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

"Uncle Yang!"

When Yang Qian's father saw Fang Wei looking at him, he immediately shoved the wooden stick in his hand into the hand of the person next to him, darted over to the octagonal table, and said with a grin, "Dawei! Uncle's here too!"

Previously, his son had followed Fang Wei to catch pigs and shrimp and made money from selling them, and he thought to himself that his son was lucky.

Now that it was his turn, the feeling in his heart was so wonderful that he couldn't even describe it!

"Uncle Yang, there are five people in the gong-beating group."

Fang Wei counted out ten 100-yuan bills and handed them over, saying, "Here's 100 yuan, and each person in your group gets 20 yuan."

Yang Qian's father took the money, smiled, and said, "Dawei, you're a fair man! No wonder my son is willing to work for you!"

Fang Wei waved his hand with a smile, looked at his older brother standing there, and shouted, "Fang Qiang, you jumped down from the tree, stopped the boar with a stick, and were even injured in the fight. You get fifty yuan."

Fang Qiang stepped forward, looked at the five ten-yuan bills in his hand, and suddenly sighed: "Dawei, this money..."

"Take it."

Fang Wei shoved the money into his elder brother's hand, saying firmly, "Brother, this is what you risked your life for, you deserve it!"

Fang Qiang clutched the five banknotes for a long time before finally nodding.

"Da Cheng, Yang Qian."

Da Cheng and Yang Qian pushed their way out of the crowd at the same time, shouting, "Dawei! We're here!"

"You were the first to charge in when the other wild boars went berserk; well done!"

Fang Wei counted out eight ten-yuan bills, four for each person: "You each have forty yuan."

Yang Qian and Da Cheng, holding the money, smiled so broadly their eyes almost disappeared: "Thank you, Dawei!"

Most of the banknotes on the table had already been distributed, and Fang Wei planned to keep the remaining money as the share reserved for the commander and main force, according to the rules.

"Oh!"

Just then, a sarcastic, cold snort suddenly rang out.

Everyone couldn't help but look over.

Zhao Laosan, with his hands tucked into his sleeves and his back bent, squeezed in from behind, followed by three or four middle-aged men.

"Fang Wei".

Zhao Laosan walked up to the octagonal table, glanced at the money on it, and said, "Your meat is selling quite well, huh?"

Fang Wei didn't speak, he just looked at him quietly.

Zhao Laosan felt a chill run down his spine from the look in his eyes, but he still steeled himself and craned his neck even higher, shouting, "This wild boar is from the mountains of Laotang Village!"

"The mountain belongs to the collective! The pigs belong to the collective too! Why should only the dozen or so people who went into the mountains last night get a share of the money?"

The middle-aged men behind him immediately joined in the shouting.

"Exactly! It's collective property, why should you few get to divide it up!"

"More than a thousand catties of meat sold for five or six hundred yuan. There are several hundred people in the village. It's not unreasonable for each family to get a few pieces, is it?"

"That's right! Everyone who sees this money should get a share!!"

"Fang Wei, aren't you supposed to be fair?"

Zhao Laosan said to Fang Wei in a sarcastic tone, "Then tell me, why do you get the lion's share while we people from Laotang Village don't get a single penny?"

He had a very good plan.

Those villagers who didn't receive any money must have felt somewhat uncomfortable.

If he just takes the lead and stirs things up, these people can easily join in the commotion.

If Fang Wei doesn't get a share of the money, he'll offend the whole village.

If the money is divided up, then it's all thanks to Zhao Laosan!

"Bullshit!!!"

Before Fang Wei could speak, Uncle Li roared and charged straight at Zhao Laosan.

"Zhao Laosan! Last night, when Dawei was leading his men to kill wild boar in the mountains, what the hell were you hiding in under the covers?!"

Yang Qian's father stuffed the twenty yuan he had just received into his pocket, then rushed up to Zhao Laosan and spat a thick wad of phlegm hard onto the muddy ground at his feet.

"Pah! Zhao Laosan, are you fucking greedy for money?!"

"We old guys were up all night last night, this is money we risked our lives for! You think you're worthy to even touch it?!"

Fang Qiang, Da Cheng, and Yang Qian surrounded them with grim faces, and the other men who had received the money also surrounded them one after another.

"If you dare touch even a single penny on this table today..."

Yang Qian's father stared at Zhao Laosan and said, word by word, "I'll chop off your two dog paws and feed them to the pigs first!"

"You...you all took money!"

Zhao Laosan and the men around him were a little uneasy, but they still stubbornly insisted, "We'll definitely say a good word for Fang Wei! If you're so capable, get the other villagers to say something too!"

"Ouch!"

The plump woman pushed her way through the crowd, hands on her hips, and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Zhao Laosan, your skin is probably thicker than my bald man's foot skin, isn't it?!"

"Last night he was afraid of wild boars and stayed hidden in his blankets, too scared to come out. Today he saw the money and started acting like a hero!"

"Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror? Who do you think you are!"

A burst of laughter erupted from the surrounding crowd.

The villagers who were initially a little uncomfortable now all lowered their heads.

Although they didn't receive any money, they knew that Yang Qian's father was right; this was money earned with someone's life.

If you're a coward, don't blame others for eating meat.

Moreover, if Fang Wei hadn't desperately killed that boar last night, the village would probably be having a feast today.

"You...you..."

Zhao Laosan's face turned very ugly, and his lips trembled.

He wanted to say something harsh to save face, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Those lazybones who had followed Zhao Laosan into the limelight had already begun to quietly shrink back.

"Get out of here now!!"

Yang Qian's father suddenly shouted.

Zhao Laosan was so frightened that he jumped up, couldn't hold on any longer, and ran away covering his head.

Seeing this, the lazybones immediately followed suit, looking rather dejected.

There was a few seconds of silence in the threshing ground, then everyone burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! Zhao Laosan, that coward!"

"You think you have the guts to come and claim a share of the money? Bah!"

Fang Wei didn't say a word until the laughter subsided. Then, in front of everyone, he reached out and stuffed all the remaining banknotes on the table into his pocket.

This time, no one spoke up to stop them.

……

On September 5th, before dawn, the roosters in Laotang Village crowed for the second time.

Wu Shaoli had been busy in the kitchen for almost half an hour.

She dipped the gourd ladle into the pot, scooped out boiling water and poured it into a wooden basin. Then she scooped two ladles of cool water from the water vat and added it in. She stirred it with her fingers, and the temperature was just right.

"Chunyang! Yunxue! Come and wash your face!"

Fang Chunyang and Fang Yunxue ran out of the house, rubbing their eyes constantly because they were sleepy.

The two of them were so excited last night that they tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. They whispered to each other in bed for most of the night, and only stopped after Wu Shaoli scolded them twice.

Wu Shaoli wrung out the towel and first wiped Fang Chunyang's face.

When the hot towel was wiped across her face, Chunyang winced and shrank back, but Wu Shaoli pulled her back.

"Don't move! Today is your first day of school, your face needs to be washed clean."