The poor girl from the 1970s was forced to kiss by the damp educated youth.

Yesterday, during the battle with the fox, Chen Zhi deliberately avoided the house. The two fought from the yard to the vegetable garden, and then back to the yard, leaving countless craters on the ground.

Bloodstains were everywhere.

Zhao Jinbao glanced around and saw that the pigpen door was open and the inside was empty. His face stiffened. "Where are the three pigs?"

Chen Zhi finally remembered what she had forgotten the day before yesterday: she had forgotten her promise to Zhao Jinbao to sell him pork when he slaughtered the pig.

A wave of guilt washed over her, and she didn't dare look Zhao Jinbao in the eye. She whispered, "I sold it."

Zhao Jinbao was speechless. "Is the preserved fish still there?"

Chen Zhi: "Yes, I am."

Zhao Jinbao: "I'll buy one myself and mail it back to my parents."

Chen Zhi: "No problem. Do you want a bigger one or a smaller one?"

Zhao Jinbao thought for a moment. Fish were not cheap to begin with, and live fish were expensive, so dried fish would definitely be more expensive. He didn't dare to ask for anything too big, but Chen Zhi didn't have any small fish. So he said, "I'll take the smallest one."

Seeing his hesitation, Chen Zhi knew he was short of money. "The big ones are fifty yuan each, and the small ones are thirty yuan each. This is the price I'm selling them to you. I'm only selling these two. The rest have already been ordered. You can't tell anyone, or if they come looking for me, I won't have any fish to sell them."

Zhao Jinbao was surprised, "So cheap?"

Chen Zhi: "It's Chinese New Year, so here's a special price for you."

Zhao Jinbao's eyes lit up. "You're the most generous."

Chen Zhi thought that her kitchen space was limited, so she decided to give him the fish now.

As darkness fell, Zhao Jinbao carried two dried fish into the house, their bodies so dark that nothing could be seen.

Yang Wenyu quipped, "You've been loitering around their doorstep all day, finally going inside to take a look?"

Zhao Jinbao grunted in agreement. "Come and take the fish."

Yang Wenyu approached and smelled the odor. "Didn't you say it wasn't finished fumigating yet?"

"I'm afraid that by the time it's finished smoking, someone else will have already gotten there first." Zhao Jinbao felt a bit resentful. That Brother Shi was like a robber; he had taken all the good stuff from Chen Zhi. He wondered if Chen Zhi would suffer a loss in the deal with him.

Yang Wenyu thought about it and agreed, "Everyone covets good goods, so it's wise to act first."

"The larger one is fifty yuan, it's from our educated youth settlement. The smaller one is thirty, I bought it myself and mailed it back to my home. This is a friendly price Chen Zhi gave us, so don't tell anyone. Also, these are the only two available, the rest have been reserved," Zhao Jinbao said.

Yang Wenyu carried the large one, saying, "It must weigh about fifty pounds. Fifty yuan is definitely a friendly price."

Zhao Jinbao: "Everyone, keep your mouths shut and don't tell anyone."

The others nodded in agreement.

Zhou Zhengping: "Would you like to cut a few pieces to try tonight?"

Zhao Jinbao: "It's not finished fumigating yet."

Zhou Zhengping: "It's just a few pieces, it's no big deal. The aroma is so strong and irresistible, it's making my mouth water."

Yang Wenyu thought for a moment, "I think it's a good idea. We can eat a few pieces a day from now on, as long as it has this aroma."

Chen Zhi first fed the chickens, then cleaned and marinated the fish she had brought back the night before.

After finishing her work, she took a shower, skipped dinner, went back to her room, changed the blood-stained bed sheet, soaked it in water, and planned to wash it the next day.

After changing the sheets to a clean one, she lay down and went back to sleep.

She slept until the afternoon of the next day. When she woke up, she felt thirsty and had a burning sensation in her throat. She drank most of a pot of cold water before she felt a little better.

The fish intestines and gills that were left for the chickens yesterday have been almost completely eaten up. Chen Zhi looked at the bellies of the four hens; they were swollen and bloated, and all tilted to one side.

