The Little Life of a Big Landlord

Chapter 61 Surprise Attack

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These pigeons are indeed very old; their feathers have lost their luster, their eyes are dull, and there's even keratin around their eyes.

"Brother, I'm not kidding," the vendor said, picking up the scale and taking the two red pigeons out of their cage. He tied their wings together with the rope attached to the scale pan and weighed them. "These pigeons are heavy, weighing a total of five jin and eight liang, almost six jin. Six times eight is forty-eight, I'll only make a little over three yuan from you. I'd really lose money if I made thirty. These pigeons are of good breed. If they weren't so old, people definitely wouldn't be selling them by weight."

A typical pigeon weighs about 1.5 to 2 pounds, but these two pigeons each weigh nearly 3 pounds, which is quite heavy.

Yang Ming looked at Wei Qingqing, and Wei Qingqing nodded, "Let's take it. This guy doesn't earn money easily."

"Alright, we'll take it. Find us a bag to put it in," Yang Ming said.

"Alright, you're not as straightforward as the young lady, next time I'll just talk to her directly..." It turns out the vendor saw the couple exchanging glances and was joking around with them.

"Hehe..." Yang Ming and Wei Qingqing both laughed.

Yang Ming carried the pigeons, and the three of them entered the livestock market. The sounds of cows mooing, sheep bleating, dogs barking, and donkeys braying mingled together into an animal symphony. The smell of various kinds of excrement mixed together, which was very irritating to the nose. Wei Qingqing and Xiao Bao'er frowned because of the smell.

"Shall we buy two sheep?" Wei Qingqing suggested.

"Why did you suddenly decide to buy sheep?" Yang Ming asked, puzzled.

"Raising sheep, shearing wool, spinning yarn, knitting sweaters..." Wei Qingqing said.

"Knitting a sweater? You'll ruin your eyesight. Ready-made sweaters don't cost much..." Yang Ming was even more puzzled.

Wei Qingqing glanced at Yang Ming with a half-smile, "I want to spin yarn and knit sweaters by hand..." As she spoke, she leaned close to Yang Ming's ear, but her small hands were twisting his waist hard, "If you ever say I'm stupid or lazy again, see if I'll still talk to you."

So, Wei Qingqing sees spinning yarn and knitting sweaters as proof of her dexterity. It seems Yang Ming's joke really provoked her, especially when Liu Sao was comparing them.

"Yes, yes, I'll never do it again..." Yang Ming winced in pain, but since they were in public, he couldn't cry out. He could only force a smile and say, "Let's buy sheep, then shear the wool, spin yarn, and knit sweaters. From now on, I'll only wear the sweaters you knit for me in winter..."

"Hmph..." Wei Qingqing smiled smugly, let go of Xiao Bao'er's hand, and went to see the sheep.

"That was too cruel..." Yang Ming said with a bitter face, rubbing the bruised area hard. It felt like it was burning with pain, and he was sure it was bruised.

"Hiss..."

A burst of laughter rang out. It turned out that many people around had just witnessed the "shrewish outburst" and couldn't help but chuckle at Yang Ming's comical appearance.

"Hehe, sorry, just kidding. My wife is usually very gentle..." Yang Ming chuckled, then quickly caught up with her.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Yang Ming's explanation only made everyone laugh more. Many who were unaware of the situation curiously approached to ask questions. Influenced by the laughter, some donkeys even started braying. For a moment, the entire livestock market was incredibly lively.

"What kind of sheep should we buy? A sheep or a goat?" Yang Ming asked with a smile, holding Wei Qingqing's little hand.

Wei Qingqing glanced at Yang Ming, secretly amused, but remained outwardly calm. She still wanted to put him on the spot. This man had learned to annoy people now, just like that bastard Zhang Yang. As her capable wife, she felt it necessary to guide her husband onto the right path, so she smiled and said, "Whatever, as long as it produces hair."

