Several old ladies who originally wanted to put the food in their pockets and take it home for their grandchildren met the little girl's eager eyes. They felt embarrassed to refuse and started eating it one bite at a time.
"It's sweet and sour, not too hard, and quite delicious."
The vast wheat field began to bustle with activity, and the aroma of stewed sauerkraut bones and stewed pork offal began to waft back and forth throughout the village.
"It's time to divide the meat!"
With a shout, one person from each household came out and started queuing up. Wei Ci approached with great interest, standing on tiptoe to look at the person in front of him.
"A family can only make five pounds at most, and four of those pounds are exchanged for work points. Do you have any more? Which one do you want, and how much do you want?"
The tall, strong and burly pig butcher held up a machete and looked at the excited man in front of the table. He asked calmly, motioning him to look at the half pig on the table.
"Hey, I want fat, pure fat! Five pounds."
The butcher rolled his eyes. Who doesn't want fat meat?
He cut off five pounds of perfectly balanced pork belly with a clean, sharp movement, and shouted, "Wei Gou Ya! Five pounds of pork belly! Next!"
Wei Qingfeng was sitting next to him, his slender fingers drawing each character as the pen tip turned, looking like a perfect accountant.
"Xiao Aci, what do you want?"
When it was Wei Ci's turn, the butcher's loud and fierce voice instantly lowered by more than a degree, and the fierce flesh on his face softened.
"Uncle, I just want some lean meat."
"That won't do. You guys have contributed the most. Five pounds is unfair to you. Just pick the good ones. If anyone in the village dares to be jealous, your uncle will give them a knife and they'll eat their ass!"
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