Tiejun was fostered at his uncle's house in Qingshan Village until he was ten years old, when his uncle took him back to Qingshui Village.
Nearly thirty years have passed in the blink of an eye. The once thin and short boy has become a burly, bearded man.
"Uncle, take this money. And please get me a bag to put the venison in."
Fu Wan handed the money to Huang Tiejun. Huang Tiejun hesitated for a moment, kept fifty yuan in his hand, and stuffed the rest into Fu Wan's hand.
"Ah Wan, is that your name? I'll just take a small portion of the cost price of this deer; you can keep the rest."
Making money isn't easy, so Xiao Cui's daughter must have a reason for buying so much venison.
He rarely runs into old friends, so he'd rather earn less if he can.
Upon hearing his words, Fu Wan quickly put her hands behind her back.
"No, Uncle, you should keep the money as it is. If you give it back to me, I won't recognize you as my uncle anymore!"
"Yes, Brother Tiejun, keep this money. The weather is so cold, and it's cold and dangerous in the mountains. You should avoid going into the mountains."
"Oh dear, what's going on here..."
Huang Tiejun couldn't argue with them and had no other choice but to think for a moment and then pick up the deer head from the snakeskin bag behind him.
He had originally kept this for his own family to eat during the Chinese New Year, but now he simply gave it to Fu Wan as well.
"Take these and stew them with plenty of firewood; they'll taste pretty good!"
After saying that, he stuffed the urea bag into Fu Wan's hand without saying anything more. Fu Wan couldn't refuse, so she didn't say anything more. She glanced at the time and realized it was already past eleven o'clock. They still needed to see if there was anything they needed to buy.
Otherwise, everyone else would be packing up and leaving.
After saying goodbye to Huang Tiejun, Fu Ming carried the bag of venison towards the police station. It was too heavy; he needed to put it in the car first.
Watching Ye Xiaocui and the others gradually disappear into the distance, Huang Tiejun also picked up the things on the ground and prepared to go home.
The weight and the scale were among the most valuable items in his house, and he couldn't afford to lose them. But just as he picked up the weight, he discovered two neatly folded ten-yuan bills underneath.
Thinking back, it seems that only Ye Xiaocui touched his scale just now. At that time, he thought Fu Wan wanted to check the markings on the scale, but it turns out she was just trying to give him money for the deer head.
Oh dear, a deer head shouldn't cost 20 yuan! Huang Tiejun was annoyed, wanting to chase after it but not wanting to put down what he was holding.
Never mind, when I go to Qingshan Village for the New Year, I'll send a few of the rabbit skins he's collected these past few days to Ye Jianguo so he can help make gloves for those children.
After buying venison, pork always just doesn't quite feel right.
Since the prices at Fu Dazhuang's place in the village were good, Ye Xiaocui simply didn't buy pork, but only some candy, biscuits, and spices.
The group walked around for a while, and apart from the two children, everyone was carrying something in their hands. When they arrived at the police station, they found that the trunk of their car was almost full.
There was rice, noodles, and various other New Year's goods.
"Godmother, what's that?"
Just as Fu Wan had stuffed all her things into the trunk, Qin Anning tugged at her clothes.
She looked in the direction Qin Anning pointed, and thought, "Wow, talented people can be found everywhere."
These days, there are still people setting up stalls in front of the supply and marketing cooperative.
"It looks like paper cutting, is it a window decoration?"
Qin Anning glanced at it twice, but Fu Wan shook her head in denial.
"It's not a window decoration, it's a door decoration, pasted on the front door."
"Entrance document?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Xiaocui looked over and, after seeing clearly, immediately burst into laughter.
"What door-entrance paper? That's just hanging money! Come on, Chunlan, let's buy some too!"
Doorway paper, also known as hanging money, door hanging, or movable door money, is a type of paper-cutting.
Locally, there is a custom of pasting door decorations during the Spring Festival. Families usually paste door decorations, either bought or cut from red paper, on the lintel.
In some households, the stickers are not only pasted on the lintel, but also on the water tank, windows, and beds.
During the Lunar New Year, a row of paper decorations is pasted on the lintel. When you enter the house and brush against the decorations, it's called "joy on your face."
However, because each household's circumstances are different, not everyone can afford to buy red paper, so the door decorations pasted up by each family during the New Year may be different colors. Door decorations (image from the internet) still feel best in red, giving a sense of the New Year. Fu Wan's family used to paste up decorations in all sorts of colors; these things weren't expensive, usually only a penny or two per piece.
Fu Wan pulled them to a stop in front of the old man's stall. To be honest, the old man's door letter was really beautifully made.
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