By getting rid of the wolf for everyone in the village, they were also getting rid of a potential hidden danger for the village. Otherwise, the wolf might have run out of food and come down the mountain without them knowing, and it was possible that they would be attacked by surprise.
The village chief turned his gaze to Gu Lingguo and the other man.
Gu Lingguo glanced at him and said to the man who was really coming to help carry the wolf meat into the house, "Brother, our wife said that this is a gift for everyone to enjoy as a starter, so there is absolutely no reason to take it back. Don't you agree? Besides, we've kept one of the wolf legs."
There is too much meat to finish, and it will be inconvenient to take it away when I leave in a few days.
"Is that so?" the man who came to help asked with a silly smile.
"Yes, that's right. We've just arrived in the village and we're not familiar with the villagers. We never know when we might need your help, so please don't be polite to us, okay?"
The meat-craving guy got the upper hand and immediately shouted, "Yes, we will definitely help you if you have any problems."
"Come on, what kind of family do they belong to? Why do they need our help? They're just giving us meat out of kindness." An elderly man retorted to the man who was speaking, then walked over to the village chief and spoke to Gu Lingguo and the others. "Thank you very much, comrades. We accept the meat. We are not the kind of people who would be so ungrateful. You can always ask us for help if you need anything in the future."
"Let's not talk about the meat. You killed the wolf and saved us from living in fear. We should repay you." Although the old man has white hair and is old, his eyes are clear and his speech is clear.
Gu Lingguo guessed that the old man must have a high prestige in the village. He knew it by seeing the village chief nodding beside him and the villagers behind him nodding one by one.
Thanks to the help of a prestigious elder in the village, they were able to gain a foothold here temporarily.
"With the old man's words, we feel relieved." After calming everyone down, he turned to the village chief and continued, "Village chief, we have things to do at home and can't help here anymore. You can take care of the meat. My wife trusts you."
The village chief is a good person. He is very good at what he says and does. He would not do anything unfair. As long as he is fair, Comrade Zhong Yuxiu's goal will be achieved.
"You are busy, you are busy. I will have the meat moved to the drying yard. We will dissect and divide it on the spot. We will divide it clearly today." As the village chief for many years, the temptation in Gu Lingguo's words was obvious. If he couldn't guess it, then all these years as the village chief would have been in vain.
After getting the promise, Gu Lingguo and Fang Guozhong turned around and went back to the yard with peace of mind; the gate was not closed, and it would be inappropriate to close it in front of so many people. Moreover, they didn't know when Yan Rushan and his grandson would come back, so there was no need to close the door.
As soon as they left, the village chief immediately organized people to move the wolf meat away.
The villagers happily followed the wolf meat, and some greedy children even came closer to take a closer look, as if they could eat it at any time.
Farmers lack everything. They have enough food to keep themselves fed and clothed, and it is considered good if they can eat meat once a month. Some families may not be able to eat meat for half a year.
When they arrived at the drying yard, which was large, the village chief asked people to bring in tables and chairs. He also asked the accountant to bring the account books, check the population of each household one by one, and distribute the meat according to the number of people.
This was how they always divided up good things, and the villagers had no objections. After explaining the distribution method, the village chief had the accountant do the calculations while he called in the village butchers to begin dissecting the wolf carcass. Braving the scorching sun, no one was willing to leave, and all the meat was gathered in the drying yard. Everyone watched, from near and far, waiting to share the meat.
The butcher worked for more than an hour, sweating profusely, and finally dissected out six wolves; the wolf legs were chopped into pieces, and the feet were kept to be placed on the eaves to ward off evil spirits.
When the wolf tusks were dissected, the village chief spoke up, "Tu San'er, pick out the tusks carefully and don't damage them. The two comrades who sent us the wolf meat personally told us that they would use the tusks and not to damage them."
"knew."
The butcher's surname is Tu, and he is the third child in the family. The villagers are used to calling him Tu Saner. Tu Saner is also used to it and does not reject or dislike the name.
After the twelve wolf fangs were taken out, Tu Saner rubbed them on his body and personally presented them to the village chief.
"Village Chief, wolf fangs are valuable. Please keep them."
"I know. Let's finish it quickly. I'll keep the wolf's fangs. After the meat is divided, I'll personally deliver them to the two comrades." The village chief took out a gray handkerchief, wrapped the wolf's fangs in it and put them in his pocket.
Some villagers coveted the wolf fangs, but didn't dare to ask for them. To ask for wolf fangs after getting the meat was simply greed. Anyone with a decent grasp of the options would know what to choose. Wolf fangs were valuable treasures, and in the hands of those who knew what they were, they were collected and played with, or used as a protective shield.
In the eyes of these meat-loving people, wolf fangs are not enough to make them give up meat.
"Village chief, I've cut it. One piece of meat is one pound. You can divide it." The butcher wiped the sweat off his face with his hand, raised his head and spoke happily.
The village chief walked forward, glanced at all the meat, and nodded. "Your knife skills are still so good. You don't need to weigh it. The weight of the meat you cut is about one catty. It may be one and a half grams less, but it will definitely not exceed two taels."
Everyone seemed to be accustomed to the butcher's style and trusted him very much; no one stood up to refute his statement that each piece of meat weighed one pound.
The village chief counted the number of strips of meat and roughly calculated that there were more than 400 pieces of meat. He turned and said to the accountant, "There are 450 kilograms of meat in total. Calculate how many kilograms each family should receive."
"Okay."
The accountant was a middle-aged man with a smile on his wheat-colored face. He was working on an abacus, clattering away, using the weight of the meat to divide the households in the village, then dividing them into smaller groups and distributing them among the people.
Being used to this job, the accountant figured it out quickly.
"Village chief, I've calculated it. There are a total of fifty households in the village. The smallest number of people is two, and the largest number of people is twenty-eight..." He then reported the approximate number of kilograms.
"Okay, line up, come one by one." The village chief clapped his hands and asked people to line up to get the meat.
The villagers rushed forward. The village chief smiled and ignored them. He said, "Only one person from each household can queue up. If anyone is found to be receiving meat twice, the meat distributed previously will be taken back."
"I know, I know, village chief, please grow more flesh quickly." An old lady was so happy that her gums were visible instead of her eyes. Even though all her teeth had fallen out, she was still in a good mood.
"Our family will never queue up again to receive a gift."
"That's right, Village Chief, we will help you supervise."
The power of the masses is strong. With everyone's help, even if one or two families in the team want to take advantage, they will not dare to do so.
After lining up, the village chief walked up to the accountant and took a look at the amount in the account book. The amount of meat each family received was recorded in this account book. The village chief distributed the meat personally, and each family would press their fingerprint at the back after receiving the meat. It was quite fast.
In just half an hour, the meat was distributed, leaving the butcher's family, the village chief's family, the accountant's family, and the village secretary's family. These four families then divided the remaining meat.
From this we can see that the village chief truly achieved fairness and justice; the good meat was given to the villagers first, and then to theirs.
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