Back to the Eighties: Mountain Foraging is Also a Way of Life
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Watching the retreating figures of Wang An and the dogs, one of the men helping to drive the cattle suddenly spoke up
"Why does this militia guy look so familiar? I feel like I've seen him somewhere before."
Another man helping with the cattle rolled his eyes and said
"Aside from the commune head Huang Suo, who else in our Xing'an Commune has a sidecar rig like that? Think about it."
Hearing this, the first man suddenly had a realization and said
"Then... isn't he that guy from the Wang family in Kaoshan Village? Right, what was his name again?"
Seeing that the first man had no clue, the other rolled his eyes again and said
"I think he's called Wang An. I heard he's quite famous on the streets in the county; people call him the Big Lunatic. I also heard he's fearless in a fight and has become quite a fierce character."
The first man asked with a face full of confusion
"Then how did he go from being a drifter to a militia member?"
The other replied
"He just hit the big time. I heard from people in his village that his family is very rich now. The house they built is like a little prince's manor, and they've got tracked vehicles, tractors, and all that..."
And so, the two of them spent a while gossiping about Wang An.
Meanwhile, the man holding the ox was still staring blankly at Wang An's departing back.
Clearly, he had never imagined that the high-interest loans that were nearly crushing his entire family would vanish so miraculously, and that the calf he had struggled so hard to acquire would actually be saved.
One must realize that the price of a half-grown calf was not much different from that of an ordinary mule; it could easily be worth two or three hundred yuan.
A few minutes later, Wang An returned home, where the whole family was waiting for him to eat.
Seeing Wang An return with a pack of dogs, Liu Guilan looked at the dogs and complained to Wang An
"What on earth did you get all these dogs for? Such a huge crowd—do you plan to take them all with you when you go into the mountains?"
Clearly, although Wang An had bought over ten thousand catties of grain, Liu Guilan was still a bit pained by the consumption of food.
To Liu Guilan's nagging, Wang An simply smiled and didn't even respond.
Mainly, Wang An didn't take his mother's words to heart, because although Liu Guilan was stingy in her daily life, she was a person with a sharp tongue but a soft heart.
Forget just four dogs; even if Wang An had brought back eight, Liu Guilan would still feed them, and she wouldn't withhold even a single bite of food.
The reason she nagged was simply because she felt the pinch of the grain.
It was a common trait of people her age; there was no cure for it.
Just as Wang An was about to mention the jars, Liu Guilan frowned and said
"How did these dogs get so messed up? If you didn't want to raise them, couldn't you just not? These dogs look like they've suffered terribly, sigh!"
As she spoke, Liu Guilan stood up and walked into the storehouse. When she came out, she was holding a dozen or so pieces of dried meat.
Then, Liu Guilan called out to Da Hei
"Da Hei, come here. You each only get one piece; no eating more."
When they weren't hunting, the dogs at home mainly ate cornmeal. Things like dried meat and bones were occasional treats and were fed very sparingly.
It wasn't that they didn't want to feed the dogs this every meal, but mainly because the Wang family didn't have that much dried meat; they simply couldn't afford it.
Once she finished speaking, Liu Guilan threw the dried meat on the ground and walked toward the door without even looking back.
Because the whole family had grown accustomed to this, the distribution was basically handled by Da Hei; all the dogs had to listen to Da Hei.
In truth, whether it be a pack of dogs, a flock of sheep, or a pack of wolves, as long as animals are in a group, there will always be only one leader.
And all the other animals in the group must obey this leader.
Of course, the leader's position is generally not entirely stable, as there will always be other members of the species who want to become the leader.
There was no helping it; this was a law that would never disappear from all animal groups, including humans.
As Da Hei's bark rang out, the other eleven dogs in Wang An's house each picked up a piece of dried meat and went off to the side to eat, while Da Hei picked up the last piece and returned to his own doghouse.
In this way, Da Quan, Xiao Quan, and the two old dogs integrated into the pack led by Da Hei with almost no friction.
It had to be said that having a dog like Da Hei, who could understand human speech, made things incredibly easy for the Wang family.
Only then did Wang An say with a chuckle to Wang Dazhu and the others
"Let's wait a bit to eat. I'll show you some good stuff first, hehehehe..."
Wang Dazhu and his wife, who were about to enter the house, as well as Mu Xueqing and the others, were stunned and turned their gazes toward Wang An.
Ignoring their looks, Wang An said to Wang Dazhu, his wife, and Wang Yi
"Dad, Mom, and Xiao Yi, you three come help me move some things."
As he spoke, Wang An pulled the burlap sacks covering the jars aside, revealing the jars beneath.
Seeing the pile of jars on the sidecar, Wang Dazhu asked with a face full of confusion
"Where did you get all these jars? What's inside them?"
As soon as Wang Dazhu finished speaking, the whole family focused their gaze on Wang An's face again.
Wang An was about to give the answer, but seeing the curious looks of his family, his eyes flickered and he intentionally kept them in suspense, saying with a mischievous look
"Move them into the house first, I'll tell you later, I'll tell you later, hahahaha..."
But as soon as he finished, Wang An couldn't hold it in himself and burst out laughing.
Mainly, for some reason, whenever Wang An thought about the fact that these jars were filled with money, his mood felt wonderfully beautiful.
And when he thought about the small wooden box that hadn't been opened yet, his mood became even more beautiful, and he felt a bit excited.
It had to be said that only the unknown is truly worth anticipating.
Seeing Wang An playing hard to get, Wang Dazhu simply rolled his eyes and didn't take it seriously.
Mainly, over the past year, Wang An frequently brought things home to tinker with—either this or that—and the family had long since grown used to it.
With everyone pitching in, they quickly placed the six jars and the small wooden box next to the coffee table in the living room.
Only then did Wang An open the porcelain jar that had already been cracked and pull out the "Big Unity" notes.
Unwrapping the plastic film, Wang An said with a face full of joy
"Look, this is all money, hahahaha! How about it? Am I awesome?"
As he spoke, Wang An laid the stacks of Big Unity notes on the coffee table, one stack after another.
Counting as he laid them out, there were exactly 25 stacks, which meant 25,000 yuan.
Wang Dazhu, his wife, Mu Xueqing, and the others were shocked into silence.