Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

The whole family was stunned. After a while, Qin Qingfu said, "Dabao, what did you say? You killed two wild boars?"

Grandma grabbed Qin Dabao and said, "Oh my god, grandson, are you okay?"

Lu Xiu'e also came over nervously with a broom in her hand.

Qin Dabao rubbed his arm and hid behind his grandmother. His mother always hit people without mercy.

"I wasn't hurt. I was exhausted after pulling for the whole day. I wanted to come back and ask Uncle Qingrong to find someone to fix it, but before I could even say anything, I got beaten up."

Qin Qingyou jumped off the kang, hurriedly put on his shoes, and urged: "Second brother, third brother, go, go, go."

Old Qin patted Qin Qingyou and said, "Don't be impatient. Listen to what Dabao has to say."

Qin Dabao smiled. After all, he was his grandfather, and he knew that he had other ideas.

"What are you doing, Dad?" Qin Qingyou, Qin Qingfu, and Qin Qinggui were all stunned: "If we don't get it back soon, someone will find out."

"Look at the three of you, you have no rules at all. I don't know who you are following."

The old lady was furious: "Bullshit! Who did your offspring take after? Who? This old fool!"

Old Qin immediately wilted. In his life, he was only afraid of three people: his father, his eldest brother, and his wife. His wife ranked second, and his deceased eldest brother ranked first.

Qin Dabao quickly said, "We can't keep these two wild boars by ourselves."

"Why?" The uncle was anxious. It was winter now, and these two wild boars could be eaten until April if they were pickled with salt.

Qin Qingyou and Qin Qingfu also frowned and looked at Qin Dabao.

"Almost all the families in the village are out of food now. If we still care about our own families at this time, keep the food for ourselves, and eat our fill without caring about our fellow villagers, then our days in Qinjiagou will be over."

The old uncle started yelling, "Who cares about them? These days, if you have enough to eat, why bother? Whoever has the ability can go and fight them themselves."

Qin Dabao glanced at his uncle. This uncle had been like this all his life, short-sighted, always calculating his own family's interests, and extremely selfish. If it weren't for the fact that he still had some filial piety towards his grandparents, he would have ignored him long ago.

"The villagers are pinching their stomachs while we are eating our fill? We can't do such a thing."

There is no profound truth to this. This is the principle of being a human being. Qin Dabao has always been like this.

The old lady seemed to be thinking about something, and her eyes were full of smiles as she looked at her eldest grandson. She knew very well what kind of people her three sons were. The eldest and second sons were okay, but the youngest son was completely spoiled.

The old lady coughed and said, "My eldest grandson is right. Second son, go find Qingrong and ask him to organize some people. Together with my eldest grandson, we can bring the wild boar back and distribute it to the villagers."

"mother…"

The old Qin slapped the third son, Qin Qinggui, in the face: "Stop talking nonsense! You have big eyes and a small belly, do you think your family can keep the wild boar?"

Qin Qingyou recovered and pushed Qin Qingfu: "Listen to our parents and go!"

"Oh..." Qin Qingfu put on his hat and ran away.

Qin Qinggui still looked reluctant, snorted, and squatted on the ground with his shoulders hugged.

Qin Dabao smiled and shook his head secretly. His uncle was over thirty years old, but he still acted like a child.

It was at this time that Dabao felt his stomach rumbling. Fortunately, he had roasted a piece of meat in the space, otherwise he would not have been able to hold on until now.

Lu Xiu'e felt sorry for her son, so she went to the outer room to heat up the food for him. Second aunt and old aunt also went out to help.

Niu Niu and Er Bao dared to come over. Niu Niu raised her little hands and said, "Guo Guo, give me a hug."

Qin Dabao quickly picked up Niuniu, and Niuniu hugged her brother's neck tightly, burying her little face in his shoulder.

"Guo Guo, I miss Qi Rou Rou."

"Okay, I'll stew some meat for you later."

Erbao was clever and understood that his brother had killed two wild boars. He had already slipped to the kang to put on his cotton shoes and wanted to watch the fun.

Qin Qingyou knew his eldest son too well. He grabbed the boy's collar and threw him onto the kang. It was already dark, and he couldn't let him run around outside.

A square table was placed on the kang, and large pancakes and cabbage soup were served. Dabao was very hungry and started eating as soon as he grabbed the food. When one is so hungry, everything tastes good to him.

There was a sound of footsteps, and Qin Qingrong, Qin Qingfu, and Qin Dazhu came in through the door curtain.

Qin Qingrong was very excited. He said hello to Old Qin and the old lady, then sat down opposite Dabao. He took the cigar basket from Qin Qingyou and asked, "Dabao, tell Uncle San that you killed two wild boars. Is that true?"

