A group of people started arguing again, and the village chief frowned as he listened.
When Cheng Mingyue finished recording her work points and was about to go home, she heard a group of people shouting in the threshing ground.
She walked closer and listened, then she understood what was going on.
This kind of question is still a frequently debated topic even in later generations, and often the number of people is determined.
But now her father has said that it must be distributed according to household, and if it is changed now, it will definitely not end well.
Moreover, it is easy to distribute the meat according to households, as each household gets the same amount and there is no need to weigh it specifically.
Cheng Mingyue did not go home either. She walked to the village chief and asked:
"Dad, is there anything I can help you with?!"
The village chief's brows relaxed when he saw Cheng Mingyue:
"Then you sit there and register the pork distribution for us. Don't let anyone take more than they deserve."
After the village chief finished speaking, he leaned over to Cheng Mingyue's ear and asked:
"Yue'er, listen to what these people are arguing about. In your opinion, should we divide it by household or by head?!"
The village chief was also annoyed by everyone's noise and was a little undecided for a while, so he thought of asking Cheng Mingyue for her opinion.
Cheng Mingyue raised her eyebrows:
"Since the pork belongs to us, we can divide it however we want. No one can interfere."
When the village chief heard this, he realized it was indeed what he said.
His child risked his life to get it. If it weren't for the fact that the strong and capable people in the village went up the mountain with him, he wouldn't want to share it with anyone.
How dare these people be so shameless as to pick someone for free?
I've seen faces that big, but never one this big.
The village chief was immediately furious and shouted to everyone:
"Since you all followed me up the mountain this afternoon, I won't treat you unfairly. Each of you will take a piece of meat back. The rest of you can do whatever you want. The meat won't be divided!"
The woman who had complained about the small share just now was not happy with it and asked with a pout:
"Village chief, didn't you say you would divide the meat before? Why aren't you doing that now? Aren't you kidding us?"
The village chief despised this person who was usually sneaky and cunning but was showing off his ability. He glared at him and said angrily:
"What's the matter? This is the meat that my own son killed. I can give it to whoever I want. If I don't want to share it, even if the king comes, I won't share it.
If you keep complaining when I give you some meat, then don't eat it!"
The village chief's words completely affected the interests of others, and several people together pushed the woman who was talking nonsense away.
The remaining people said to the village chief with a shameless face:
"Village chief, we are not picky. You can give us whatever you want. But please don't get angry and make yourself sick."
"Yes, Village Chief. The rule here has always been that whoever gets what's in the mountains gets it. We are very grateful that you can think of the people in our village. You won't be like that confused person who begs for food and then complains about it being rotten."
After a few people persuaded him for a while, the village chief finally went down the stairs.
"Okay, then we'll divide it by household, one per family. If something like this happens again, we'll consider dividing it by headcount next time."
Now no one in the village dared to talk nonsense anymore, for fear that the wild boar meat they had caught would fly away.
Nowadays, meat is not only expensive, but also requires meat tickets. Some families cannot even eat meat once a year.
They just saw that the meat of this wild boar was of particularly good quality, and they could take one home for free. It looked like it must weigh at least five kilograms.
That’s five pounds of meat for free!
Soon, Cheng Dawang had cut all the meat.
Cheng Mingyue was writing down names in a notebook, and the meat was distributed quickly.
After the previous incident, even if someone received meat that was not so good, they would not dare to say anything and would just run away with the meat.
When the last one was distributed, a tall and thin man ran over.
He blushed and said to Cheng Mingyue: "...Mingyue, I'll take the meat."
Cheng Mingyue looked up at him and only understood after asking his name.
This man is the husband of the woman who caused trouble earlier.
Seeing his honest face, Cheng Mingyue did not make things difficult for him and said:
"Okay, I've got your name on it. Go get one from Uncle Dawang."
When the man saw Cheng Mingyue asked him to take the meat without saying anything, his face turned redder and he stammered:
"Mingyue...I'm sorry...your aunt...she..."
Seeing that this man was not a fool, Cheng Mingyue's expression softened and she nodded:
"Uncle, go get the meat quickly. Remember to come and have the pig-killing dinner tonight!"
The man grinned naively: "Hey! Mingyue, thank you!"
After the man left, Cheng Mingyue looked at Cheng Dawang and asked:
"Uncle Dawang, who was that Wang Shengli just now? Why don't I know him?!"
Cheng Dawang didn't answer but asked, "Why are you sending meat to him if you don't know him? Aren't you afraid of sending it to the wrong person?!"
Cheng Mingyue laughed and said, "Just now I heard someone calling his wife 'Shengli'. When I asked her name, it happened to be Wang Shengli. She must be from our village, otherwise the villagers would have kicked her out long ago. How could she be allowed to talk nonsense here?"
Cheng Dawang smiled and gave Cheng Mingyue a thumbs up, then shook his head and sighed.
"Uncle Dawang, you are shaking your head and sighing, what's wrong?" Cheng Mingyue's curiosity was aroused.
"Wang Shengli had a really miserable life. His mother died when he was six years old, and his father immediately found another one. This stepmother was not kind to him at all.
He was already 23 years old but he was not allowed to marry, and in the end he was sent to Zaohua Village to be a live-in son-in-law."
Cheng Mingyue was puzzled: "Since you're a live-in son-in-law, why are you back?!"
Cheng Dawang lowered his voice a bit, "They just came back today too. I heard that his wife's bad mouth angered the village chief over there, and she was killed."
"Eat the whole family?!"
"Yes, we have this custom here. If there is no son in the family, it won't work even if we find a live-in son.
If there were people in the clan who could help her, it would be fine. But if she was like Victory's wife, who was neither kind nor talkative, wouldn't she be eaten up and wiped out?!"
Cheng Mingyue was shocked by what she heard, but after thinking about it, she began to understand a little.
In that era, various legal systems were not yet perfect, and the Baihe Brigade was poor and remote, so naturally there were many bad habits.
In addition, she had witnessed the behavior of Shengli's wife in the afternoon, so it was reasonable for her to be sent back.
But Wang Shengli is pitiful.
He has no home in Zaohua Village anymore, and with his stepmother here, she will definitely not like him very much, so there will definitely be conflicts in the future.
Cheng Mingyue also shook her head and sighed.
At this time, the village chief brought Liu Da Nao to prepare the pig-killing dish. He shouted to Cheng Mingyue from a distance:
"Yue'er, go back quickly. Your mother said Lu Chen went to your house to look for you."
Cheng Mingyue had just put away the notebook when Cheng Dawang handed over ten pounds of pork belly, all of which were the good meat he had reserved.
Cheng Mingyue smiled and said, "Thank you, Uncle Dawang."
Cheng Dawang smiled with his big buck teeth showing so much that his eyes were not visible.
He liked Cheng Mingyue very much. He was smart and polite. Most importantly, he was not afraid of his full beard and talked to him so much.
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