Yan Xiaoqiang held Bei Nan still, and waited until the village chief and the others had walked far away before calling out, "Zhong Nan, come home and visit us when you have time."
It turned out that Yan Xiaoqiang had already noticed Zhong Nan watching from a distance. Beside him stood a mother wolf, and behind her was a group of cubs that had grown up.
Zhong Nan was a little disappointed that Yan Xiaonan didn't come today. He really wanted to introduce his partner to Nannan, and with so many kids, Nannan would definitely be happy for him.
Upon hearing Yan Xiaoqiang's words, Zhongnan let out a roar, then turned and left with his wife and child.
Bei Nan felt a little sad, after all, they had grown up together. Suddenly, Bei Nan shouted, "Zhong Nan, you are my younger brother, and always will be."
Zhongnan turned his head and let out a howl at Beinan, who then laughed.
Yan Xiaonan snapped out of her daze. It turned out that the scumbag wolf's wife was quite beautiful and had given birth to so many wolf cubs.
Why not take this opportunity to go for a walk in the mountains? I miss Zhongnan and Tiger King.
Grandma Yan disagreed: "Nannan, we're having pork stew this afternoon, so you don't need to go out."
Yan Xiaonan yawned. Grandma said not to go out, so she decided not to go out. She could go to the mountain anytime.
"Okay, Grandma, I'm not going. I'm going to take a nap. My eyes are really sore."
"Go to sleep, I'll sit in the main room and call you if I need anything." Grandma Yan was very happy; her sweet child was so obedient.
Mushroom Village was very noisy today. People were signing up to slaughter pigs, draw lots, cook, gather firewood, and wash offal.
Those who do the work can scoop out an extra spoonful, because one spoonful is the amount for a whole bowl. They can take it home, add some water and potatoes, and turn it into a big bowl.
As usual, each household contributes some offal and other ingredients to make a stew, so everyone can have a taste.
Ma Da Sao was still in charge of drawing lots to cut the meat. Today, Cuihua was the one who drew lots, and she had good luck, drawing numbers 20 and 21.
Southwest and Xiaoling went to work, so Cuihua drew lots for them and took the meat on their behalf. Since Southwest and Xiaoling didn't have any points, they used money instead.
This scene reminded Ma Da Sao of the happy moments a few years ago when Xue Mei and Xinan brought Zhong Nan to draw lots.
In the blink of an eye, Southeast got married and left, Southwest also got married and separated from the family, and Central South even left Zhongzi behind to go up the mountain.
Time flies so fast; the little girl I used to hold in my arms is now wandering around with the Yan family's little girl.
The villagers waiting to draw lots grew impatient and woke up Ma Da Sao, who quickly handed over the lottery box.
The villager put his hands together, muttering something, then reached in, took out a piece of paper, and saw it was number 195.
Mrs. Ma laughed, "Serves you right for being in such a hurry. Go to the back of the line."
The villagers started exchanging their points for pork according to their assigned numbers. Each person could get about one pound of wild boar meat, which weighed over 300 pounds. The amount of meat exchanged depended on the number of people in the family.
Cuihua received seventeen catties of meat. Ten catties were a reward for hunting wild boar, five catties were one catty each in her family, and two catties were for the couple from the southwest.
Liu San Niang arrived with her ten catties of pork. This wild boar hunt made her realize the importance of learning martial arts.
She wanted to become Yan Xiaonan's apprentice, so this pork was a tribute to her master.
As a result, Liu San Niang's enthusiasm was extinguished by Grandma Yan's few words:
“Liu San Niang, Nan Nan doesn’t know martial arts. What she taught you was military boxing, which was invented by my eldest son’s army. The army is the only one who can be your teacher.”
Liu San Niang handed the meat to Grandma Yan: "Grandma Yan, please take this meat. My husband and I have gone up the mountain, and we have more than 20 catties of meat at home."
Grandma Yan quickly refused: "We have more than ten kilograms at home. You can take it back and pickle it, and eat it when you're hibernating in winter."
After several rounds of back and forth, Liu San Niang gave in and obediently left with the pork.
Poor Liu Sanniang came full of hope, but left full of disappointment.
The aroma of meat wafted through Mushroom Village again, especially the smell of rendered pork fat—it was incredibly fragrant.
The villagers from the neighboring village stood at the entrance of their own courtyards, gazing towards Mushroom Village.
My village is also near this mountain, so why has no one ever hunted a wild boar?
A few years ago, some people went up the mountain to hunt wild boars, but they were injured and maimed by the wild boars instead, and no one dares to go up the mountain now.
It seems that Mushroom Village has some capable people. It would be great if we could transfer our household registration to Mushroom Village.
During this period, Village Chief Ma was very busy and always had to go to town. In the past, he would borrow Uncle San's old ox to make the trip, but now Uncle San would not borrow it from anyone except the Yan family.
Village Chief Ma had no choice but to go to the Yan family to find Grandma Yan: "Sister-in-law Yan, I really need a bicycle. If you have any connections, could you please help me get one?"
Grandma Yan shook her head vigorously. Her only connection was the Zhao brothers' black market, but at this time of year, who would dare to go to the black market?
Village Chief Ma gritted his teeth and said, "Can I borrow your bicycle? The village will give me money or work points, I'm willing."
When it was Yan Xiaoqiang's turn, he shook his head like a rattle drum. He was joking, saying that a bicycle is like a wife, how could he lend it to someone else to ride?
Village Chief Ma had no choice but to walk step by step toward the town.
The Yan family is not to be offended. Yan Xiaoqiang is just too capable. So, we should ask the Party Secretary for bicycle tickets, or else we'll lose our legs.
When Village Chief Ma saw the Party Secretary, he loudly protested his innocence, saying that Mushroom Village was too far from the town, and it took more than an hour to walk there and back. He said that he would walk back and forth twice a day and his legs would be worn out.
The Party Secretary's eyes were full of calculation. He did have the bicycle ticket himself, but why would he give it to you so easily?
“Old Ma, could you cultivate that wasteland behind your Mushroom Village? Let it grow for two years, plant some grain, and then you can pay more grain tax.”
This time, Old Ma shook his head vigorously: "Secretary, wild animals often come out of that wasteland, and the villagers dare not go there."
The Party Secretary knew this, of course: "Then let's start by cultivating the outer areas and gradually develop inwards. Wild animals are also smart; they won't dare to come if there are too many people."
Village Chief Ma shook his head again: "No, we can't joke with the lives of the villagers."
The village secretary nodded, "He's a good village chief who cares about the villagers."
"There's another thing, which is that next spring, every village will have to hand over live pigs, at least five, and we will provide the piglets."
This time, Village Chief Ma nodded in agreement. Raising pigs might smell a bit bad, but he wasn't worried about their food. They didn't care about things like pig feed or rotten vegetable scraps.
"And about the cattle, if Mushroom Village exceeds its quota for grain and pork next year, the higher-ups will allocate two cows to you." The Party Secretary gave the village chief a goal.
"Exceeding the quota? How could it be exceeding the quota?" Village Chief Ma felt that this exceeding quota might be beyond his ability to complete.
"If each village is to pay 500 catties of pork, and you pay 1,000 catties, that is an overpayment."
Village Chief Ma was devastated. Was this an over-quota? This was double the quota! Were they taking advantage of my lack of education and culture?
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