Courtyard houses: Those who are capable are rewarded, and many children bring many blessings.

"That's great! How do I need to cooperate?" he said to his inner circle leader, "Bring out the account books and show them to Brother Dazhuang."

"Why would I look at an account book?"

"Of course I'll look at it! I remember every single stroke of the pen you used to subsidize the children's meals!"

Niu Dazhuang understood that one purpose was to review the accounts, and the other was to remind himself.

"I'll have my eldest son send another ten thousand tomorrow."

"You're overthinking it, kid. I just want you to look at the accounts. This time, when you send money to the estate, call Deshui over too; he's the accountant now!"

"Hey! What happened?"

"It's nothing. One person's actions are for personal gain, but two people's actions are for the public good. The money you're giving us now is becoming a major source of income for our village, so of course the accounts need to be made public."

"Suit yourself. Same old rules, I'll only provide the money, I won't interfere. Brother Dashan, I have a favor to ask of you. This kid will be thirteen after the New Year. He can't just practice without drawing blood. Take him with you next time you go into the mountains!"

"You're willing to do it, but are your siblings willing to?"

"There's nothing to be reluctant about. If you want to learn a skill, you can't do it without suffering. When I was his age, I had already gone into the mountains with my father."

"Uncle, I've wanted to go hunting in the mountains with you for a long time, but my mom always stops me. If we go hunting in the mountains, can we shoot a gun?" Niu Chengqun was getting excited.

Da Shan patted his head: "To be a good shot, you need to practice hard. Can you do it?"

"I guarantee it will work!"

After leaving Niu Dashan's house, we took him to Niu Youcao's house for a while. We stayed there until Niu Chengqun was dozing off.

Niu Dazhuang then took him back.

A grand feast began that evening...

When Niu Dazhuang returned, the once bustling crowd of women at the village's threshing ground was almost half gone.

"Hey, did you hear? Deshui and the others went out to buy pigs today. They say Dazhuang is going to throw a three-day feast. Tsk tsk, they're making a fortune out there!"

"What are you envious of? Why don't you let your man go away for three years too? Could you handle it?"

"We're an old married couple, we have two kids, but my husband still always wants to be clingy with me, I can't get rid of him!"

"Things are different now. Dazhuang can run a big business all by himself."

This Dazhuang not only makes money outside, but he also keeps all the women on the bed completely under his thumb at home.

"Absolutely. Look at Li Damopan, he's been showing off these past few days, twisting his waist so enthusiastically, isn't he afraid of breaking it?"

"I've heard that ordinary men can't subdue the White Tiger, but if they can, they can become incredibly wealthy."

"You're talking about Ye Chunmei, right? She's really cunning. She stayed in Beijing for a few years and then hooked up with Niu Dazhuang. Look at how well they live now—they have children, they have food, and they don't even have to work!"

"Sister-in-law Zhang, you can't be envious of her. Look at her petite figure and then look at yourself."

"What's wrong with me? I may not be as pretty as him, but I can earn money for my man! Lifting stones, swinging a sledgehammer to break rocks—I can do it all!"

"That's true, repairing Niu Dazhuang's old house. Your family must have made a lot of money!"

"My child's grandfather is a well-known stonemason in the whole commune. If he doesn't hire us, who else would he hire? We earn our living through hard labor."

"Didn't your family send anything to Dazhuang's family?"

"I did give it, but the return gift was even more than what I gave. I'm almost embarrassed."

"It's no wonder they've become rich. Qin Xueru is even better at getting things done than her mother-in-law was back then! Niu Dazhuang is also more capable than his father was back then." A woman in her fifties chimed in.

"Auntie, Dazhuang is definitely more capable than his father. There's one thing his father can't compare to: he has women all over the place."

"Haha...that's true. If his father dared to do that, his mother would probably shoot him."

In the afternoon, Deshui and his men used a donkey cart to bring back two black pigs.

Everyone in the village, except for Chen Xia and the Ye sisters at the village entrance, came out to see what was going on.

Seeing that the children were all distracted, Qinling simply gave them a holiday. Qinling was also curious, as she had never actually seen a pig being slaughtered before.

"The people in this village are too fierce." Qin Ling saw several men holding down a large black pig, while a woman wearing a leather apron and holding a pig-slaughtering knife more than a foot long plunged it into the pig's neck without even blinking.

As the butcher's knife was pulled out, pig's blood gushed out... Pig's blood is also a good thing; a handful of salt was sprinkled under the large wooden basin to collect the blood.

Qinling quickly covered his eyes with his hands.

"You men go have a smoke, then come back when we're carrying the pig!" This fierce-looking man was none other than Niu Dashan's right-hand man.

Make a cut in the pig's leg. "Da Chuan's son, you poke it."

Despite Niu Dachuan's slender build, he married a strong and robust wife. He called it "balancing things out."

Da Chuan's wife, holding an iron rod about 1.5 meters long and as thick as a thumb, inserted it along the skin beneath the pig's leg through the incision.

"Yes, that's it. Go with the flow, don't tilt it up. Tilting it up will puncture the pigskin, and it will leak when you blow it up..."

The pig was inflated, making it easier to scrape off the hair. While the air was being blown in, the water in the large pot over there was steaming...

Carrying the pig onto the large cooking stove was something only the men could do. Scraping off the pig's hair was also a men's job.

The big, fat pig, shaved clean and white, was hung on the beam; next came the gutting...

The waste was placed in a large wooden basin, and then the women who had been watching had something to do: go to the big river south of the village to wash the waste.

With such a lively atmosphere, the Qin sisters also came down from their old house on the mountain. After warmly greeting everyone, they joined in the collective labor.

Some were kneading dough, others were picking vegetables...

Qinling looked around but couldn't find her aunt and mother. She wanted to call them out when she got home so they could all have a good time together.

I, Regore...

After moving to the tenement, I heard that inexplicable heart-pounding sound again at night.

The threshing ground was bustling, but the house was even more lively...

I want to go and see for myself today...

What kind of magical sport is it that makes them so crazy and addicted...?

I tiptoed to the window, and once I looked out, I couldn't take my eyes off it...

Niu Dazhuang has worked hard enough. He spent half the morning working at Ye Chunmei's house at the village entrance, had lunch here, and then rushed over here in the afternoon.

First, he put the gold bracelets on the two sisters, and then he took out four small gold bells and handed them to her.

"I can't dance Xinjiang dance."

Su Ting is incredibly persistent. Since moving to Niujiazhuang, she hasn't taken a single day off. She practices her martial arts every day. To this day, she maintains a great figure and her body is still as flexible as it was back then.

Niu Dazhuang grinned mischievously. "You'll see how to use it in a moment!"

Su Wan tried to go out and close the gate, but Niu Dazhuang hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder: "No need to go, everyone in the village knows I'm back, no one will come!"