"Yes, yes, no matter what kind of fur it is, in your skillful hands it can be transformed from rotten to magical," Yang Ming flattered with a fawning smile.

"Pfft! That's so cheesy!" Wei Qingqing chuckled, glancing at Yang Ming. "Then what are you standing there for? Go buy the sheep!"

"Yes, yes, yes..." Yang Ming hurriedly went to choose a sheep.

"Godfather is so good, even better than Bao'er..." Little Bao'er exclaimed as she ate her candied hawthorn and watched Yang Ming's scurrying figure.

There were quite a few sheep for sale, including goats and sheep, adults and lambs, black and yellow, but mostly white.

Yang Ming was overwhelmed by the sheer number of options. He was fine buying dogs, but buying sheep? He was a complete novice.

"Yaya, which kind of sheep do you think I should buy?" Yang Ming began to ask the little elf for her opinion.

"What does the master intend to do with the sheep?" Ya Ya asked.

"The most important thing is to produce wool, ideally it can also produce milk, and meat is also acceptable..."

"That's balanced development... Let me scan them. It would be best if you stayed close to the sheep, sir, so the data would be more accurate," Ya Ya said.

So Yang Ming walked past every single sheep stall.

"Go forward, turn left, the fourth stall, those yellow goats have the most potential..." Ya Ya quickly got the data and pointed out the direction to Yang Ming.

"Boss, how much are these sheep?" Yang Ming saw the sheep that Ya Ya had mentioned as having the most potential. These sheep were packed in several baskets, a total of ten, all lambs. They had a black stripe running down their spines and smooth yellow wool all over their bodies. Yang Ming's first impression of these lambs was that they were different from ordinary sheep, but as a layman, he really couldn't put his finger on what was different.

"One hundred each, how many do you want?" The man selling sheep was a strong, middle-aged man, tall and with powerful limbs.

"Isn't it expensive?" Yang Ming didn't know the market price and felt it was a bit too expensive.

"You're obviously an amateur. One hundred each, no bargaining..." The burly man didn't explain further and stuck to his price. A regular lamb would cost two or three hundred...

"Alright, I'll take all ten of them..." Yang Ming trusted Ya Ya's judgment, so one hundred and one per catty it was.

"I'll give you 1000 yuan." The burly man held out his hand.

Yang Ming took out his wallet from his pocket, counted out ten old men's bills, and handed them to the burly man.

"I'm a straightforward guy, buddy, so I won't cheat you. Let me tell you this: these ten sheep are all wild goats, protected animals. They're just lambs, so they won't fetch a good price, and it's not safe to keep them. So, buddy, be careful not to get caught. And even if you do get caught, don't betray me. This basket is yours..." The burly man finished speaking in a low voice, then turned and disappeared into the crowd.

"..." Yang Ming was stunned and remained silent for a long time. He glanced at the lamb in the basket and felt that it was a hot potato. But when he looked for the strong man, he could not find him anywhere.

"Is this the sheep you bought? Take it out and let me see..." At this moment, Wei Qingqing came over holding Xiao Bao'er's little hand and was about to take the lamb out of the basket to take a look.

"Let's go home and check..." Yang Ming quickly stopped her, leaning close to her ear and whispering, "We've been fooled. This is a wild goat, a nationally protected animal. Let's go home quickly."

"Huh?" Wei Qingqing's mouth dropped open. She looked around, and seeing no one paying attention, she quickly picked up a basket. "Let's go..."

So the two of them, carrying baskets and holding Xiaobao'er's hand, quickly returned to the parking area, loaded the baskets onto the car, paid the parking fee, and drove off.

The valley is quiet and secluded, with mountain breezes blowing frequently.

The donkey cart traveled steadily along the mountain road. Yang Ming drove the cart, and Wei Qingqing leaned against his back, holding Xiao Bao'er in her arms. The little guy had gotten up early that morning and played all morning, so he was a bit tired and was now taking a nap in Wei Qingqing's arms.