Won't it break if it gets too big?

There wasn't much chicken feed left for the chicks.

Chen Zhi first mixed chicken feed for the chicks. As for the four hens, they probably wouldn't eat anything today, so she would see if she could feed them tomorrow.

Afterwards, Chen Zhi washed the clothes she had accumulated over the past two days and the blood-stained quilt.

After finishing the work, we still need to fill in the potholes in the yard and vegetable garden, pick the damaged vegetables, eat the ones that are edible, and keep the ones that are not edible to feed the chickens.

Before we knew it, it was getting dark.

Zhao Jinbao came over to fetch water.

Chen Zhi is cleaning fish maw and fish eggs, planning to have fish maw and fish egg hot pot today.

"Would you like some? I have a pot of it here," Chen Zhi asked.

Zhao Jinbao wiped his face. "How am I supposed to refuse?"

So when Zhao Jinbao carried water back, he also brought back a large basin of fish bladders and fish eggs.

Yang Wenyu: "Where did this good stuff come from?"

Upon hearing the words "good stuff," everyone else gathered around.

Zhou Zhengping swallowed hard. "It's definitely good stuff. Did Chen Zhi give it to you?"

Zhu Yuan: "Besides her, who else is so generous?"

Zhao Yiqing: "How about some spicy food for tonight?"

Zhao Jinbao: "Don't we also have pickled cabbage? Let's cook it like boiled fish."

Everyone else chimed in, "That's a great idea!"

Zhao Jinbao and the others thoroughly enjoyed their dinner.

Chen Zhi ate quite happily by herself.

After the meal, she placed the fox's carcass under the moonlight and carefully peeled off its skin.

Last night, because she was no match for the fox, she barely managed to leave any wounds on it, and its snow-white fox fur was perfectly preserved.

What's remarkable is that this fox spirit doesn't smell of fox odor, which saves a lot of trouble.

Touching the fluffy, soft fox fur, Chen Zhi couldn't bear to part with it and decided to keep it for herself.

I wonder if Brother Shi knows any tailors. She wants to make this fox fur into a cloak.

The remaining fox meat was roasted by Chen Zhi, and later chopped up to feed the chickens.

Foxes like to eat chickens, but I don't know if chickens like to eat foxes.

Two days later, Shi Xin arrived and brought Chen Zhi half a pig, weighing several dozen kilograms.

Shi Xin: "It was just killed, it's still bleeding. I didn't know if you like pig offal, so I brought you a set. If you don't know how to prepare it, just wash it clean, add some spices, and braise it. I also picked out some braising spices for you."

Chen Zhi really didn't know how to stir-fry it well; braising it would be the best option.

Shi Xin noticed that Chen Zhi's kitchen had a lot more fish, some of which had already been smoked, while others had just been hung up.

"I'll take them all with me," Shi Xin said.

Chen Zhi had no objection, and asked him, "Brother Shi, do you know any tailors with good skills?"

Shi Xin: "How good do you want it to be?"

Chen Zhi went back and took out the fox fur. "I want to make a cloak. Do you think this pelt will do?"

The fox fur was as white as snow, without a single stray hair, and it was a very large piece.

Shi Xin had been in the black market for so many years, and this was the first time he had ever seen such good stuff!

"Is this really fox fur?" He had never seen anything so big.

Chen Zhi nodded, "It's become a spirit."

Shi Xin was stunned again, and muttered, "No wonder."

Shi Xin washed his hands and dried them before carefully taking the fox fur. "I wouldn't dare take such a good thing outside. Your Aunt Shi's family used to run a tailor shop. If you trust them, you can give this to your Aunt Shi."

Chen Zhi: "Of course I trust him. Then I'll have to trouble Aunt Shi."

Shi Xin: "This is a good thing. No matter who offers a high price, don't sell it."

Chen Zhi obediently agreed.

Shi Xin: "This thing will only get more and more expensive in the future. Keep it as a family heirloom."

Chen Zhi: "...Can it really be passed down as a family heirloom?"

Shi Xin: "Of course. There might only be one fox pelt this big in the whole country, and it's even a solid color. It's worth a fortune."