Wansheng Village was brimming with noise and celebration. Every household had not only managed to buy affordable pork, but had also been allotted a generous basin of fragrant "slaughter-feast" stew. Smiles bloomed on the faces of young and old alike, and a warm, joyous atmosphere permeated the village.
However, in the home of Su Zhiguo, the mood was quite different; it was filled with Liu Fang’s shrill scolding.
Earlier, when everyone had been queuing up to draw lots for pork, Liu Fang had been ecstatic to pull number 8. But just then, someone had bumped into her; the lot fell to the ground and was snatched up in an instant. When Liu Fang saw that the person who picked it up was Widow Qian, a wave of disgust washed over her. Everyone knew the woman was carrying on with Su Zhiguo, and seeing her hold the lot made Liu Fang’s expression turn dark as a thundercloud.
Chapter 50