"Honey, from now on, you're not allowed to call me lazy or stupid, understand?" Wei Qingqing said, sounding a little sad.

While other girls were attending classes during their holidays, and traveling with their parents to famous mountains and rivers across the country, where was Wei Qingqing? She was hiding at home, worrying about the acne on her face. She had cried countless times and shed countless tears. Wei Jianguo and Xue Hua even used their life savings to treat her face, to the point that they couldn't even afford to buy a new house and move out when the demolition compensation came in.

Study classes? Travel? These two words were the furthest away from her during her adolescence. During her holidays, she could only stay at home, sleeping, and only in her dreams could she forget her ugly face that she herself loathed.

Lazy? Stupid? She didn't want to be lazy or stupid, but reality forced her to be lazy and stupid. Should she step out of the house and let people point at her and laugh at her? Should she scare the children until they cried?

Her only skill was knitting, which she learned from her mother.

"Still can't forget it?" Yang Ming sensed that Wei Qingqing's emotions were a bit abnormal. As if by telepathy, he knew what she was thinking, so he reached behind her and grabbed her small hand.

"Ten years or so, who could forget?" Wei Qingqing leaned her head on Yang Ming's shoulder, feeling a lump in her throat.

"Heh heh, actually, I should thank you for the pimples on your face. Otherwise, with your looks, wouldn't you have been snatched away by some handsome guy at school long ago? I wouldn't have stood a chance..." Yang Ming laughed.

"Pfft..." Wei Qingqing chuckled, thinking about it, and realized that made sense. If her face had looked like this back in college, she would have missed out on Yang Ming.

"So I have to thank your pimples. It's fate. God sent down pimples to help me keep my wife." Yang Ming smiled even more smugly, and his big hand holding Wei Qingqing's small hand became even stronger.

"Now that you say that, I feel much better. Maybe it really is fate, that God brought us together." Wei Qingqing smiled slightly.

"Being able to marry you in this life is already the greatest blessing God has given me. If you are also diligent and skillful, God is too good to me, so good that it feels unreal to me..." Yang Ming said.

"Hehehehe..." Wei Qingqing giggled. "Did you say that? From now on, all the housework is yours..."

"No way? You've been lazy for over ten years? Shouldn't you be more diligent?" Yang Ming cried out in despair.

"No, if I become too diligent, what if God sees how lucky you are and breaks us up? I can't bear to part with you," Wei Qingqing said sweetly.

"..." Yang Ming was speechless.

Around 10 o'clock, a minivan drove into Zhengjia Village and stopped in front of Yang Ming's house.

The car door opened, and Sun Fangfang got out first, followed by Yang Zhengfang and Zhang Shufang. Yang Zhengfang was also leading his dog, Dahuang.

"Hmph, these two little rascals always manage to ambush us. Let's ambush them back today." Zhang Shufang stood under the big willow tree, looking around, and nodded in satisfaction. The environment here was quite nice.

"Mom, they haven't come back from the market yet..." Sun Fangfang went straight into the yard, pushed the door open, and locked it from the inside.

"Idiot! Go to the backyard..." Zhang Yang locked the car and wandered to the backyard, only to find that the backyard was also locked. He turned back dejectedly.

The two little yellow dogs enthusiastically surrounded Da Huang as soon as he got out of the car, and started to cuddle with him. The puppies recognized Sun Fangfang and Zhang Yang, but the two of them were fiddling around in the yard and pretended not to see them, not touching them at all.

"Waaah..."

Suddenly, Big Yellow let out a deep growl, its fur standing on end. The puppies in the yard all jolted awake at the same time, snapping out of their lazy state. Big Black led its four brothers and sisters to the yard gate, and the little spotted dogs rushed over as well. Only four mixed-breed dogs wandered around the yard, but their fur stood on end, exuding a fierce look.

Zhang Shufang was completely bewildered. What was going on? Why was her son's dog so hostile towards her?

