Era: Seven money-losing girls? They're trying to trick me into having a daughter again!

Fang Wei and Fang Zhi followed behind Section Chief Luo through the backyard of the food company.

Several Jiefang brand trucks were parked in the yard, their cargo beds piled high with sacks of grain and bamboo baskets of vegetables, and the air was thick with the smells of soy sauce and lard.

The finance department is on the second floor.

Section Chief Luo pushed open a wooden door with frosted glass on it, and a mixture of smoke and ink wafted out.

The office contained several dark red wooden desks, and a banner on the wall read "Advanced Department".

Hanging on a nail next to the banner is a calendar that has been torn in half, with a picture of a chubby baby holding a big carp.

"Old Liu, settle the bill for this comrade."

Section Chief Luo walked to a desk and handed over the form he was holding.

The cashier, an old man in his fifties, sat behind the desk. He took the form, glanced at it, took out a set of keys from the drawer, and squatted down in front of the green metal safe in the corner.

The safe door was opened, revealing stacks of neatly stacked banknotes inside.

The cashier pulled out several stacks of ten-yuan bills, rummaged through the loose change, and finally returned to his desk with a pile of banknotes.

"Ten, twenty, thirty...five hundred..."

He dipped his finger on his tongue and started counting the sheets one by one, holding each sheet up to his eyes and looking at the watermark through the window.

After counting the banknotes the first time, he turned them over and counted them again.

"Five hundred and ninety-three yuan and seventy-six cents."

The cashier pushed the counted banknotes to the opposite side of the table, then took out a few coins from the drawer. "These are seventy-six cents."

Seeing this, Fang Wei counted the money again, bill by bill, in front of Section Chief Luo, and finally smiled and said, "No problem, not a penny off."

After saying that, he folded the money in half and carefully put it into his inner pocket.

"Comrade Fang Wei, it was a pleasure working with you this time."

Section Chief Luo extended his hand to Fang Wei and added, "If your Laotang Village still has wild game in the future, you can come directly to me."

"Our food company is always willing to buy authentic wild boar meat like this."

Fang Wei grasped his hand and shook it vigorously twice: "Thank you, Section Chief Luo. I'll definitely need to trouble you again in the future."

Although the prices here are low, they pay quickly and readily, and he can eat as much as he wants. He'll definitely come here often.

After exchanging a few more polite words, Fang Wei and his group took their leave.

As they walked down the stairs, Fang Zhi suddenly reached out and patted his younger brother on the shoulder: "Well done, Dawei. Over 1,200 jin, you sold it without hesitation."

I never expected this kid to have a business mind!

"It's all thanks to you and my second sister-in-law."

Fang Wei grinned and said modestly, "If it weren't for you guys helping me get this deal, this meat would still be attracting flies in the threshing ground."

He could guess that Section Chief Luo's offer of 48 cents was probably because he didn't try to lower the price too much for Gu Yuan's sake.

If it were just him and the villagers coming by themselves, the price of this batch of wild boar meat might have been driven down to 40 cents per pound.

Fang Zhi said "Hey" and waved his hand: "We're all family, why be so polite with my brother and sister-in-law?"

Once outside the large iron gate, he pushed his bicycle over, looked at Fang Wei, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Be careful on the way back, and don't stop unless necessary."

"OK."

Fang Wei climbed onto the tractor's trailer and waved to Fang Zhi.

On the way back, Chen Dajiao, gripping the tractor's steering wheel, shouted at Fang Wei, "Dawei! How much of this five hundred-odd yuan do you think you'll get?"

"Classified by effort output."

"Then you'll definitely get the lion's share this time! You killed that boar all by yourself!"

Chen Dajiao felt a pang of envy, but he wouldn't dare go hunting wild boar with them. So he could only say, "I've lived in this village for so many years, and I've never seen anyone dare to ride on a wild boar's back and stab someone with a knife!"

Fang Wei smiled but didn't reply.

……

The grain drying ground in Laotang Village was already packed with people.

After Fang Wei and Chen Dajiao left, some people carried benches and teacups to guard the threshing ground.

As the sun began to set, the millstones, walls, and tree branches around the threshing ground were packed with people.

The men squatted on the ground smoking their pipes, while the women gathered together, chattering amongst themselves.

A naked child weaves through the crowd, and even when an adult slaps his bottom, he doesn't cry but giggles and keeps running.

"They're here! They're back!!!"

Someone shouted first, and everyone in the threshing ground started pushing forward.

Chen Dajiao understood the villagers' little schemes very well, so instead of driving the tractor home, she parked it directly next to the threshing ground.

Fang Wei jumped off the trailer.

Hundreds of eyes were fixed on him.

Fang Wei walked straight to the center of the threshing ground, where a temporary eight-immortal table had been moved in.

Village Chief Zhou sat on a long bench next to the octagonal table, a pipe dangling from his mouth, the embers of the pipe flickering.

Fang Wei walked up to the octagonal table and, without saying a word, slammed the stack of banknotes onto it with a "bang".

The bills were spread out on the table: ten-yuan notes, five-yuan notes, a few crumpled small bills, and a few coins.

The entire threshing ground fell silent instantly.

Even the children who were still chasing each other stopped running and stared wide-eyed at the pile of colorful bills on the table.

Fang Wei leaned close to Village Chief Zhou and whispered a few words to him.

Village Chief Zhou nodded, stood up, cleared his throat, and shouted, "You all saw that, right? All the meat has been sold to the county food company!"

He pointed to the banknotes on the table.

"A total of 1,237 catties of clean meat, at 48 cents per catty, sold for a total of 593.76 yuan."

"Fang Wei, you're in charge of distributing the money."

Hearing this, Fang Wei was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Village Chief Zhou. Village Chief Zhou was also looking at him, and said seriously, "You commanded this battle, and you sold the money. How you divide it is up to you!"

"..."

Fang Wei remained silent for a few seconds, then, under the gaze of everyone in the threshing ground, shouted loudly, "Uncle Li!"

"Why!"

Uncle Li immediately stepped forward from the front of the crowd and replied, "Dawei! Uncle's here!"

"Your trap team has six people in total."

Fang Wei looked at him and counted out twelve ten-yuan bills from the banknotes on the table. "Here is one hundred and twenty yuan. Twenty yuan each."

The entire threshing ground stirred up a bit.

One hundred and twenty yuan! Six people! Each person gets twenty yuan! And this is just a trap!

Uncle Li stepped forward, feeling all the villagers staring at him. His outstretched hand trembled slightly as he said in a rough voice, "Thank you, Dawei!"