Reborn at 60: I Helped My Sister Get Rich Starting from Hunting

The brothers, Da Ming and Xiao Ming, were dumbfounded by the smoked chicken. Zhao Dong looked at them, unsure whether to scold them or laugh.

In the end, Zhang Yang and Zhao Dong took Da Ming and Xiao Ming back to the neighboring courtyard together.

Besides giving Aunt Lu's family a smoked chicken, they also grabbed some sugar cakes, fried dough twists, and candied winter melon, and cut off a piece of bear meat weighing five or six pounds to take with them.

When Zhang Yang placed the items on the table, the three adults in Lu Mingli's family were stunned.

What did they see?

Smoked chicken!

A whole smoked chicken!

They have meat to eat, and they don't even have to lift a finger...

Even without spending money or exerting any effort!

This must be a dream!

Lu Mingli's family rubbed their eyes together.

"Stop rubbing, it's true." Zhang Yang turned Granny Lu's shoulder and said gratefully, "Thank you so much for your brave and decisive shovel strike, which drove away the treacherous villains for our Zhangjiatun!"

He then looked at Huang Cuilan, who had just returned home, and said, "Thank you, Sister Cuilan, for enduring the great injustice of being slandered and having your innocence tarnished."

Zhang Yang: "The future of Zhangjiatun will be better because of the unity of every villager!"

Huang Cuilan threw herself into Lu Mingli's arms and began to sob.

Aunt Lu was also in tears, "There are only a few of us in our family, we can't eat this much, we can't eat this much..."

“Yes, you must accept it.” Zhang Yang said firmly. “From now on, Dongzi and Uncle Jiang will be living in the next room, and they will need the help and support of their neighbors and fellow villagers.”

Aunt Lu composed herself and said, "You mean that old man named Jiang Heping will be one of our Zhangjiatun people from now on?"

“Yes.” Zhang Yang smiled as he looked at the bear meat on the table. “Uncle Jiang kindly took us to hunt bears, but we ended up destroying his house… He was forced to leave his hometown.”

The Lu family could all see that Old Man Jiang was definitely the one who benefited from living with Zhao Dong!

But they were all on the same side, and since Zhang Yang had gone to such great lengths to give Old Man Jiang face, they naturally wouldn't question his statement.

"Brother Zhang Yang, don't worry! Even if I can't move, I still have two boys at home! I'll have them keep an eye on things, keep watch, and keep watch! If the old man is home alone, they can help fetch water and cook!"

Now it was Zhang Yang's turn to be dumbfounded.

How old are Da Ming and Xiao Ming?

The two boys aren't even as tall as his waist, yet they're already cooking on the stove?

Regardless, the Lu family has accepted Old Man Jiang as their new neighbor.

After leaving the Lu family's house, Zhang Yang returned to the Zhao family's woodshed, where he took out another smoked chicken, a similar amount of sugar cakes, and three or four pounds of sweet potatoes, and handed them over to Zhao Dong.

Zhang Yang: "Be smart, avoid people, and deliver these to the brigade leader's house."

Zhang Haiquan didn't live in Zhangjiatun, so the plan to exchange bear meat for fodder originally wouldn't have been his responsibility.

But the divorce process really made things difficult for Zhang Haiquan.

In addition, Zhang Yang noticed that he was sick in the morning, which made him feel even more guilty.

“When you go to the brigade leader’s house, don’t say it’s a gift. If people find out about these things, it will damage his reputation.”

Zhang Yang considered it carefully. "Just say that you asked Jiang Bo to come and ask him if he, a resident of Erchuanping, needs to go through any procedures to move into Zhangjiatun. These things can be used to offset the handling fee or consultation fee... In short, you decide!"

Zhao Dong chuckled, "I understand! After following you around for so long, I've learned a lot! I know what to say and what not to say!"

After Zhao Dong left, Zhang Yang took some of the available fodder to feed the mule, then spread the evenly distributed bear meat on a cloth and put it in the mule's backpack. He and Old Man Jiang then set off to distribute the meat to each household.

In Zhangjiatun, 41 households were divided up 100 jin of bear meat with bones, with each household receiving more than 2 jin!

This is much more generous than the last time we divided up wolf meat!

The villagers were so excited upon hearing the news that they couldn't sit still and crowded to their doorsteps to look out.

The familiar older woman praised him generously:

"Yangzi! You're amazing! You were fighting wolves before, and now you're fighting black bears! What beast in these mountains can't you take down? You're the king of beasts in these mountains!"

An older woman next to her nudged her, "Auntie, that can't be called the King of Beasts! That's the King of Hunters!"

"Yes, yes, that's right! It's Hunter King! Our Zhangjiatun has really made something of itself, having a representative like Yangzi who has done a great deal for the peace and tranquility of our commune!"

Zhang Yang quickly and modestly corrected everyone.

"This time we were able to catch the bear, but it wasn't my effort that counted; it was mainly thanks to Uncle Jiang! Uncle Jiang is an old mountain patrolman who has lived alone in the mountains for many years. We young people still have a lot to learn from him!"

As he spoke, he brought Old Jiang back into the public eye.

Old Jiang blushed.

But remembering the plan the two had discussed before leaving, he reluctantly went along with Zhang Yang and accepted the credit.

Uncle Jiang: "It's nothing, it's nothing... I'm just an old man, it was all thanks to the young people! Otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to bring such a big bear back!"

Since they are not receiving a whole bear, but only a portion of bear meat, some villagers are curious.

"How big is this bear? Were other parts eaten by wild animals?"

Old Jiang chuckled and said, "Oh dear, I'm leaving my old place, so I gave some to my old friends and relatives before I left."

The villagers were just asking casually, and Old Man Jiang's explanation was quite reasonable, so they naturally didn't think much of it.

Some villagers also recalled how generous Old Man Jiang had been that morning, pulling out several hundred yuan at once!

Unable to contain her envy, she said, "You're really something! You've saved up so much money in your whole life... Unlike us, who have worked hard for half our lives and can't even come up with fifty yuan!"

Old Jiang chuckled sheepishly, “That’s different! You only see that I have so much money, but I’m so old, if I get sick I can’t move, and I can only lie on the kang (heated brick bed) and go hungry, without anyone to bring me food! Unlike your families, which are all lively and bustling, with lots of children.”

When talking about this thriving family, everyone couldn't help but nod in agreement.

"Yes, after all these decades of hard work, what we really want is for harmony and family reunion."

"Old Jiang, don't be sad. You have these young men to look after you from now on, so you won't be all alone."

"You'll be living with us from now on. We'll visit each other more often, and if you need any help, just give us a shout, and we'll be right there."

Everyone chatted amongst themselves, gradually getting to know each other amidst everyday gossip.

Zhang Yang remained silent, simply acting as an active laborer on the sidelines.

But seeing how well Old Jiang got along with the villagers, he naturally felt relieved.