"Back off, there's a wild animal..." Yang Zhengfang knew his dog, Dahuang, well. He pulled his somewhat bewildered wife and retreated into the yard. Sure enough, as soon as Zhang Shufang retreated into the yard, she noticed that both her dog and her son's puppy were facing the same direction, growling in a low voice.

"What's going on?" Sun Fangfang asked nervously.

"It's alright, we'll wait in the yard. There's Big Yellow outside." Yang Zhengfang had great confidence in his family's big yellow dog.

"What's wrong?" At this moment, Zhang Yang came around from the backyard and was somewhat surprised to see a group of dogs staring at him menacingly.

"Come here quickly, come here quickly, there are wild animals!" Sun Fangfang and Zhang Shufang waved to Zhang Yang together.

"Hey! What's the big deal? There are so many dogs here, aren't there?" Upon hearing that it was a wild animal, Zhang Yang was no longer nervous. He had great confidence in Dahei and its brothers and sisters.

Suddenly, from a patch of green gauze, a large, fat wild boar emerged, grunting and snorting. The boar looked like a small calf, with two long tusks sticking out of its mouth.

"This is a wild boar. We didn't bring a gun, so we can only rely on Big Yellow..." Yang Zhengfang's eyes lit up, but he said with some regret.

"You think your little gun can kill a wild boar?" Zhang Shufang rolled her eyes at Yang Zhengfang. "It's too dangerous here. I have to take Mingming and Qingqing with me."

"What's so dangerous about this? There are so many dogs!" Zhang Yang didn't even go into the yard; he just watched from outside. He was completely relaxed, treating it like watching a movie.

Zhang Shufang was still worried: "These puppies are useless, Lao Yang, why don't we leave Da Huang with our son?"

"Okay!" Although Yang Zhengfang liked his dog, Dahuang, he loved his son and daughter-in-law even more.

The wild boar also saw the pack of dogs eyeing it menacingly, but it wasn't afraid. Among these dogs, there was only one adult dog, and the rest were puppies. It glanced at them contemptuously, waddled its fat body, and provocatively walked towards them.

Big Yellow was a good hunting dog, proud and courageous, which was why Yang Zhengfang liked it. Seeing the big fat boar's provocative look, Big Yellow roared and pounced on the wild boar.

Big Black and his brothers were not cowards. Big Black led the charge, along with his four brothers and sisters, towards the wild boar. The little spotted dogs also moved forward, but did not join the battle. Instead, they stood alert, ears perked, providing support from the outside.

"These puppies are good; they didn't run away in fright, nor did they all rush at them." Yang Zhengfang nodded in satisfaction.

Big Yellow had already confronted the wild boar, letting out a low growl from its throat, its limbs slightly bent, as if it could unleash its maximum power at any moment to deliver a fatal blow.

Big Black, with its four brothers and sisters, had no strategy. It pounced on the wild boar and started biting. Even if they couldn't subdue the boar, they had more than twenty companions behind them. Once the wild boar made a mistake, those companions could pounce on them to support them.

The wild boar didn't take Dahei and the others seriously at all. In its eyes, these puppies didn't even have all their teeth yet, so how could they hurt it?

However, something unexpected happened. Besides Big Black, the other four little black dogs, with incredible speed, bit its limbs before it could react. Their sharp teeth pierced right into its flesh. The wild boar felt a sharp pain and then loosened its grip, and its whole body went limp. Seeing this opportunity, Big Yellow lunged forward and bit its neck. Originally, biting the neck was Big Black's job, but Big Black was a step too late and was beaten to it by this adult yellow dog. It couldn't help but grunt in dissatisfaction.

"Hahaha, what a good dog, it bit through the tendon..." Yang Zhengfang laughed heartily. "They've clearly raised good dogs."

"You bit through the tendon directly? How did you tell?" Zhang Yang asked, puzzled.

