The village chief's family has neither too many nor too few people, exactly ten people, and the whole family lives together.
"My family has ten people, so we'll get five catties. The accountant's family has sixteen people, so we'll get eight catties. Butcher San'er helped with the slaughter, so I'll give you an extra half catty of meat. The secretary's family has the largest population, more than twenty people, so we'll divide the meat according to the number of people. You guys get the meat first, and I'll give you the remaining five catties." The village chief made the arrangements one by one.
The village secretary had no objection. "I'll share mine with you. I can't let your family get only inferior meat."
Although the villagers are simple and honest, they don't care about the village head and cadres. They all feel that the cadres' families have a better life than they do, even if it's not much better. With this mentality, the villagers trust the village head and village secretary but don't care about their own interests.
Who doesn't want good meat? Who has the time to care whether others keep good meat or bad meat? Maybe others will think that all the meat they keep is good meat.
"No need. My family doesn't have as many people as yours, so some meat of similar quality will be enough. The wolf head hasn't been given away yet, so I can just take two wolf heads home and cook them into meat." After cleaning it, you can make broth repeatedly, which is pretty good.
"No, that won't work. If you do that, we'll divide your portion first. Once you've got yours, we'll divide ours." The village chief insisted, "You're the village chief. I'm not saying I'll give you the best meat, but it definitely can't be all bad meat."
The remaining bits of meat still had some meat scraps, which looked unkind no matter how you looked at it.
All the village cadres who know the inner feelings have mixed feelings. Sometimes they feel sad about what these village cadres do.
"Village chief, listen to the secretary. I will divide it with you. We can't say that some families take the good ones and some take the bad ones. At least it should be about the same." The accountant also spoke.
Tu Saner said, "Village chief, I don't need so much good meat. Just give me some of the extra half pound of meat. I have nothing to say about slaughtering pigs and hunting games for the villagers." We are all from the same village. The village cadres are sensible and fair. They would rather suffer losses than let the villagers eat good food.
Because of this, Tu San'er couldn't just take the good meat and leave, and watched the village cadres share the bad meat scraps.
The three village officials stared at Tu San'er with complicated expressions. Finally, the village chief waved his hand and said, "Alright, stop talking. I'll take two of the wolf's heads, and you can divide the rest."
"Okay." The village secretary and the accountant nodded in agreement quickly. The meat was divided together, and the good meat and the meat scraps were divided together; the wolf heads were also divided together. The village chief's family took two, and there were four wolf heads left. If each of their families took one wolf head, there would still be one left.
"Village chief, what should we do with the remaining wolf head? It would be a pity to throw it away." Tu Saner asked.
The village chief pondered for a moment and said, "Let the family outside choose a wolf head, and we will divide the rest."
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No one refuted the village chief's words, and some even thought they were reasonable.
The few of them divided the meat in a few minutes, and everyone felt it was fair. Then, the village chief chose the wolf head with the largest head and put it next to it. They each chose one wolf head, and the remaining two belonged to the village chief.
After dividing the meat, they called their families to carry the meat back; then, the village cadres gathered ten eggs from each family, formed a team, and went to the Yan family's house with the wolf head.
When the village chief reached the outside of the house, he stopped. The village secretary and the accountant turned around to look at him. "What's wrong?"
"Their courtyard door is closed, so they probably don't want us to disturb them. Wouldn't it be too much of a bother to bring them a wolf's head and some eggs?" It was a bit too much to disturb them one after another, even though they were delivering meat.
But there is not much meat in the wolf head itself, and it is a bit creepy when cooked.
People will definitely look down on it.
"Whether they want it or not is their business, and whether we give it or not is our business. We have taken so much meat from them, so we can't show any gratitude at all." The village secretary lifted the cloth bag in his arms, which contained ten eggs.
Including the other two people, there were thirty eggs; there weren't many eggs, and they didn't have anything special to offer, so they just wanted to show their appreciation.
"That's what they say, but won't they think we're disturbing them?" This is the truth, and everyone understands it; but we can't help but think about it from their perspective. They are not familiar with each other, and it is the other party who has shown enough goodwill; they also want to make friends with each other, and the relationship has been unequal from the beginning.
The accountant said, "How about knocking on the door?"
"Forget it. We're already here, so no matter what they think, we have to do what we want. Those people who gave us the wolf meat must not be difficult to get along with. We did what we had to do, and let the rest take its course. Don't overthink it."
Because of unequal status, it will be difficult to cover everything.
"Knock on the door."
The village chief was hesitant, but now was the time to do what he had to do, so he had to do it anyway.
The village accountant walked to the door and raised his hand to knock, "Knock, knock, knock."
“Knock, knock, knock.”
After knocking twice in a row and no one coming, the village accountant looked at the others and asked, "Can't they hear me?"
"Shout." The village secretary said, then asked the village head, "What's the surname of the person inside?"
"I only know that the hostess's surname seems to be Zhong, and the other two are surnamed Gu and Fang."
The village secretary nodded. He couldn't call the hostess by her surname, so he could only call the other two by theirs.
"Comrade Gu, Comrade Fang, are you there?"
After shouting once, no one answered. The village secretary shouted again, but still no one responded.
"They may be in the yard inside, too far away to hear us," said the village chief.
"I'll shout again." The village secretary made a quick decision and shouted at the top of his voice, "Comrade Gu, Comrade Gu, Comrade Gu..."
This time, he only called out to one person, and stopped calling out to one person in a shifting voice; he only called out to one person with a full and powerful voice, and the tone changed immediately after he changed his voice.
Gu Lingguo and Fang Guozhong were both in the third courtyard. Wang Daya, who was helping in the kitchen, heard them, put down her work, and hurried over to open the door. As soon as she opened it, she saw them.
"Who are you?"
"Hello, sister! I am the village secretary. The person next to me is the accountant, and the person behind me is the village chief. We are here to see your wife about something." The village secretary smiled and spoke in a very enthusiastic tone.
Wang Daya frowned slightly, then disappeared in an instant. "Are you village cadres?"
“Yes, we are village cadres.”
"My wife is resting now. I wonder what brings you here?" Wang Daya asked.
The village chief stepped forward and said, "Your wife sent the village several hundred pounds of wolf meat a while ago. We divided the meat. We also selected the best wolf head and sent it to you. You can clean it and make soup, or use the wolf bones to make items to ward off evil spirits. By the way, Comrade Gu asked us for wolf fangs a while ago, so we sent them over as well."
"Forget the wolf head, but keep the fangs." Wang Daya said, "My wife doesn't like to eat animal heads, so it's not good to keep them at home. Whoever wants one can take it directly. We want the fangs."
Since Wang Daya said so, the village cadres felt it was difficult to force it.
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