Era: Seven money-losing girls? They're trying to trick me into having a daughter again!

Wu Shaoli walked over with a towel.

She stood behind Fang Wei, and her eyes immediately welled up with tears as she looked at the cuts on his back from the branches and the bruises on his shoulders from the stones.

"Does it hurt?"

Wu Shaoli placed a towel on Fang Wei's shoulder, carefully wiping the still-bleeding wound, and asked in a low voice.

Fang Wei turned around, looked at her red and bright eyes, and smiled, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all."

"..."

Wu Shaoli pursed her lips and didn't say anything, but just used a towel to wipe the small scratches on his back.

Fang Wei said with a grin, "Wife, find me some clean clothes first."

Wu Shaoli sniffed the air, turned around, and went inside to rummage through the cabinets.

After Fang Wei changed into clean clothes, he went to the kitchen, ate a couple of mouthfuls of corn porridge, put the bowl on the stove, and stood up.

Seeing this, Wu Shaoli immediately asked, "Are you still going out?"

"I'm going to take a look at the old forest farm."

Fang Wei kissed her cheek and whispered, "There are some treasures in our old forest farm. If a wild boar destroys them, we'll lose a lot of money."

After saying that, he quickly left home and went to the old forest farm alone.

Fang Wei circled the area where he found the Gastrodia elata, making sure there were no traces of wild boars before letting out a long sigh of relief.

Last night, while he was in the tree, he was genuinely afraid that the wild boars would come and gnaw on his precious baby.

Fortunately, nothing happened, and they even managed to get over 1,200 catties of wild boar meat.

……

"Bang bang bang! Everyone, heads of households, go to the village chief's house for a meeting! Bang bang bang!"

The sound of gongs echoed from one end of the village to the other. Except for those villagers who were assigned to protect the pork in the drying yard, everyone else went to Village Chief Zhou's house.

Everyone knew that this meeting was definitely to discuss how to deal with the more than 1,200 kilograms of pork.

The courtyard of Village Chief Zhou's house was soon crowded with people.

There weren't enough benches, so some people sat on the doorstep, some squatted in the corner, and some simply sat on the ground with their straw hats underneath.

The courtyard was buzzing with activity, even more lively than during the Chinese New Year.

"1200 jin! How do you think the village chief plans to distribute that?"

"Of course! Whoever put in the effort gets more! My son spent the whole night in the mountains with Dawei last night!"

"What did you do, kid? Digging a hole counts as contributing?"

"Bullshit! How could a wild boar fall into a pit without one? If you're so capable, why don't you try it yourself!"

An older woman who had been squatting in the corner suddenly stood up, her voice louder than anyone else's: "I said, there's so much meat, we can't just leave it there and look at it!"

"Let's just divide all the meat up by the head! Each family gets a few pounds, we can go back and stew it with sauerkraut to render lard, and eat it all up for days!"

As soon as he said that, people immediately echoed his sentiments.

"Yes, yes, yes! Time to divide the meat! There's not a drop of oil left in my pot! Look at my belly, I've gotten so thin!"

"My family agrees! We work so hard all year, and we can't even afford to eat our fill during the New Year! Now that we've finally gotten so much meat for free, why aren't we sharing it?!"

"Distribute the meat! Distribute the meat!!!"

An old man was squatting on the ground, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, as if he could already smell the stew.

Village Chief Zhou sat on the front bench, puffing on his cigarette while listening to the commotion below.

After a moment of contemplation, he suddenly turned his gaze to Fang Wei, who was sitting in the corner.

Fang Wei sat on a bench against the wall, his face expressionless, his head down as he rubbed the dried blood and dirt from under his fingernails.

The people in the courtyard argued for a long time, but Village Chief Zhou didn't utter a single word.

Finally, someone noticed that something was wrong.

The first to quiet down were those squatting in the front row, and then the voices in the back rows also subsided.

When the courtyard was completely quiet, Village Chief Zhou finally spoke: "Dawei, get up and say a few words."

In an instant, everyone looked at Fang Wei.

Yes!

Fang Wei was the leader and did the most work on this wild boar hunt! We definitely need to hear his opinion first!

"..."

Fang Wei raised an eyebrow, looked at Village Chief Zhou who was staring at him, thought for a moment, and then said, "It is indeed satisfying to divide the meat among ourselves."

"Each family gets a few kilograms, which will be used to stew sauerkraut and render lard. Tonight, the whole village will eat to their hearts' content."

His gaze slowly swept across the crowd.

"But what happens after you finish eating?"

No one spoke.

"Take a dump, and that's it."

Upon hearing this, the aunt who had previously suggested dividing the meat blushed instantly.

Let me do the math for you.

Fang Wei held up one finger. "Pork in town is now about 1.2 yuan per pound. Wild boar meat is not as good as domestic pork; it's a bit tougher and doesn't taste as good, but it's still real meat."

"We won't do much calculations, let's just sell it for a minimum of 50 cents per pound. How much can we make from 1,200 pounds?"

Someone in the courtyard started counting on their fingers.

"Six hundred yuan."

Fang Wei didn't wait for them to waste time calculating and directly stated the result: "Six hundred yuan."

"Once we get back this six hundred dollars, we'll divide it among everyone who worked last night. You all know how much each person will get."

Some people want to take advantage of the situation and make a quick buck, but it depends on whether they agree to it or not.

Why not just exchange all this pork for cash and distribute it according to the number of people who worked last night? That way, we can avoid some people getting jealous.

Upon hearing Fang Wei's words, those who hadn't contributed but wanted to take advantage of the situation didn't dare to utter a word.

"David is right! This is a perfectly reasonable calculation!"

Village Chief Zhou chuckled silently, then said loudly, "Selling the pigs for money is the fairest way! Once the money is back in the village, we'll distribute it according to everyone's contribution, and you won't be shortchanged a single penny!"

Upon hearing this, the villagers whose families could provide labor couldn't help but move closer.

"Sell it! Why should we give the meat to those who didn't work! Just sell it!"

"How much money will we get? Dawei, you name the number! My son dug a hole last night, how much will he get?!"

"Both of my family members went! One dug the hole and the other banged the gong! Doesn't that count as double?!"

They were already a little annoyed when those who hadn't contributed any effort were shouting for the meat to be divided, but now that things had been made clear, they felt much better.

Fang Wei didn't speak, but just looked at Village Chief Zhou.

"Stop arguing!"

Village Chief Zhou raised his hand and pressed it down twice, shouting, "Let's decide on the meat sellers first! The specific profit sharing will be determined after we get the money, based on how much labor they put in!"

But once the crowd quieted down, another, more painful question surfaced.

"But who will sell this meat?"

It was Uncle Li who spoke. He was sitting in the front row, looking up at Village Chief Zhou and then at Fang Wei.

"This weighs 1200 jin, not 120 jin. How much can you carry on a shoulder pole to the market in town at once?"