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The people were carried back the same way they were carried here, the only difference was that one was still breathing and the other was almost dead.

The pig-slaughtering pot was set up in the square where the meeting was held in the morning, and Old Li was already directing people to shave the hair and get basins to prepare.

"Quick, quick, get a basin to catch this blood, it's a good thing."

Wild boar meat tastes a bit fishy, ​​but it is also a good thing when you haven't eaten meat for a long time. The meat is placed in the backpack one by one.

Two taels of rice per person, and the educated youth were among them waiting to have a meal. In the afternoon, Aunt Niu would be the chef and prepare the pig-killing dish.

Jiuli was dragged here after changing her clothes. The coat she changed into was still brand new, with a circle of black fur around the collar, which looked very warm.

She was wrapped tightly, with her pretty face hidden in the fur, revealing her beautiful and charming fox eyes. Aunt Cuihua said that this girl was the most beautiful one in the area.

As for Li Huahua? I don't know who she is.

"Zhou Zhiqing is here? Come, come and stand in the front. The meat will be distributed soon. Is everyone okay with it?" he shouted to the people behind.

"No," Qi Qi replied. Just because the one with a big hole in his hand could be saved, they had to give way.

"Don't be polite. We are family. I will cut you whatever piece you want," Old Li asked with a smile and waved his hand.

"I'd like some hind leg meat to make dumplings at home, please help, Uncle Li." It would be bad to be too reserved, so he said it without delay.

"Is two taels enough?" Old Man Li wondered, and he moved the knife to the side a finger's width and chopped it down. "There are still some bones that no one wants. It would be nice to take some back and make some bone soup."

"Two will be enough. It's good for the elderly and children to drink more bone soup. I won't argue with my uncle and aunt."

After hearing that drinking more bone soup is good for your health, Aunt Niu, who was sitting at the back of the line, brightened her eyes and thought it was right to listen to Zhou Zhiqing.

"Old Li, bring me some big bones too."

"Just give me two roots. You can't keep such good things to yourself."

Old Li quickly hid a bone for himself before continuing to cut the meat. All the bones that no one wanted in the past were taken.

"Anyone want to buy it? If not, we'll make a big pot of it and ask everyone to come over with their bowls and chopsticks to eat in the afternoon." The two pigs were divided roughly equally.

"Uncle Li, I want the fifty-cent one," Zhou Ji looked greedily in the direction where Jiuli left, determined to get it.

"Uncle Li, I want one dollar," Su Yu swallowed. He hadn't eaten meat for a long time since he came here.

"Okay, we have everything." He weighed the items and looked at the people around him, then nodded with satisfaction. There were enough dishes for killing pigs.

The people in the village who bought meat were reluctant to spend money, so the wife of the injured man spent fifty cents to buy some to make dumplings.

This piece of fat can be eaten for half a year if you are frugal. Basically no one wants bones and prefers fat.

After the meat was distributed, the heads of each family took it back and put it away. A group of old women squatted on the ground washing the vegetables and pork. Aunt Niu, the chef, did not even step foot on the ground, wishing she could cook it right away.

Those who come to eat the pig-killing meal at four o'clock in the afternoon each bring their own bowls and chopsticks. No matter whether it is morning or evening, they bring a handful of vegetables, two eggs, radishes, cabbages, etc., and they can also make a big stew.

The steamed buns made of three-grain flour are not tasty but they are filling. Two men, a woman, a child and an elderly person can eat them.

"Come on, come on, line up," he said, holding a big soup spoon to scoop up the food and knocking on the pot to signal everyone to be quiet.

The fragrance literally filled the entire square.

The first one to get the rice couldn't wait to take a bite, squinted his eyes in satisfaction, and immediately squatted aside to eat.

"It's spicy, fresh and tasty, with plenty of chewiness, the meatballs are just the right size, and the broth is rich and delicious, worthy of Aunt Niu."

"You're right. Cabbage and radish taste good after they have absorbed the broth."

Everyone’s bowl was full. Some people squatted down to eat, some ate standing aside, and most people sat down.

"It's Aunt Niu's cooking. Did you add pepper?"

There was nothing more to taste. Everyone who heard it praised it highly. Aunt Niu's face was beaming with pride.

"If you can eat meat every day, that would be a heavenly life."

The pots, pans, and utensils belong to each family, and you clean up after eating. Those who don't know how to live will just make cabbage and pork dumplings and plan to eat them in two days. If they are chopped finely, you can still taste the meat.

"Zhou Zhiqing, can you cook?" Zhou Ji came over to show off, his face was greasy from eating, and he looked ugly.

"No." Jiuli stepped back quietly.

It was so ugly that she had never seen anything so ugly.

"I can do that. How about giving me the meat and I'll pack it for you?" He made the invitation with a smile on his face, but deep down he was complaining wildly, what kind of woman is she if she can't cook?

"Zhou Jizhiqing, you don't need to worry about Zhou Zhiqing not knowing how to make dumplings," Aunt Niu quickly popped up from the side.

"You are a toad wanting to eat swan meat. Don't you even consider how you are worthy of Zhou Zhiqing?"

"It's okay if you don't know how to make it. Auntie will make whatever filling you want and you can come and get it. You can't throw yourself at a man like this."

Zhou Ji, who was squeezed out, had a crazy look in his eyes. Anyway, he only wanted Zhou Zhiqing's money, so there was no need for love. As for the woman, she was devoted to him after sleeping with him, and began to make plans.

"Yes," he agreed like a good baby.

"Master, that scumbag is going to be dead soon," Ling Ling had already prepared the sack and was ready to fight.

What kind of thing dares to miss its master? Hearing this, Jiuli said goodbye to Aunt Niu with a smile on her face and made an appointment to make dumplings.

He turned around and his face darkened. He blocked Zhou Ji on the path Ling Ling had pointed out. Ling Ling dropped from the sky and put a sack on him, and then a barrage of fists fell on Zhou Ji?

"Who are you? Do you know who I am?" he shouted.

He didn't reply, but responded with punches to the flesh, all aimed at unimportant parts, almost to the death.

"Ah, don't hit me, I'll give you whatever you want," begging for mercy.

"Wuwuwu, let me go," she cried, covering her face.

Who did he offend? Why was he beaten for no reason?

"Keep your eyes open and don't mess with people you shouldn't mess with." The voice changed to a male one, threatening viciously, and then walked away with a swagger.

Only Zhou Ji, who was beaten with a bruised face and nose, was left. No one saw him the whole time and he could only blame himself for his bad luck.

"That Zhou Ji, I don't know who beat him up yesterday, his face is swollen and his nose is bruised, you can tell at a glance that he is not a good kid."

"Zhou Ji? I know his leg was broken."

"I'm telling you, Zhou Jizhiqing is paralyzed by the vengeance."

"Really? Only one breath left? Tsk."

Zhou Ji's injury had just healed a little when he was beaten again on his way back from work. It was even more severe than the last time and was done by two people.

He returned to the educated youth point with difficulty at the place where he was beaten last time, and received strange looks.

"Been beaten again? Zhou Ji, can't you be more honest? Who beats you every day for no reason? Be smart." The captain said helplessly.

To be honest, he wanted to beat him up, too. Why would he care about Zhou Zhiqing? Didn't he just want to climb up? And didn't he want to pay? Trash. It was good to be beaten, so he touched his chin and thought about how to change people.