Back in the 1980s, hiking in the mountains was also a way of life

Chapter 1133 Who wouldn't be panicked in this situation?
As soon as Sun Dafu turned off the loudspeaker, Liu Guilan said to Wang Dazhu:

"Dazhu, do we need to dry our grain a little longer?"

Wang Dazhu looked at the thin layer of snow on the ground and said:
"We'll have to wait until tomorrow to dry it. We definitely can't dry it today. Let's see what the weather is like tomorrow."

Liu Guilan nodded and said:
"Yeah, we have to go through this every autumn, just in case the grain is not up to standard and gets returned."

After Liu Guilan finished speaking, Wang An thought for a moment and then said:
"If you ask me, we might as well just put the grain under the floorboards of those unused houses. If we piled all the grain together in those unused houses, that would be quite a lot of space."

As soon as Wang An finished speaking, Wang Dazhu and his wife, along with Mu Xueqing, all turned to look at him. Wang An felt a little uneasy under their gazes and instinctively asked:
"Why are you all looking at me like that? The ground there is warm, almost like a kang (heated brick bed). No matter how wet the grain is, it will dry on the ground."

After Wang An finished speaking, Wang Dazhu slapped his thigh and said with a happy expression:

“Yes, we have a floor heater at home. I never thought that putting it on the floor could dry the grain.”

As he spoke, Wang Dazhu put down the strainer in his hand and got up to run towards the warehouse.

Wang Dazhu had only run two steps when he heard Liu Guilan shout:

"The grain tax payment won't start for several more days, what's the rush? The washed wheat needs to be processed tomorrow, I was thinking of drying it on the floor."

Upon hearing this, Wang Dazhu turned back, and Liu Guilan couldn't help but chuckle and tease him:

"You're over 40 years old, and you're always trying to show off, without any depth. Can't you be a little more composed?"

Wang Dazhu rolled his eyes at Liu Guilan and said irritably:
"No matter what I do, it's you. One minute you're drying public grain, the next you're drying wheat. You've completely baffled me."

And so, the couple started arguing.

Wang An and his wife, along with Huang Li and her brother, kept their heads down, trying to suppress their laughter, and even shrugged their shoulders a few times when they couldn't help it anymore.

Besides its valuable sachet, the musk deer's fur is also valuable, though not by much, but it's still worth ten or twenty yuan.

Therefore, Wang An was very careful when skinning the musk deer.

Meanwhile, Huang Zhong was practicing skinning a rabbit. Although his technique was far from skillful, he managed to skin the rabbit without damaging it.

Of course, it doesn't matter if the skin is damaged, because rabbit skins are worthless at this time of year. In the dead of winter, a rabbit skin only costs one yuan, and nobody buys rabbit fur at this time of year.

In the midst of their busy work, Wang Dazhu and his two companions finished washing 3 jin of wheat. After draining the water, the wheat was laid out to dry in various rooms.

The reason I say "every room" is because 3 catties of wheat is really too much. So even the living rooms, including the kang (heated brick bed) and the floor, as well as the kang in the old house, were covered with wheat.

Furthermore, all the stoves in each room were stuffed with firewood to start a fire for heating the kang (a heated brick bed).

There's no other way; we have to process it tomorrow. If the wheat isn't dry, the processed flour will easily mold and spoil.

It has to be said that Wang An's house will definitely use up a lot of firewood tonight.

After cleaning the musk deer, Wang An cut it into small pieces and stewed it in a pot, including the deer's heart, liver, and lungs.

Wang An discovered that many things taste good simply by stewing them; they don't require complicated cooking methods. As for the rabbit and pheasant, they weren't cooked tonight, mainly because there wasn't enough meat to eat, and the more you cooked, the more leftovers there would be.

After everyone finished their work, the musk deer meat was ready, and Wang An's family, along with Huang Li and her brother, enjoyed their unexpected feast.

I have to say, the meat of this musk deer is really quite delicious. It's more tender than venison and tastier than roe deer meat. The whole family ate it and praised it highly.

After the adults had finished praising the musk deer meat, Wang Xiaoli, holding a musk deer leg in her hand and chewing on a mouthful of meat, solemnly but unclearly said to Wang An:

"Big brother, you should wait for Xiangdang Ziang more often in the future, I love to eat it."

Wang An was taken aback upon hearing this. He frowned and pondered for a moment before realizing that Wang Xiaoli's lisp hadn't fully recovered, and she had mispronounced "zhengxiangzhangzi" as "dengxiangdangzi".

Wang An couldn't help but rub Wang Xiaoli's head, and said with a smile, mimicking Wang Xiaoli's way of speaking:

"Hahaha, okay, from now on, big brother will just have to 'wait for the scallion' more often, just waiting for it to jump into our pot. Hahahaha!"

To be honest, Wang An's imitation was quite serious and convincing, and everyone burst into laughter at his words.

In the evening, Wang An swept the wheat on the floor to one side, and also moved the wheat on the kang (a heated brick bed) to the head of the kang. After laying out the bedding, he then let Mu Xueqing into the room.

The main problem is that wheat grains are very hard, and they are very easy to slip on when stepped on when placed on brick floors. Mu Xueqing is heavily pregnant and not very agile, so it would be a big problem if she fell.

Seeing how thoughtful Wang An was, Mu Xueqing smiled and said:
"Not bad, you've learned to cherish your wife now."

Upon hearing this, Wang An feigned anger and said:

“I don’t like hearing that. When have I ever not cared about my wife? Everyone in Kaoshan Village knows that I love my wife the most!”

Mu Xueqing's smile deepened, and she continued, following Wang An's words:
"Mmm, my husband loves his wives the most. He dotes on all his wives, he doesn't neglect any of them, hehehehe."

After speaking, Mu Xueqing looked at Wang An with a smile on her face, but it was also clear that Mu Xueqing was not angry or jealous.

Even so, Wang An's expression immediately froze, and he smiled awkwardly:
"What are you talking about? You're my only wife, I don't have that many."

It must be admitted that Wang An did indeed only have one wife. As for the other women, although they had the de facto relationship, they could not be called wives.

Mu Xueqing glanced at Wang An with a captivating smile, then reached out and, while fiddling with her fingers, said with a half-smile:

"Sister Shen Wei, Lu Yueyue, Fang Xiue, and Sun Nian."

Before Mu Xueqing could finish speaking, Wang An hugged her and started kissing her, effectively silencing her.

Mu Xueqing was initially resistant, but she quickly responded.

To be honest, Wang An was actually a little flustered. The main reason was that his wife had told him all about his affair. Anyone would be flustered in that situation.
In the morning, when Wang An and Huang Zhong finished practicing their martial arts, Wang Dazhu and his wife had already refilled the dried wheat into sacks and loaded them into the four-wheeled cart. Huang Li had also prepared breakfast.

After breakfast, Wang An started his four-wheeled vehicle and headed straight for the county.

(End of this chapter)