Fisherwoman: After my divorce, I became rich by fishing at sea

When Fu Wan took the money, Ye Xiaocui and others who had rushed over saw her. Seeing Fu Wan counting out nine Great Unity notes, Ye Xiaocui suddenly became uneasy.

Nine pictures of unity, my daughter must be crazy!

However, when Ye Xiaocui saw the venison clearly on the snakeskin bag, she let go of Fu Wan's hand.

Venison, no wonder.

She was the daughter of a hunter, and she knew very well how difficult it was to hunt deer.

Ye Xiaocui’s father had also hunted deer and roe deer before, but the family was very poor at that time, so he only kept a few offal and ran to the county town to sell all the meat.

Ye Xiaocui really couldn't describe what venison tasted like.

She only remembered that the deer offal in her memory was one of the most delicious things she had ever eaten in her life.

Fu Wan naturally did not miss the change in Ye Xiaocui's expression. She raised her eyebrows and asked her with a hint of amusement:

"Mom, what do you say? How about we not buy it? I'll listen to you!"

"Buy it, of course you should. Venison is a good thing. How much is it per pound? Do you want to buy some?"

Ye Xiaocui said quickly that what she was thinking about at the moment was that her husband, Boss Fu, had been recuperating for more than half a year since he came back from the accident at sea, and his body seemed to have almost recovered.

But she, who slept in the same bed with him, knew that at night, his legs and feet felt like ice and could not be warmed up no matter how hard he tried.

She remembered her father saying that venison was a great tonic, and that deer blood was also good. It was rare to see a hunter kill a deer these days, so she had to buy some back home.

When he first saw Fu Wan, Huang Tiejun felt that the girl looked familiar. After Ye Xiaocui came over, he was stunned for a long time before calling out tentatively.

"Sister Xiao Cui?"

Hearing a stranger calling her name, Ye Xiaocui looked in the direction of the voice in surprise.

"You are……"

"Oh, it's me, Tiejun, Huang Tiejun! When I was a kid, I was fostered in Qingshan Village. Didn't I go up the mountain with your father and brother to trap rabbits?"

Huang Tiejun gestured excitedly, and Ye Xiaocui finally remembered.

"Oh, I was wondering who could catch the deer, it turned out to be Brother Tiejun.

I really didn't recognize you just now, Awan and Aming, come and call me uncle."

Come on, I even came to my relative’s house to buy things.

"uncle."

"Hey!"

Looking at Fu Wan and Fu Ming beside Ye Xiaocui, Huang Tiejun smiled with tears in his eyes.

The reason why he became a hunter is closely related to his childhood life experience in Qingshan Village.

Ye Xiaocui's father was the master who brought him into the sect.

It’s a pity that Ye Xiaocui’s father died early. He had heard that Ye Xiaocui married a fisherman who was not loved by his father and mother, and he felt sorry for her.

It seems that she is living a good life now!

After the greeting, Ye Xiaocui asked about Huang Tiejun's family situation. He also had a miserable life. His father died early and his mother passed away due to illness when he was five years old.

Therefore, Huang Tiejun was fostered in his uncle's home in Qingshan Village until he was ten years old, and was not taken back to Qingshui Village by his uncle until he was ten years old.

Nearly thirty years have passed in a flash, and the skinny and short boy has become a burly uncle with an unshaven beard.

"Uncle, take this money. Please help me pack the venison in a bag."

Fu Wan handed the money to Huang Tiejun. Huang Tiejun hesitated for a moment, kept fifty yuan in his hand, and stuffed the rest into Fu Wan's hand.

"Awan, that's your name, right? I'll just take some of the cost of this deer, and you can take the rest."

Making money is not easy. Xiao Cui's daughter bought so much venison and it must be useful for her.

It's rare for him to meet old friends, so he'd better earn less if possible.

After hearing what he said, Fu Wan quickly put her hands behind her back.

"No, uncle, just take the money as it should be. If you return it to me, I will no longer recognize you as my uncle!"

"Yes, Brother Tiejun, you should keep this money. The weather is so cold, and it's dangerous in the mountains. You'd better not go into the mountains as much as possible."

"Oh my, what are you doing..."

Huang Tiejun couldn't argue with them and had no choice but to think about it and pick up the deer head from the snakeskin bag behind him.

He had originally kept this for his family to eat during the New Year, but now he simply gave it all to Fu Wan.

"Take this, stew it with more firewood, and it will taste good!"

After saying that, he stuffed the money into the urea bag next to Fu Wan without saying anything. Fu Wan couldn't refuse, so she didn't say anything more. She looked at the time. It was already past eleven o'clock, and they had to see if there was anything they wanted to buy.

Otherwise, others would have closed their stalls.

After saying goodbye to Huang Tiejun, Fu Ming carried the bag of venison toward the police station. It was too heavy, so he had to put it in the car first.

Watching Ye Xiaocui and the others walking away, Huang Tiejun picked up the things on the ground and prepared to go home.

The weight and scale were one of the most valuable items in his house, and he couldn't afford to lose them. But when he picked up the weight, he found two folded Great Unity banknotes underneath.

Thinking back, it seemed like it was Ye Xiaocui's girl who moved his scale just now. At that time, he thought Fu Wan wanted to see the number on the scale, but it turned out that she was giving him the money for the deer head.

Oh, how could a deer head cost 20 yuan? Huang Tiejun was very annoyed. He wanted to chase it but couldn't put down the things in his hand.

Forget it. When he goes to Qingshan Village during the New Year, he will give a few of the rabbit skins he has collected these days to Ye Jianguo and ask him to help make gloves for those children.

After buying venison, I always feel that pork and other things are not as good as I thought.

In addition, the price at Fu Dazhuang's place in the village was good, so Ye Xiaocui simply didn't buy pork, but only bought some candies, biscuits, and aniseed.

The few of them walked around and, except for the two children, everyone was carrying something in their hands. When they arrived at the police station, they saw that the trunk was almost full.

There is rice, noodles, and various New Year's goods.

"Godmother, what is that?"

Fu Wan had just stuffed everything in her hands into the trunk when Qin An Ning tugged at the hem of her clothes.

She looked in the direction Qin An Ning pointed. Hey, talented people are really everywhere.

These days, there are still people setting up stalls in front of the supply and marketing cooperatives.

"It looks like a paper-cut, is it a window decoration?"

Qin An Ning took a look, but Fu Wan shook her head in denial.

"It's not a window paper, it's a door sticker, the kind you stick on the front door."

"A letter of introduction?"

Ye Xiaocui also looked over when she heard this, and immediately became happy after seeing clearly.

"What's a door-passing note? Isn't that just hanging money? Come on, Chunlan, let's go buy some too!"

Door hanging paper, also known as hanging money, door hangings, movable door money, etc., is also a kind of paper-cutting.

In the local area, there is a custom of pasting door stickers during the Spring Festival. Generally, families will buy or cut door stickers with red paper and paste them on the door lintel.

Some families not only stick the stickers on the door lintels, but also on water tanks, windows and beds.

During the Chinese New Year, a row of these paper stickers are pasted on the door lintel. When you enter the door and see them, it means "joyful smiles."

However, because every household has different financial resources and not everyone can afford to buy red paper, the colors of the paper used for the door-passing during the Spring Festival may also vary. The red color is still the best, giving it a festive feel. Fu Wan's family used to use paper of all colors. This thing is not expensive, usually only one or two cents a piece.

Fu Wan pulled them to stop in front of the old man's stall. It must be said that the old man's wedding invitation card was really beautifully made.