Zhang Cheng, wearing a cotton-padded coat and with his arms crossed over his chest, came out of the mud house.
Screams and curses echoed from the back of the courtyard. Zhang Cheng frowned and quickened his pace.
At the same time, Old Zhang also came out of the main house. His expression upon seeing Zhang Cheng was incredibly complex.
Hearing the commotion, Zhang Jucai and his neighbors all came out of their homes.
Outside the bamboo grove, Li Yuanyuan cried out for her parents, rolling helplessly on the ground, trying to dodge the old village chief's carrying pole that kept coming down on her.
"I'll beat you to death, you vixen..." the old village chief cursed, panting heavily.
"Village chief, what are you doing!"
"Is that Li Yuanyuan?"
"Why did the village chief get into a fight with Li Yuanyuan?"
"Is this a fight? It looks like the village chief is beating up Li Yuanyuan!"
Seeing Li Yuanyuan rolling around in the snow, Zhang Jucai rushed over, grabbed the old village chief, and shouted, "Village chief, do you really want to kill her?"
"I'm going to beat this vixen to death!" The old village chief struggled a couple of times but couldn't break free. He threw the carrying pole at Li Yuanyuan hard.
Li Yuanyuan's eyes were brimming with tears. The old village chief's outburst had completely humiliated her.
Zhang Cheng frowned. He looked at the old village chief being held by Uncle Zhaocai, then at Li Yuanyuan, who was limping backward with tears streaming down her face. He really couldn't understand why the two of them were fighting outside their own yard.
As the crowd grew larger, Li Yuanyuan wished she could disappear into the ground. Ignoring the aches and pains throughout her body, she bit her lip, turned around, and limped away quickly.
"Village chief, what exactly is going on?"
"Yeah, why are you fighting with Li Yuanyuan here?"
The old village chief shook his arm, signaling Zhang Jucai to let go.
Zhang Jucai only released the old village chief after Li Yuanyuan had run far away.
"I saw it a long time ago, that vixen had no good intentions towards Er Gouzi... You all saw it, right? I actually caught her." The old village chief was extremely proud. He glanced at everyone, raised his hand, held up two fingers in front of his eyes, and said, "My eyes are very good at judging people."
Suddenly, everyone turned to look at Zhang Cheng.
Zhang Cheng looked dejected, spread his hands, and said, "Everyone, what does this have to do with me?"
"Er Gouzi, you have a wife now, you can't let those vixens seduce her away."
"Yes, yes, although Shi Yangyang is not quite right in the head, she is your lawfully wedded wife."
"Actually, I think Er Gouzi should divorce Shi Yangyang..."
Before Uncle Han could finish speaking, he felt several chilly gazes fall on him, which startled him so much that he coughed and said loudly, "Er Gouzi, you have to hold back and never do anything to betray Yangyang."
In the eyes of the men in the village, a woman who starts a relationship and then abandons it is someone who will be talked about behind her back.
As for divorce? That's something only city dwellers do.
In the countryside, there are only widows, not divorces.
Zhang Cheng felt utterly wronged. It was late at night, so cold, and he had been inexplicably dragged along and lectured by Uncle San and Uncle Qi.
After more than ten minutes, everyone was so cold that they finally let Zhang Cheng leave.
...
The next morning, Zhang Cheng was woken up early by Zhang Jianhao.
When Zhang Cheng put on his cotton-padded coat and went outside, he saw that Zhang Da Nao and the others had all arrived, carrying shoulder poles and baskets filled with coarse grains and other supplies.
"Brother, we're all ready." Zhang Jianhao excitedly bounced the carrying pole on his shoulder and grinned. "Today, we're going to run all over the thirteen nearby villages and bring back all the Solomon's Seal and Panax notoginseng."
"Then be careful on your way." Zhang Cheng thought to himself, people these days are still quite honest, without so many ulterior motives.
"Brother, we're off then!"
"Brothers, let's go!"
Zhang Da Tou shouted and waved his hand, becoming the first to walk out of the courtyard.
At the entrance of the main house.
Old Zhang, Old Mother, Zhang An, and Er Ya stood on the steps, their expressions complex, watching the group of people walk out from the backyard.
"That beast, he's really getting up!" The old woman stomped her foot angrily, then looked at Zhang An, who was looking at her with envy, and scolded, "What are you looking at? Hurry up and go back inside!"
Zhang An pursed his lips and muttered under his breath, "Why are you taking it out on me? If you're so tough, go find Er Gouzi!"
Wangcun.
Wang Huanchun sat in the village committee office, holding a fire starter in his hand, his wrinkled face filled with worry.
Heavy snow has blocked the mountains, and every household is short of food, but if they grit their teeth and save a little, they can make it until spring.
But what about those educated youth who went to the countryside?
The village had always taken care of the educated youth's basic needs, including food, drink, and sanitation. But now the village was running out of food.
Just now, the representative of the educated youth had finished discussing the issue of dinner with him.
"Why!"
Wang Huanchun sighed. If all else failed, he would have no choice but to risk going to the county to buy grain.
"Coarse grains are being replaced with Polygonatum and Panax notoginseng! Bang bang bang!!!"
Just then, a heavy sound of something striking a bronze plate came from outside.
Should we replace whole grains with Polygonatum and Panax notoginseng?
What is it?
Wang Huanchun, carrying the fire starter, stood up with a puzzled look on his face and walked out of the office.
At this moment, the area outside the village committee was already crowded with people, all peering curiously at the various daily necessities in the two baskets.
"You must be Zhang Da-Nao from Zhangjia Village, right?"
"Big-Headed Brother, your village is so rich now? You actually have surplus grain."
"Big Head, what did you mean by exchanging coarse grains for Panax notoginseng and Polygonatum?"
Zhang Da Tou, carrying a shoulder pole, walked with a smile to the eaves and placed two baskets on the ground. He glanced at the villagers who came to greet him, grinned, and said, "Today, I've come to your Wang Village to collect Solomon's Seal and Panax notoginseng. Whether you want money or grain, you can choose for yourselves."
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