Chapter 66 The Poor Little One Killed by His Uncle 22
Liu Tiezhu limped back home carrying twenty kilograms of meat.

After breaking his leg, he was left with sequelae. He felt unbearable pain when it rained, and he couldn't do heavy work, becoming a useless person.

For the sake of his cousin, Liu Tielin arranged a job for him to raise cattle, earning eight work points a day. Although he did not earn ten work points like other men, it was good enough for a cripple like him to earn eight work points.

Many people in the village are jealous of his work.

Raising cattle is an easy job, and you can earn work points every day, even during the Chinese New Year. If his eldest cousin wasn't the team leader, someone would have jumped out to grab his job long ago.

Liu Tiezhu returned home and gave the meat to Ge Cuilan, "Cut three pounds to eat during the New Year, and pickle the rest to eat slowly in the spring."

"Boss, we don't have enough salt."

Ge Cuilan stared at the meat and swallowed.

She hasn't eaten meat for a long time. In the past, when she had money, she didn't need a ticket to buy meat. She would go to the county town from time to time to buy some meat to satisfy her craving.

Ever since she ran out of money and needed meat coupons to buy meat, she rarely ate meat. She only killed a chicken and ate chicken during the Chinese New Year.

"Hey, sir, life is getting harder and harder. In the past, we could raise more chickens and sell eggs for salt, but now we are not allowed to raise more chickens. We only have three chickens and they lay one or two eggs a day, which is enough for Hongjun and Yuzhu to replenish their bodies... sir, I heard that the department sends five yuan to Yuanchun every month. Before the New Year, Yuanchun went to the county town with her eldest and second cousins ​​and bought a lot of things. It's almost the New Year, but she hasn't brought anything to visit you, her dear second uncle."

Ever since a ghost pinched her throat and stopped her from speaking last time, Ge Cuilan no longer dared to think of taking advantage of Yuanchun. Even when she spoke, she didn't dare to call her a cheap girl.

She was worried that her father-in-law's ghost was still there and he would hear it.

She didn't want to experience the fear of being strangled by a ghost again.

Liu Tiezhu glared at her. "What nonsense are you talking about? Yuanchun's life is hard enough as a child, how can I have the nerve to ask her to come and see me?"

He looked around nervously, but didn't find anything unusual, so he breathed a sigh of relief and warned his wife, "Don't blame Yuanchun. What does she know? Besides, as her second uncle, I can't help her much, and I don't have the face to ask for her things." "Okay, marinate the meat quickly. If you don't have enough salt, go to your eldest cousin's house to borrow some."

After Liu Tiezhu finished speaking, he went into the room.

Ge Cuilan didn't dare to say anything more and went to the kitchen with a basket of meat.

On the 26th day of the lunar year, the old village chief organized the villagers to dig holes in the river to catch fish.

In previous years, during the twelfth lunar month, every household would dig holes in the river to fish. They would dig their own holes, catch their own fish, and eat their own fish. Since the establishment of the commune production brigade, the fish in the river have become public assets of the commune and individuals are not allowed to fish.

The brigade organized a fish catch and had to hand over a portion of it, leaving a portion for the villagers to share.

The village chief gathered dozens of the village's experts in digging holes and catching fish. They fished for two days and two nights and caught thousands of fish. Every household in the village was given two fish. The remaining 200 fish, along with five big fat pigs in the pigsty, were handed over to the commune.

On New Year's Eve, Yuanchun got up early to prepare for the New Year's Eve dinner.

Braised pork intestines, braised pig ears, fried crispy pork, fried meatballs, fried tiger skin eggs...

Fragrant.

So delicious.

My nose is about to burst from the fragrance.

Cheng Fang was behind the earthen stove, simmering fire and sipping his saliva. Even though he was usually greedy and steady, he couldn't help but sticking his head out to look into the pot frequently.

(End of this chapter)