"Didn't you see that the wild boar's limbs went limp? That means its hamstrings were bitten off. And that's not all, those five little black dogs worked together so well. It was supposed to be another little black dog biting the neck, but Big Yellow beat it to it," Yang Zhengfang said excitedly.

The whole process was so efficient; even without Big Yellow, this wild boar would have stayed today.

"The neck-biting job was originally Big Black's job, but Big Yellow took it from him," Zhang Yang said.

Zhang Yang will never forget the scene of Dahei biting off the wolf's neck.

"Oh, you mean that little black dog is Big Black? Now I understand why you wanted Big Black. It really is a good dog." Yang Zhengfang chuckled, then looked at Zhang Shufang. "Now you're relieved, right? Even if two tigers came, they wouldn't be able to escape these little puppies."

"Alright, alright, these little puppies are really clever." Zhang Shufang looked on with a broad smile.

"What are we waiting for? Hurry up and drag the wild boar back! We'll have wild boar meat for lunch today!" Zhang Yang said, then trotted off towards the big wild boar.

Today is Saturday, a weekend, and the children of Zhengjia Village are on holiday. They're running all over the mountains like sheep being let loose. A few of them were lucky enough to witness the scene of "the dog hunting the pig." Immediately, thanks to these children, everyone in Zhengjia Village, young and old, young and old, knew about it. Many people gathered around Yang Ming's house, some surnamed Wang and some surnamed Zheng, all just curious to see something new.

It's common for mountain people to hunt rabbits and pheasants, but hunting a large animal like a wild boar is a novelty. With modern gun control, most people don't own guns. Even if they did, they might not be able to kill a wild boar. These creatures have thick hides and are constantly wallowing in muddy water; their fur is covered in mud, making them like armor. Fighting wild boar with melee weapons? That's even more impossible. Wild boars are stubborn and, when cornered, have a relentless, unyielding spirit. Besides, wild boar meat is tough and not very palatable. Therefore, most mountain people don't hunt them. Even if some wild boars do come out and damage crops, they just bluff to scare them away.

People are very interested in Yang Ming's dog. Just a few days ago, Yang Ming's dog became a "celebrity" by scaring away three young men and almost killing an old lady. Today, it has made a splash again by catching a wild boar. You know, an ordinary dumb dog would only run away with its tail between its legs when it encounters a wild boar.

People in the mountains have a deep affection for dogs. Having a good dog at home makes them feel at ease living in the mountain valley...

The wild boar was too big for Zhang Yang and Yang Zhengfang to lift, so several men, young and old, volunteered to help. Seeing that the villagers were very enthusiastic, Zhang Shufang felt that this was a good opportunity for her son to get closer to everyone and build relationships, so she announced that she would be hosting a lunch party today, inviting the whole village to her house for wild boar meat.

As soon as Zhang Shufang spoke, the villagers became even more enthusiastic. Together, they carried the wild boar into the yard. Someone brought over two large benches and placed a large door panel on top. The villagers then carried the wild boar up there. Zheng Laonian, the village's butcher, arrived with his butcher knife.

This old man, Zheng, was in his fifties, thin and frail, and didn't talk much. He took a knife and first stabbed the wild boar in the neck, severing its carotid artery. Blood gushed out, catching it in an enamel basin. Once the boar was bled dry, he sliced ​​its belly open with the butcher's knife, quickly skinning it. His skill was almost artistic; not a single piece of meat remained. Wild boar skin was a valuable commodity, worth a good price.

Normally, when skinning a pig, one would cut an opening in the pig's body and blow air into the opening. But Old Zheng directly made the cut, which shows that his skill was truly exceptional, showing a level of "disregard for the whole pig" in his eyes.

Old Zheng's knife moved with lightning speed, quickly dismembering the wild boar. Outside the yard, three large pots had been set up sometime earlier, filled with boiling water. The dismembered wild boar meat was immediately put into the pots, boiled a couple of times to remove the blood foam, then scooped out the meat, the water was changed, and it was boiled again. This time, seasonings were added, and it simmered slowly.

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