Rebirth 78: Hunting for Treasure in the Mountains, Spoiling My Wife and Daughter to the Heavens

"You... what right do you have?!"

"Why should I?! Because I'm the village chief! Because you've done all those bad things and made our village miserable!!"

"That won't do! These are my roots! These are my roots, my old man, my ancestors have all been buried here~~"

When she heard that she was going to be kicked out, Mrs. Wai was really scared.

The reason she was so arrogant and fearless was because she relied on her age and knew that the villagers wouldn't dare to do anything to her.

She only relied on the villagers giving her and her family some face.

But at this moment, being separated from her roots was what she feared most.

Everyone wants a place to be buried when they get old.

No matter how much you spoil your grandchildren, you still have to save up enough for your own funeral.

Because she knew that even if she died, there would still be a place to be buried.

But what if you get kicked out?

This really means the roots have been severed.

"Old Huang, you can't do this! You have no right to do this! My home is here, my house is here! I... I'm not leaving!"

"Old Mrs. Wai, this is not for you to do. I'll write a letter of introduction right now. You can go home and pack your things."

Village Chief Huang showed no mercy and turned back into his house.

The daughter-in-law of the He family also knew that this was the harshest punishment.

Seeing the frightened look on the child in her arms, she picked the child up and left.

"But... but where can we, grandmother and grandson, go?"

As for where we can go...

No one knows, and no one wants to know, since as long as it doesn't harm the thriving Fendou Village.

Everyone thought it was a good thing.

Seeing that there was no more excitement to be had, the villagers all returned to the farmers' market and continued to stroll around as if it were New Year's Day.

Only Zhang Wei and his wife stood outside the village branch office.

He stared blankly at his mother and son.

Old Mrs. Wai sat helplessly in the yard, holding her grandson's hand.

He cried out to heaven and earth in vain, and finally looked at his son, scrambling and crawling to kneel at Zhang Wei's feet.

"My son, please save your mother! I can't leave you. I want to be buried with your father when I get old. I'm a member of the Zhang family. If I don't leave, I'll become a wandering ghost in the underworld!"

"My son, if you don't care about your mother, at least care about your son! I beg you, please forgive me. From now on, I won't do anything else; I'll just stay home and help you take care of the child."

Old Wai's wife cried her heart out.

Even the daughter-in-law who was usually bullied softened a little.

She glanced at her husband and wanted to squat down to help the old woman up, but Zhang Wei, with his expressionless face, stretched out his arm and stopped her.

"Wife, don't worry about her, she won't change."

"My son! You unfilial child, have you forgotten who raised you?"

"I'm unfilial? Mom! I've already done my duty." Zhang Wei remained unmoved, even taking a step back, and continued coldly, "Mom, others may not know, but don't you know how I've lived since I was little?"

You've always looked down on my dad, and by extension, you've looked down on me, a child with the surname Zhang. I started working for others with my dad when I was seven, and all the money we earned was taken back to your parents' home by you.

My dad and I were barely scraping by, and you even drove him to his death. If your family hadn't run out of money, we wouldn't even talk to you anymore.

You don't even want your eldest grandson. You've always said that having me was a mistake, and that all the money I've earned has been given to you, which has smoothed over that mistake.

Now we're even.

Zhang Wei's gaze was icy cold, devoid of any emotion.

Finally, he grabbed his wife's hand and walked towards the farmers' market without looking back.

Lu Weiguo held the child and watched from a distance for a long time.

Touching her nose, she thought to herself, "Honestly, if Li Xiulian hadn't died in my previous life, I probably would have ended up like Old Wai's wife."

One should always live up to one's conscience and one's identity.

Otherwise, we'll have to get it back sooner or later.

After a busy morning, we caught three pheasants and a leopard.

Leopards are really rare in Northeast China; I wonder if they came from Russia.

The older generation of hunters never killed a leopard in their entire lives.

They'd never even seen a leopard before, and Lu Weiguo would pull them back.

This truly opened the eyes of the entire village.

This time, Wangcai deserves the credit.

"Is this thing edible?"

Lu Dewang held his grandchildren and watched Lu Weiguo skin the leopard, secretly marveling at the fleshy red meat.

"Dad, let's talk about whether we can eat it or not. It's so bloody, you shouldn't let the two kids see it," Lu Weiguo advised without turning around.

"What does this kid know?"

"He knows everything, and his memory is excellent now. Watching such gory things will affect his brain development, and he won't grow taller."

The moment someone hears that something affects a child's development, it's more effective than a hundred lectures.

Whether or not leopard meat is edible is something Lu Weiguo had never eaten in his previous life.

Firstly, this kind of thing is rare in Northeast China, practically nonexistent. Anything you see here comes from Russia.

Here we're called Snow Leopards, but back in Russia we're called Far Eastern Leopards.

Like Tiger Brother, he has dual citizenship and can roam freely.

However, he felt that the two paths lead to the same goal: if it's edible, it's definitely edible; it's just a matter of whether it tastes good or not.

After dealing with Old Wai's matter, Village Chief Huang instructed the Women's Director to clean up her house.

They happily ran to the Lu family's old residence.

As soon as I entered the gate, I rushed into the shed, my mouth watering at the sight of the leopard's palm-sized testicles.

"Weiguo, did I get revenge for you today? Hehe, look, I even got chased away by that old woman. Can't you give me something good in return?"

Village Chief Huang doesn't come to the temple without a reason; Lu Weiguo could easily see that.

"Village chief, I'm telling you, you're this old and you've already lost, what use is this thing anymore?"

"You don't know anything. I'm old but still vigorous. So, this wine can be made into a strong liquor, right?" There were only two men in the shed, and Village Chief Huang spoke without any shame.

"I can give it to you, but does your aunt know?" Lu Weiguo asked, squinting his eyes.

"What right do old women have to interfere in men's affairs?" Upon hearing this, Village Chief Huang blushed.

"Looks like you've got something on your mind, village chief. Haha, don't brag about this thing when you get back."

We're all men, who doesn't understand those things?

Moreover, Village Chief Huang is already in his sixties, yet he can still go out and have affairs. It would be really unfair to stop him.

Talk about it, talk about it, make trouble.

The best things were given to Village Chief Huang, so he didn't leave.

He followed Lu Weiguo around, helping him out.

It's often said that anything rare is a treasure trove.

Especially leopards, which have been said since ancient times to have aphrodisiac properties.

Even the tattered fur was something Village Chief Huang planned to pick up, sew together, and hang on his waist, as it was said that doing so could cure kidney deficiency, though he didn't know if it would actually work.

Especially in the 1990s.

Many wealthy men believe that leopards can cure kidney deficiency, so whenever they hire a prostitute, they make her wear a leopard-print dress.

This way, you can perform your business while simultaneously boosting your virility—it's purely functional and requires no physical exertion.

And surprisingly, the effect was remarkable; back then, which of those wealthy people didn't have a dozen or so children?

In a few years, the emergence of aphrodisiacs shattered the myth of leopard skin.

Otherwise, you'd still see little girls wearing leopard-skin skirts all over the streets.