"Two large carts?" Old Mrs. Zhao thought she had misheard. She subconsciously picked at her ear and asked, "What are two large carts of things?"
On the surface, Old Zhao tried to be reserved, his attention seemingly focused on his pipe as before. But in reality, his ears were perked up, and he was concentrating to hear what Zhao Cuifen had to say.
A smug look flashed across Zhao Cuifen's face, as if she herself had received something: "It's supposed to be a New Year's gift, what else could there be? Of course, it's rice, noodles, meat, and stuff like that. I saw it with my own eyes, half a big fat pig, and smoked whole chickens, whole ducks, cured meat, sausages, and other cured meats, all packed in baskets. There was also rice, noodles, oil, oh, and two huge buckets of live fish, and two large baskets of lotus root. I watched people carry it off the truck. So much stuff, it was piled up like a mountain. I bet we couldn't finish it even after a year."
"My goodness, we could eat this for a year and still not finish it..." Old Mrs. Zhao swallowed hard, and just hearing Zhao Cuifen say that she wished she could take two of them home.
Old Zhao, no longer caring about his composure, cleared his throat and deliberately feigned a worried expression, saying, "If that's really the case, I'm afraid everything will spoil, and they won't even get a fraction of it, right? So much good stuff, won't it all just go bad in the end?"
Actually, apart from live fish, lotus root, and pork, other preserved meats, rice, noodles, oil, etc., don't spoil that easily.
Moreover, Zhao Cuifen exaggerated; how could it be that they couldn't finish eating it all in a year?
Moreover, Yun Dazheng didn't intend to keep all those things for himself. When Black Panther delivered the food, he had already said that he knew they couldn't finish it all, so whether they gave it away or sold it, it was up to them.
The old lady can finally have New Year's Eve dinner with him this year. He is happy, so he must give a gift. The old lady also said that he should give a gift, so he must give one! Moreover, the gift cannot be cheap, otherwise, he, Black Panther, will lose face.
The old lady said that ordinary people don't need valuable things; they can only be stored in cabinets to collect dust. They might even have to worry about how to store them or if they would be stolen. So, he gave her something practical as she suggested.
There might be a bit too much food. If they can't finish it, just do what you think is best.
So, Yun Dazheng really just 'handled it as it came'.
After ensuring they had enough to eat, they donated meat, fish, lotus root, and other food to each of the families who helped rescue Yun Youliang when his house collapsed. Fresh food doesn't keep well, and it would be a waste if it spoiled. Even if each family ate a little, it was still a token of their goodwill.
After all, Yun Youliang was, after all, his son. Even if he swore he wouldn't care about him anymore, it just meant he wouldn't give him anything directly. Yun Youliang could ignore these kinds of social obligations, but he couldn't truly ignore them. An outsider, if he wanted to gain a foothold here, he had to 'know his place,' right?
Even if not for his son or grandson, at least he should think about his great-grandchildren.
So, giving a little something is just a token of my appreciation.
As for families like the village chief's, who have helped him before and are currently under his care, it's not too much to give them a slightly heavier gift.
The rest were sold or given away at half price, so that each family in the village could buy a little.
Otherwise, it would be too enviable, and even having a powerful backer wouldn't be a good thing. You have to let others have a little something, something to be desired.
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