Reborn in the 1980s, starting with fishing and hunting to build a fortune

Chapter 116 Wong Tai Sin

After the three Zhao brothers left, Li Zhenshan frowned and said with some worry, "Xiangyang, there shouldn't be much straw left on our ranch, right? You'd better keep an eye on it."

Li Xiangyang traded straw with other herders for frozen sheep. He didn't care; he earned money and was also contributing his modest efforts to the village, which was a good thing.

However, the premise is to protect their own pastures first. He can't stand it if other herders' pastures are revitalized while their own are forced to close down.

"Yes, Dad, I know what I'm doing."

Li Xiangyang nodded, then started counting on his fingers: "Our family bought more than 15,000 catties of straw from Liujia Village. We exchanged 6,000 catties in the past two days, and there are still 9,000 catties left in the pasture."

"There are still nine thousand catties left!"

Li Xiangdong interjected, "Then there's still more. I calculated it before. Our existing hay reserves, plus another 5,000 catties of straw, will be enough."

Moreover, we sold two ewes the day before yesterday, so they will need even less fodder now.

The extra four thousand catties of straw can be used by my younger brother to trade for sheep.

"Mmm, that's enough."

Hearing Li Xiangdong say this, Li Zhenshan finally felt relieved.

Since he injured his back, Li Xiangdong has been in charge of managing the family ranch, so no one in the family knows more about the fodder than Li Xiangdong.

"Alright, Xiangyang, as long as you understand! Nothing else, you should all go back and rest early. We need to get up early to go to Wuzhen tomorrow, so don't stay up too late."

"Father, I'm going back to my room now. You should get some rest too." Li Xiangdong got up to leave.

I went to sell sheep with Li Xiangyang early in the morning, and when I came back in the afternoon, I went to the pasture to feed the sheep, shovel snow, and shovel sheep manure. I was exhausted.

"Oh dear, how could I forget about that! Brother, don't go yet."

Li Xiangyang suddenly slapped his thigh and called out to Li Xiangdong, who was about to go back to his room to sleep, saying, "Brother, there are still three sheep in our yard that need to be dealt with, and another sable that you need to skin."

He could handle the three sheep; he could simply gut them and wash their internal organs. But the sable pelts could only be skinned by Li Xiangdong. His skinning technique was far too rough; he could easily damage the sable pelts if he wasn't careful.

It's worth noting that the price difference between first-grade and inferior sable fur can be as much as forty or fifty yuan.

"Purple... sable fur?" Li Zhenshan sat up straight instantly, completely flustered.

In ancient times, sable fur was a tribute to the emperor from this land. It was extremely precious and scarce, and its price was naturally very high.

However, even after living in eastern Inner Mongolia for decades, he had only heard of it but never actually seen it.

Leaning forward, he asked urgently, "Xiangyang, where did you get that sable? Where is it now? Hurry, let me see it!"

"That sable was bought from Liu Quansheng at the west end of the village. There were too many people at home when we came back, so we didn't bring it in. It's buried in the yard right now."

Li Xiangyang slipped off the kang (a heated brick bed), quickly put on a coat, ran outside, brought the sable in, and placed it on the kang. The Li family members immediately gathered around.

They were all startled, thinking it was a weasel.

Among them, Wang Guiying had the strongest reaction.

She was immediately terrified and broke out in a cold sweat, exclaiming, "Oh dear, Xiangyang, why did you bring the Weasel spirit home? What bad luck, what bad luck!"

May Buddha protect you... May Buddha protect you.

Zhao Lijuan hugged Li Chunsheng and hid far away, even covering Li Chunsheng's eyes with her hand: "Chunsheng, close your eyes quickly, children shouldn't look at Huang Daxian."

Liu Xiulan followed Zhao Lijuan's example and carried Li Doudou away, covering Li Doudou's eyes.

Li Zhenshan and Li Xiangdong both frowned and said, "Xiangyang, you've got it wrong! Isn't this just a weasel?"

"No, Father, I'm not mistaken, this is a sable." Li Xiangyang said, picking up the sable. "You'll see if you look closely."

