Siheyuan (traditional courtyard house): 52 years of farming, producing hundreds of millions of tons

"Sigh, Wan Ping'an is eating meat again. Judging from the aroma, it should be a chicken. When will I be able to eat meat every day?"

Xu Damao was very envious.

Wan Ping'an can eat meat to his heart's content; he has the ability to eat meat as a staple food...

What about him?

They can only eat meat occasionally to improve their diet.

He was so envious of Wan Ping'an.

When Liu Haizhong got home from get off work, he smelled the aroma of meat as soon as he reached the backyard.

"Sigh, we've eaten meat again."

"That little brat, he doesn't even know how to send me anything, yet he's so powerful. Neither the deaf old lady nor Yi Zhonghai can afford to offend him."

"Forget it, I can't afford to mess with them!"

"I'll have scrambled eggs for dinner tonight, but scrambled eggs never taste as good as meat."

Liu Haizhong sighed and glanced in the direction of Wan Ping'an's house. He wanted to take advantage of Wan Ping'an, but he was also afraid of being punished by Wan Ping'an.

Liu Haizhong and Xu Damao were not the first victims.

The first victim was an elderly deaf woman who pressed her face against the window, trying to look in the direction of Wan Ping'an's house, but she couldn't see anything.

She and Wan Ping'an are neighbors, their houses are side by side. How could she possibly see Wan Ping'an's house if she doesn't go out?

"Grandma, dinner's ready!"

An older woman pushed open the door and brought dinner to the deaf old lady.

Two kinds of steamed buns made from two different doughs.

Add a plate of stir-fried shredded potatoes.

There was also a small dish of pickled vegetables and a bowl of cornmeal porridge.

In the 1950s, this was a pretty good dinner, though most of the time there was no meat, given the limited availability of produce.

Before Wan Ping'an rose to prominence.

The deaf old lady was quite satisfied; most families in the neighborhood couldn't afford such a dinner.

But compared to Wan Ping'an...

The deaf old lady was not satisfied. Wan Pingan ate meat every meal, and she wanted to eat meat too!

"Is there no meat?"

The deaf old lady frowned.

"Grandma, I'll buy some meat tomorrow and make you some meat porridge!"

The older woman sighed.

Wan Ping'an eats meat every day.

She smelled meat every day and wanted to eat meat, but meat wasn't something she could just eat whenever she wanted; she needed money to buy it and there had to be a sufficient supply!

"No, I don't want meat porridge, I want stir-fried meat and stewed chicken!"

The deaf old woman shook her head.

Meat congee is simply a large pot of congee with a little bit of meat scraps added.

It's called meat porridge, but it's really just porridge with a meat flavor.

When drinking porridge, you can't see any meat at all, but if you occasionally eat a small piece of meat scrap, you'll be happy for half a day.

"Grandma, I also want to eat stir-fried pork and stewed chicken, but where can I get the money to buy them?"

The older woman sighed.

After finally calming the deaf old lady down, the woman felt very tired.

When I got home, I looked terrible.

"What happened?"

Yi Zhonghai noticed that the old woman's expression was off.

"The old lady wants to eat meat."

"I told her I'd make her meat porridge, but she complained that there was no meat in it and wanted stir-fried meat and stewed chicken instead!"

The older woman didn't hide anything.

"It must be Wan Ping'an!"

Yi Zhonghai guessed it.

He could smell the meat even in the intermediate court.

"Sigh, Wan Ping'an is my nemesis. As long as he's around, I'll never have a good day."

"We have to find a way to get rid of him."

"We just can't get rid of them..."

A fierce killing intent flashed in Yi Zhonghai's eyes.

Wan Ping'an messed up his life and even made him lose his position as an old man. His hatred for Wan Ping'an can only be described as irreconcilable!

Jia family.

It's across the middle courtyard from Yi Zhonghai.

If Yi Zhonghai could smell the fragrance, the Jia family certainly could too.

With a loud slam, Jia Zhangshi slammed her chopsticks on the table and threw the cornbread on the table.

"Jia Gensheng, you're utterly useless."

"Look at Wan Ping'an, he eats big meals of fish and meat every day, and he can eat as much meat as he wants!"

"Look at our family, what are we eating?"

"Steamed cornbread, pickled vegetables, steamed pumpkin—not Wan Ping'an's pumpkin, but the kind you buy at the market. It tastes awful!"

Jia Zhangshi complained.

Compared to Wan Ping'an, Jia Gensheng is utterly useless.

From the moment she married him, Jia Zhangshi always looked down on him, believing that she had married down to a useless man and that she controlled him in every way.

Jia Dongxu kept his head down and ate his meal silently.

They were afraid that making even the slightest sound would draw the flames of war to him.

He family.

He Daqing and his family of three are having dinner.

Their family ate a bit better, since He Daqing was the head chef. There was a plate of braised pork and a plate of stir-fried mushrooms, both of which he brought back.

"The chicken smells so good!"

"How can Wan Ping'an, that little rascal, be such a good cook?"

Sha Zhu is genuinely envious.

If his cooking skills were at Wan Ping'an's level, no, even just at Wan Ping'an's level, he could become a head chef at a restaurant.

Then you can bring delicious food home every day!

"Look at you! You've been learning cooking from me since you were a kid, and you're still not as good as Wan Ping'an!"

"Starting tomorrow, we'll add an extra hour of training!"

He Daqing announced.

Sha Zhu is about to cry. Another hour of practice time?

Do you want to work him to death?

The next morning.

Wan Ping'an set off for Liu Mu Di, where he was to harvest rice today.

When they arrived, Cai Quanwu and six temporary workers were all ready to go, just waiting for his order.

Wan Ping'an nodded, very satisfied.

Judging from their appearance, the temporary workers that Cai Quanwu hired all seemed honest and reliable.

"Let's get to work and harvest the rice!"

Wan Ping'an gave the order.

The sickle flashes, its blade gleaming!

Large swathes of rice paddies have collapsed!

Chapter 64 Alarms the higher-ups, Qin Huairu arrives.