radicalducati Chapter 100: A Big Day for the Sect!
Chapter 100: A Big Day for the Sect!
Li Xianglian couldn't persuade him otherwise, so she could only lower her head and take small bites of the fried egg.
The egg yolk oozes out, and the aroma is so enticing it melts on your tongue.
As the two were eating, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the courtyard gate.
"Brother! Brother Shan!"
His hoarse voice rang out, silencing even the cicadas in the trees.
Dazhu's towering figure burst through the courtyard gate with a whirlwind of energy.
He was sweating profusely from running, but he was carrying a heavy sack in his hand, with dark red blood seeping from the bottom of the sack.
"What's wrong? Are you trying to call back the soul?" Qin Rushan put down his chopsticks, raised an eyebrow and cursed, "It's so early in the morning, anyone who didn't know better would think the Japanese had invaded the village."
Dazhu chuckled, wiped the sweat from his chin, and proudly slammed the sack onto the table with a loud thud, its weight unmistakable.
"Brother, I ran my legs off to get this for you yesterday!"
Dazhu, panting, untied the burlap sack. "This is the freshest back seat I just snatched from the slaughterhouse in the next commune! Luckily, I was quick; the supply and marketing cooperative took it if I had been a step too late."
As soon as the burlap sack was opened, a strong smell of fresh meat wafted out.
Li Xianglian peeked out and couldn't help but gasp.
Inside was a whole pig hind leg, skin and bone intact, with alternating layers of fat and lean meat!
The skin was white and the meat was bright red; it looked to weigh at least twenty or thirty pounds!
These days, you need meat coupons to buy meat. Each person only has a limited quota per month, and you have to get up early to queue.
If someone manages to bring home a piece of meat like this during a festival, the whole village will be in an uproar.
Such a complete and plump pig hind leg—even the commune secretary wouldn't dare to display such extravagance at a wedding.
"Da...Dazhu," Li Xianglian stammered, her chopsticks hovering in mid-air, "how much does this cost? Our...our lives have just started to improve, we can't waste money like this."
She was used to hardship and would stretch every penny to its limit.
Although she had seen the three thousand yuan yesterday and knew that Qin Rushan had something in his pocket, his extravagant spending still made her heart pound.
This is simply burning money!
"What a load of rubbish!"
Qin Rushan placed the empty bowl on the table with a crisp sound.
He casually pulled out a Daqianmen cigarette he'd bought at the supply and marketing cooperative yesterday, popped one into his mouth, and said, "Money is meant to be spent; otherwise, it's just worthless paper. Besides, what day is today? It's your big day, Li Xianglian's, homecoming!"
He stood up, walked over to the pig's leg, and patted the thick skin, making a "slap slap" sound. His expression was even more satisfied than when he patted his own thigh.
"Dazhu, well done. Go pick out a digital watch from that pile of goods later, consider it a reward from your brother."
Da Zhu grinned from ear to ear, his dark face crinkling with wrinkles: "Hehe, thanks bro! I've had my eye on that glow-in-the-dark one for ages, I could use it as a flashlight at night!"
Qin Rushan turned around, looked at Li Xianglian who was about to speak, took a few steps over, and his domineering aura resurfaced.
"Wife, you better remember this. This pig's leg isn't for your greedy mother; it's to give you back."
Qin Rushan narrowed his eyes, a fierce glint flashing in them: "Didn't that Niu Guihua say she wanted a pig's hind leg? Didn't she look down on me, Qin Rushan, for being a penniless wretch? Today I'll show her whether it's because her daughter is divorced and nobody wants her, or whether her ex-son-in-law Zhao Gang is blind!"
"I'm going to let the whole village know that you, Li Xianglian, have fallen into a paradise by marrying me. From now on, all those who bullied you will have to walk with their heads down when they see you!"
After saying that, he searched around the room and pulled out a piece of red silk cloth from the mahogany box that contained miscellaneous items.
It was cut from the big red flower that the army gave him when he was discharged from the army, and the color was just right.
He didn't care about aesthetics at all. In a few quick movements, he tied the red silk cloth into a huge red flower and directly tied it to the shiny pig's hind leg.
Red meat and white fat paired with red flowers may look tacky, but it exudes a simple and straightforward sense of joy and wealth.
"Alright, stop standing there."
Qin Rushan waved his hand, lifting the dozens of kilograms of pig leg as easily as lifting a chick. "Put on your new dress, and apply plenty of face cream. You have to dress me up nicely. If we don't swagger back today, it would be a disservice to this pig that died so heroically!"
Looking at the man's proud and arrogant appearance, Li Xianglian's last bit of reluctance to spend the money dissipated.
Instead, a warm current, unlike anything I'd ever felt before, flowed from my heart all the way to my eyes.
She sniffed and nodded emphatically: "Sigh!"
Half an hour later, a scene unfolded on the dirt road in Xiahe Village that left the entire village, young and old, utterly astonished.
The sun was high in the sky, shining a white light on the dirt road in Xiahe Village.
The Qin family's mottled wooden door creaked open.
The first vehicle to emerge was a brand-new 28-inch motorcycle. Its black paint gleamed in the sunlight, and the large red pig's hind leg on the handlebars swung arrogantly with each turn of the wheel, its large red silk flowers particularly eye-catching.
Qin Rushan pushed the cart and, with his other hand, naturally led Li Xianglian out.
Li Xianglian was wearing a floral print dress made of polyester. The base color was a tender pale yellow, with tiny white flowers printed on it. The dress was very fitted at the waist, which perfectly accentuated her already slender figure.
She wore a pair of brand-new black leather sandals and even white nylon stockings. In this village full of patches and dust, she looked like a city schoolgirl straight out of a magazine.
Her hair was no longer haphazardly tied up in a bun as before, but instead braided into two thick, glossy black braids, with the ends tied with hair ties of the same color as her dress, hanging down in front of her chest.
Although she hadn't applied any rouge to her face, her complexion, which had been well-nourished by Qin Rushan, was fair with a rosy glow, so radiant it looked like it could be squeezed for water.
Qin Rushan smacked his lips and forcefully pulled his gaze away from her tightened waist.
He cursed inwardly: "Damn, that's beautiful!"
"Get on the bike." Qin Rushan straddled the bike and sat steadily on the seat, one foot on the ground, and turned back to give Li Xianglian a nod.