"Oh dear, Xiangyang, why are you still carrying that Weasel spirit?" Wang Guiying was already feeling extremely uneasy. As she spoke, she nudged Liu Xiulan, who was still in a daze, and said, "Give me Dou Dou. Hurry up, go to the kitchen and get that clay basin. Put plenty of charcoal in it and place it by the door so Xiangyang can step over it to get rid of bad luck."

"Sigh..." Li Xiangyang was speechless.

"Don't move!" he roared, finally ending the chaos at the Li family's residence.

Everyone was stunned, wondering what Li Xiangyang was about to do, but Li Xiangyang simply said in a calm tone, "I guarantee that this is a sable, not that damned weasel or the Yellow Immortal."

Come, everyone, take a closer look...

Then Li Xiangyang explained the difference between sable and weasel to them in detail three times, and only then did everyone believe him for the time being, albeit with some skepticism.

We're just waiting for Li Xiangyang to take it to the purchasing station tomorrow so the people there can confirm it.

After the sheep and sable were dealt with, it was already past 7 p.m. Both Li Xiangyang and Li Xiangdong were exhausted and went back to their room to lie down and sleep.

However, Liu Xiulan and Zhao Lijuan were still in the middle room, busily working on their sewing machines to make clothes.

So they didn't lock the door.

But after an unknown amount of time, Li Xiangyang suddenly felt a sharp pain on his face, as if someone was slapping him. He opened his eyes groggily.

"Ah!" I was immediately startled.

Wang Guiying was standing on the kang (a heated brick bed), holding a kerosene lamp in her left hand, staring at him with a ferocious expression, while holding a gleaming woodcutter's knife in her right hand.

It gleamed coldly in the flickering light of the kerosene lamp.

Possessed by Wong Tai Sin?

An absurd idea began to grow wildly in Li Xiangyang's mind, but he quickly dismissed it.

"Mom, what are you doing in my room in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

Li Xiangyang asked.

"Xiangyang, do I look more like a human or a fairy?" Wang Guiying's words echoed throughout the room.

"Damn it!" Li Xiangyang yelled in fright, "You look like a dick to me!"

"Bang!"

The next second, the cleaver fell, leaving a trail of crimson blood, and Li Xiangyang was also startled awake.

Hu~hu~hu~

Li Xiangyang sat on the kang (a heated brick bed), panting heavily, and cursed, "Damn it, I just had a nightmare."

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Then Wang Guiying's voice rang out from outside the door: "Xiangyang, are you asleep?"

"What the hell?" Li Xiangyang's head was buzzing. He pinched his thigh a few times to make sure he was really awake before replying, "Mom, what's wrong?"

"Open the door first."

"No, you go first!"

"What have you been up to tonight? It's so cold outside and you didn't even open the door for me," Wang Guiying said angrily.

Li Xiangyang had no choice but to slip off the kang (a heated brick bed) and go open the door for her with a miserable expression.

"Mom, it's so late, aren't you asleep yet?"

"It's all because of your wife and Xiangdong's wife. They refuse to leave. One says she wants to sew up the front piece, and the other says she wants to sew on the sleeves. It'll probably take at least another two hours."

"Then you should lie down and rest on the kang (heated brick bed)."

"Just lie down, let me get your things for you first." Wang Guiying said, extending her right hand that had been behind her back.

"Ah!" Li Xiangyang was immediately startled, his body jolting violently.

Then, Wang Guiying took out a kitchen knife.

Li Xiangyang was on the verge of tears; this was never going to end: "Mom, what do you want to do!"

Wang Guiying rolled her eyes at him, didn't reply, and instead walked to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), lifted Li Xiangyang's pillow, and used it to hold down the kitchen knife.

Then, with a mysterious look on his face, he instructed, "Xiangyang, the more I think about it tonight, the more uneasy I feel. The sable you caught is very likely a weasel spirit. Keep this kitchen knife under your pillow for a few days to ward off evil."

"Don't take it out, understand?"

"Sigh..." Li Xiangyang sighed, feeling utterly helpless.

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