Qin Dabao broke the remaining half of the pancake into pieces and fed it to his sister: "Of course it's real. I broke it in two and put it on the West Mountain Ridge. It's too heavy. I pulled it out of the mountain and couldn't move it anymore."

"Oh my, that's great, two wild boars... My nephew is so awesome!" Qin Qingrong rubbed his hands with joy.

Qin Dazhu was a little bit incredulous. He had just left the army and would go hunting in the mountains when he had nothing to do. He knew how difficult wild boars were to hunt. The adult hunters in the village didn't dare to deal with wild boars easily. How could a young boy be so brave? Could he have such great ability? He might have killed two wild boars weighing 30 or 40 kilograms.

"Hey Dabao, how big are those two wild boars?" His tone was full of distrust.

Qin Qingrong rolled his eyes. This big guy always spoke directly. How big was he? Even if he weighed forty or fifty kilograms, it was rare.

Qin Dabao fed his sister a sip of cabbage soup and said slowly, "It's not big. I guess the two together are only about 500 kilograms."

"What? Five, more than five hundred pounds?" Everyone in the room was stunned.

"What are you waiting for? Let's go!" Qin Qingfu was anxious. Even if these two big pigs were divided among the villagers, each family could get five or six pounds.

Qin Dabao put on his coat and hat. He had to go with them. It was out in the wilderness, so where could they find it on their own?

Five or six people, holding torches, went up the mountain in a stream of light.

Niu Niu and Erbao lay on the windowsill looking outside, feeling itchy and unable to sit still.

When Qin Dabao and others reached the mountain and pulled away the branches, revealing two big wild boars, they shocked everyone again.

Qin Dazhu held the torch, squatted down and took a closer look at the wild boar. He couldn't help but praise it: "Dabaozi, your shooting is so accurate. Several shots hit the eyes, nose and mouth."

Qin Dabao chuckled: "It was just a fluke."

Qin Qingrong was in a dilemma and turned to Qin Qingyou and said, "Qingyou, what should we do with these two pigs? How about handing one over to the village and keeping the other for yourself?"

Qin Qinggui was delighted, snatched it and said, "Okay, this one is fine!"

"What are you doing?" Qin Qingyou kicked his brother and said, "Get out of here."

Qin Qingrong's expression turned grim. What did he mean? Did Qingyou want to keep both pigs? That was too much.

"Third brother, divide these two pigs among the villagers and save them for the New Year. We have to give our family some dumplings."

Qin Qingrong couldn't help but burst into tears. These past few months had been too much for him. The food supply was getting less and less. It was cold in the north, and only one crop could be grown per year. Now, even without the seeds, the food supply in the village was not enough for the villagers to eat for two months.

There were still four months until the wild vegetables in the mountains could grow out. In order to prevent people from starving to death in the village, he and the village cadres' hair turned white with worry.

Now that he suddenly has two big fat pigs, how can he not be excited?

"Qingyou, Qingyou..." The village chief held his cousin's hand and was speechless for a long time.

Qin Qingyou is also a brother who grew up with the village chief and knows his feelings.

"Brother San, hurry up and carry the pig down the mountain!"

"Okay, carry the meat down the mountain and divide it up, and make a few pots of pig-killing dishes, stew some sorghum rice, and let the old and young men have a full meal. This is all thanks to my eldest nephew."

With food, they had the energy to go down the mountain. Dabao walked at the end. When they were so happy that they forgot about him, he took out a yellow-haired boy from the space. The boy weighed about 70 or 80 kilograms. He left it for his grandparents.

Several bonfires were lit in the square in front of the village gate. Qinjiagou was nestled in the mountains and beside the water, so there was no shortage of firewood. When a gong sounded, every household, not knowing what was happening, went out and rushed to the village office.

Qin Dabao secretly carried the yellow-haired pig into the house, which made his family very happy. The seventy or eighty kilograms of pork were enough for the whole family to eat, and it would take them until the end of the first month of the lunar year.

After Qin Qingyou sent the wild boar away, he asked his two younger brothers to help in the village and hurried home. His son had just told him secretly that he had left a little wild boar behind.

Is there anyone who is not selfish? It's just a matter of degree.

At the village office, accountant Qin Dagui quickly organized people to kill the pig and divide the meat. The blood sausage could not be stuffed because the pig's blood had coagulated.

Five large iron pots were moved out of the village committee warehouse and set up. These were left over from the canteen era. Two sips of braised red sorghum rice, three sips of pork stewed with sauerkraut, and a soulless blood sausage from the pig-killing dish. It always felt like something was missing.

For a while, the adults were busy and happy, and the children were playing around in the yard. I hadn't eaten meat for a long time, and this time it felt like Chinese New Year.

Qinjiagou was bustling that night. Two wild boars were slaughtered and their heads and hooves removed, and more than 400 kilograms of fat meat were removed. This made the villagers feel that their lives had hope.