After tidying up Li Zhen, Old Lady Song went inside to see Song Haitao.
Song Haitao lay on the kang (a heated brick bed) with a bruised and swollen face. When he saw Old Lady Song, he cried out, "Grandma, it hurts..."
Grandma Song was heartbroken and rushed over to hold Song Haitao's hand.
"My dear grandson, where does it hurt?"
"It hurts everywhere, it hurts so much, I don't even dare to turn over."
Old Mrs. Song shed two tears, "Those damned bastards beat my grandson like this, they deserve to die a horrible death."
"Grandma, have you avenged me?"
Grandma Song got angry when she talked about this, "Grandson, don't worry, I'll avenge you sooner or later."
Song Haitao was somewhat disappointed. He thought his grandmother was very powerful and that she would definitely be able to kill Song Yaohui's family if she went there.
"Grandma, you have to avenge me. They beat me so badly."
"I will definitely avenge you! My dear grandson, take good care of your injuries, and I will definitely avenge you!"
Song Haitao nodded, "Grandma, could you find a traditional Chinese medicine doctor to take a look at me? I'm in so much pain I can't sleep."
Old Mrs. Song was at a loss for words.
Song Haitao urged, "Grandma, please get a traditional Chinese medicine doctor to take a look at me..."
Grandma Song sighed, "Wait here, Grandma will go call you."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Upon arriving at the kitchen, Old Lady Song said to Li Zhen, "Take out your money and go get a local doctor for Haitao to come and take a look."
Li Zhen avoided her gaze, "Mom, where would I get any more money?"
"You bitch, don't force me to search your room. Take it out right now, or I'll kill you if anything happens to my grandson!"
“Mom, Haitao is my son, and I feel sorry for him too, but right now we are having a hard time. We only have so much money at home, and we have to save it for a critical moment.”
"Pah! What's the point of keeping money if my grandson isn't here? Nothing is more important than my grandson right now, so hand over the money right now."
Song Dalong followed in and said, "Mom, I think Li Zhen is right. We only have so much money left, so we need to save it for emergencies. Haitao is just a little injured; he'll be fine after lying down on the kang (heated brick bed). There's no need to see a traditional healer."
Old Mrs. Song scolded, "You are Haitao's own parents! How can you be so heartless? How much can a traditional doctor cost? Hurry up and give me the money! All that money you took came from me, and I can take it back if I want."
Li Zhen had no choice but to take out a dollar, and Old Lady Song took the money and went out.
Fang Jie's home returned to peace, and the family lived a warm and happy life.
That day, the loudspeaker in the village blared again.
When it was time to hand over the New Year's pig, Fang Jie reluctantly gave up the fat pig she had raised.
The villagers were incredibly envious when they saw Fang Jie's large, fat pig weighing over 400 jin (approximately 200 kg).
Their pigs only weigh around 200 jin (100 catties), which is a significant difference.
Song Guoqiang praised Fang Jie in front of the entire village.
A group of people gathered around Fang Jie to ask for her advice.
"Fang Jie, how do you raise your pigs? They're so fat!"
Fang Jie said tactfully, "They just eat grain and pig feed. My pigs can eat a lot, so they grow fat."
Everyone was envious, but they also thought Fang Jie was foolish. With all that grain, why didn't she raise a pig for herself?
They were unaware that Fang Jie had this plan in mind; she intended to raise two pigs in the spring.
We've handed over the pig for the New Year, and the New Year is almost here.
Every household in the village is preparing food for the Chinese New Year.
Fang Jie ground all the wheat in her family into flour, waiting to make dumplings for the Chinese New Year.
I also made a big pot of tofu, pressed it into tofu blocks, fried tofu puffs, and baked dried tofu, making a big bowl of it.
Three families in the village slaughtered pigs for the New Year, making everyone in the village extremely envious.
Almost all the children in the village went to watch.
When slaughtering a pig for the New Year, people usually treat the villagers to a feast, cooking a pot of stewed pig dishes, which are served hot and a large group of people eat together.
Fang Jie also brought her three children to the pig-slaughtering feast at the home of the brigade leader, Song Guoqiang.
It was Song Fanxing's first time attending such an event, which was quite unusual, but there were so many people that she didn't manage to grab many bites of food.
Among them, Song Dalong's family was the most aggressive in their robbery.
Song Haitao's facial injuries hadn't fully healed, but that didn't stop him from grabbing meat.
He frantically lay on the large basin in the middle, desperately protecting the dish of stewed pork, and kept piling meat into his bowl.
Song Dalong, Li Zhen, Song Xiaomei, and Grandma Song also took the opportunity to stuff meat into their bowls, and when the meat was gone, they stuffed vegetables into their bowls.
Everyone was speechless for a moment.
"Song Haitao, this isn't your property, why are you eating it all by yourself?"
"Exactly, that's so rude!"
"What a shameless family!"
At this moment, Song Dalong's family was focused on eating. No one cared what others said; getting meat was the most important thing.
After everyone had finished their chatter, half of the pork stew had already been eaten.
When Song Ergou and Song Sangou saw this, they burst into tears and tugged at Zhao Hong's clothes.
"Mom, I want to eat meat! Quick, get me some meat! Hurry! Song Haitao and the others will snatch it all away soon."
Zhao Hong had long disliked Song Dalong's family, and with her large, fat hand, she reached out and pulled Song Haitao down.
Song Haitao grabbed a large bowl of meat and happily ate it in big mouthfuls. Song Dalong and Li Zhen also wolfed it down. Old Mrs. Song and Song Xiaomei ate in large mouthfuls as well, their eyes fixed on the big bowl, afraid that the meat would be eaten up.
Only after Song Haitao was pulled away did everyone have a chance to pick up a bite with their chopsticks.
Song Fanxing lost her appetite, put down her chopsticks, and sat down to watch them fight over the food.
At this moment, Song Guoqiang brought a small bowl of meat with some pickled cabbage underneath and handed it to Song Fanxing.
"Xingxing, Uncle saved some for you, eat it quickly!"
Song Fanxing smiled broadly at the kind-hearted uncle.
He accepted it politely, saying, "Thank you, Captain Uncle!"
Song Guoqiang patted her head and said softly, "You're welcome, eat up."
Song Fanxing ate in small bites.
Pigs raised on farms are so fragrant and delicious.
Song Guoqiang's wife, Li Shufen, glanced at the little girl sitting quietly on a small stool eating meat and smiled, "Xingxing is so well-behaved! She's so adorable."
Song Guoqiang: "Yes, I want to hug her every time I see her."
Li Shufen was delighted; not to mention Song Guoqiang, she also wanted to hug such a cute little girl.
Song Guoqiang leaned close to her and whispered, "Wife, give me a daughter too. I'm so envious when I see other people's daughters."
Li Shufen blushed and said, "Are you trying to kill yourself? There are so many people here, saying things like that will make you a laughing stock."
Song Guoqiang chuckled, "What are you afraid of? They don't have time to listen to us."
Li Shufen glanced at the group of people who were focused on eating meat.
They really don't have the skills.
Song Guoqiang and his wife discussed it and decided that they would keep half of the pork for themselves and sell the other half for 90 cents a pound.
During the Lunar New Year, everyone will buy some things to improve their meals.
Fang Jie bought 20 jin of pork in a grand manner, making others extremely envious.
"Having a man who earns a salary makes all the difference; he's especially generous with money."
"That's right, buying 20 jin of meat at once is enough to make a lot of dumplings."
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