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Lu Qingshan's words, "Go home, divide the meat," were like a ladle of hot oil poured into a pot of boiling water, sizzling and burning everyone's hearts.

The villagers who had gathered at the entrance of the village to watch the spectacle instantly brightened up.

Several quick-moving individuals had already caught up, rubbing their hands together.

"I knew from a young age that Qingshan was no ordinary kid; he was destined for great things!"

"Indeed! Aoyama, you've really made something of yourself, managing to take down such a huge cannonball!"

Zhao Laosan squeezed to the front, a self-righteous smile on his face, blocking Lu Qingshan's path.

"Qingshan, we've beaten up a lot of people. According to the old customs of Hongshi Village, shouldn't we share some meat with our fellow villagers to enjoy?"

As soon as he said this, a chorus of agreement immediately arose from behind him.

"Yes, yes, everyone who sees it gets a share!"

"We all live in the same village, so shouldn't everyone share some good things?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Guifen's joy faded, and she unconsciously gripped Lu Qingshan's sleeve tightly, her eyes filled with embarrassment.

In the dead of winter, no one has an easy time.

With so many people, I wonder how much meat will have to be distributed...

Lu Changgui did some mental calculations, frowned, and tightened his grip on the cane.

Lu Qingshan glanced at Zhao Laosan, then at the greedy eyes behind him, and spoke calmly.

"point."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Laosan and the villagers' smiles deepened, as if it were New Year's Day.

They clamored for help, but their hands were actually pulling at the wild boar. They were just waiting for Lu Qingshan to unload the meat.

Lu Qingshan stood rooted to the spot. He raised his hand to stop several people, then said something that froze everyone's smiles on their faces.

"I've already decided, the price is 80 cents a pound of pork, no meat coupons required. If you want to try it, go home and get the money to buy it."

Eight cents?

The village entrance fell into a deathly silence.

The wind swept across the snow, swirling up a few dry grass leaves, chilling them to the bone.

"What? You want...you want money?" a villager stammered, unable to believe his ears.

Zhao Laosan was the first to react, his face instantly turning a deep purplish-red, and he pointed at Lu Qingshan and started yelling.

"Lu Qingshan! What do you mean? We live in the same village, and you're trying to get money from the villagers after hitting a pig? Don't you have any respect for the people here?!"

"Exactly! They're obsessed with money!"

"I've never seen you this stingy before!"

Seeing that she had offended everyone in the village, Wang Guifen frantically grabbed her son's arm, saying, "Qingshan, say less. We're all from the same village..."

"Mother, it's alright."

Lu Qingshan patted her hand, his gaze fixed on the jumping Zhao Laosan, his tone calm and undisturbed.

"Uncle Zhao, when you slaughtered a pig last year, did you give my family half a pound of meat?"

Zhao Laosan choked.

Lu Qingshan then looked at another shouting villager, "Uncle Li, did you bring us a piece of the fish tail when you caught a big carp in the river a few days ago?"

The villager's face also turned red.

"I, Lu Qingshan, am making this clear today. This pig was risked my life with my grandfather, and Qingwei even has a huge gash on its tail. Anyone who wants to eat meat for free can go up the mountain and fight that cannonball himself."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear, making one's heart feel heavy.

"Want some ready-made? Sure. Eighty cents a pound. We know whether that's fair or not. Honest and fair. If you think it's too expensive..."

Lu Qingshan's lips curled into a smile, "Then you can go to the county town's supply and marketing cooperative to buy it. It's 1.2 yuan per jin, and you'll need meat coupons."

Zhao Laosan was speechless after being rebuked, his old face turning pale and then red.

He knew that Lu Qingshan was telling the truth.

But he just couldn't swallow this insult!

His eyes darted around, and he sneered sarcastically, "Fine, Lu Qingshan, you've got guts! I'd like to see who in the village will pay for your two hundred-plus pounds of meat! Don't let it rot until no one even wants to feed it to the dogs!"

"Yeah, just wait until it stinks!"

Seeing that they couldn't gain anything, the villagers also joined in the commotion, and then dispersed in twos and threes.

Watching the group of people leave dejectedly, Wang Guifen was filled with worry.

"Qingshan, you've offended everyone. How are you going to face people in the village now?"

"Mother, you can't get along with this kind of person unless you offend them." Lu Qingshan didn't care at all.

Back home, Lu Changgui helped his son carry the pork into the yard, and looking at the mountain of meat, he was also worried.

"Qingshan, no one in the village will buy this much meat, and it's not that cold yet, so it won't last more than a few days."

"Father, Mother, don't worry."

Lu Qingshan took out two sharp peeling knives from the house and rubbed them on a whetstone.

"I never intended to sell this meat in the village."

Wang Guifen was taken aback. "Not selling here? Then where will you sell it?"

"I have my own brilliant plan," Lu Qingshan said with a mysterious smile, offering no further explanation.

He asked the old man and his father to help him hang the whole pig on the old locust tree in the yard.

Then, he took a deep breath and moved the knife in his hand.

The blade flashed, moving so fast that only a blur remained.

Starting with the pig's head, the knife cuts down along the spine with fluid, effortless movements.

Open the abdomen, cut open the stomach, and remove the internal organs.

In less than fifteen minutes, he had cleaned up a whole wild boar.

Pig hearts, livers, and kidneys were neatly categorized and placed in a basin, and the pig intestines were also cleaned thoroughly.

Grandpa Lu sat to the side, puffing on his pipe, watching his grandson's superb skills, his cloudy old eyes flashing with a sharp light.

Just how many hidden talents does this kid possess that I don't know about?

Ignoring his family's shock, Lu Qingshan put down his work and picked up a small boning knife.

He examined the pig carefully for a moment, then turned the knife and made a precise cut from its lower back.

With a flick of his wrist, he completely removed a tenderloin weighing three or four pounds, with a perfect balance of fat and lean meat.

"Qingshan, what is this...?" Wang Guifen asked, puzzled.

Lu Qingshan carefully wrapped the pork tenderloin in clean oil paper and tied it tightly with straw rope.

He looked up, met the puzzled gazes of his parents and grandfather, and grinned.

"This piece is not for sale."

"This is for my wife to nourish her body."

young married woman?

Wang Guifen and Lu Changgui exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

"You silly child, it's not even close to being settled yet!" Wang Guifen scolded playfully, but she couldn't suppress the smile on her face.

Grandpa Lu tapped his cigarette ash, a hint of approval appearing in his cloudy old eyes: "Alright, stop scolding me. You know how to care for your wife, you're starting to look like a human being."

Lu Qingshan picked up the tightly wrapped pork tenderloin and said to Wang Guifen, "Mother, I'm going out for a bit."

"It's getting dark, where are we going?"

"Go and deliver meat to my wife."

After saying that, ignoring his mother's nagging, he strode out of the courtyard gate.

In the snow, Lu Qingshan's footsteps were steady and firm.

As soon as he reached the outside of the Lin family's courtyard, he heard Lin Yaozu wailing and crying for his parents coming from inside.

"Sis! You saw it, Lu Qingshan kicked me! My stomach still hurts!"

Then came Lin Xiumei's sharp and sarcastic voice: "Exactly! Yaozu was kind enough to speak up for me, so why did he lay a hand on me? I think he's beating up a pig; he doesn't know who he is!"

Inside the house, Lin's parents sat on the kang (a heated brick bed), their faces increasingly grim.

Without hesitation, Lu Qingshan pushed open the slightly ajar courtyard gate.

With a creak, all sounds in the courtyard came to an abrupt halt.