In her eyes, Shen Qingwan was nothing more than a foolish and sharp-tongued village woman, completely wasting that pretty face of hers.

Though Zhang Qiao’er didn’t think Shen Qingwan was more beautiful than herself, she simply couldn’t stand seeing her doing well.

The two of them would argue every time they met in the village, making them utterly sick of each other.

“Shen Qingwan, are you sure this wild boar didn’t just go mad and crash into a tree? What if it was sick? If people in the village eat it and fall ill, can you afford to take responsibility?

And you have the nerve to ask for thirty coins? If the villagers hadn’t helped, could you have carried this wild boar back yourself? If you ask me, you should split it with them. Otherwise, this would be far too unfair,” Zhang Qiao’er sneered.

That mouth of hers really deserved a beating.

No wonder she and the original host of this body always ended up arguing whenever they met.

“Zhang Qiao’er, did you eat shit this morning? Your mouth stinks! I can smell your rotten thoughts from all the way over here. This is my pork—I’ll sell it for whatever price I want. If you’re not buying, step aside and watch from a distance,” Shen Qingwan shot back mercilessly.

Zhang Qiao’er was momentarily stunned.

Normally, a few words from her would have Shen Qingwan hopping mad, but today, she was oddly calm.

“Shen Qingwan—” Zhang Qiao’er started to speak again, but Shen Qingwan cast her a cold, dead-eyed glare that sent a shiver down her spine, making her take half a step back in fear.

“Get out.”

Those three icy words left Zhang Qiao’er too intimidated to argue further.

She could only leave with a sour expression.

Just as Zhang Qiao’er left, Zhao Auntie sidled up, eyeing the pig offal in the basin and grinning. “Eldest daughter-in-law, I see that nobody wants the pig offal. Why don’t you give it to me? Let your auntie share in your good fortune.”

Shen Qingwan glanced at Zhao Auntie, the woman who had spoken, and smirked. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Auntie Zhao. I already promised the pig offal and head to Uncle Zhang.”

Zhao Auntie was always looking to take advantage of others and was notorious for gossiping behind people’s backs.

She had said plenty of bad things about Shen Qingwan before, so naturally, there was no way Shen Qingwan would give her the pig offal for free.

“Then what about the pig’s feet? Nobody ever wants those, right?”

In this era, pig offal was generally unpopular because it was difficult to clean and had a strong odor.

Only those who couldn’t afford pork would sometimes buy offal to satisfy their cravings.

Pig heads and feet were slightly better than offal, but because they were mostly bone with little meat, they were rarely purchased and sold for much lower prices.

Seeing Zhao Auntie eyeing the pig’s feet greedily, Shen Qingwan swiftly nudged them toward Hunter Zhang, making it clear that they, too, were his.

Hunter Zhang had initially thought getting just the pig offal was already a great deal.

He hadn’t expected Shen Qingwan to also give him the pig head and feet.

Ignoring Zhao Auntie’s disappointment, Shen Qingwan had Hunter Zhang cut the pork belly into about a dozen three-jin portions, distributing them to the villagers who had helped carry the boar back.

Those men had only helped transport the wild boar yet each received three jin of pork, leaving them very satisfied.

They all promised that if she ever needed help again, they would come running.

Apart from the pig offal, head, and feet, Shen Qingwan also gave Hunter Zhang an extra three-jin portion of meat.

He initially wanted to refuse since he had already received quite a bit, but Shen Qingwan assured him she would likely need his help in the future.

Hearing this, Hunter Zhang accepted it without further hesitation and took his son home.

Old Man Lu, watching nearly a hundred jin of meat get given away in the blink of an eye, felt his heart ache terribly.

The pig offal, head, and feet alone had already been over fifty jin.

Now, with the additional portions of pork belly she had distributed, the 300-400 jin wild boar had been reduced to barely over 200 jin of meat.

As the villagers continued to buy bits and pieces, there were only about 200 jin left.

Before the onlookers could disperse, Old Madam Lu arrived.

No one had gone back to inform her of their return, so she and the rest of the family had still been waiting at home.

Had Old Madam Lu not come out to check, she might never have known that Shen Qingwan had brought back a wild boar.

Hearing that Shen Qingwan had caught a wild boar, Li Qiujue immediately called Lu Wenguang to go check it out.

Meanwhile, Xiaoyu and Xiaochen, who had been taken to the old house by Old Madam Lu, rushed home upon hearing that their mother had returned.

As soon as they entered the courtyard, their eyes widened at the sight of the large chunks of pork on the table.

“Oh my goodness, so much meat! Haha, we’re finally going to have a feast!” Li Qiujue excitedly ran forward to touch the pork, having forgotten how long it had been since she last ate meat.

Shen Qingwan didn’t particularly like her third sister-in-law, but Old Man Lu and Old Madam Lu weren’t too bad, and the second son, Lu Wenguang, and his wife were honest and good-natured.

Naturally, she would share some of the pork with them.

Seeing that the family was about to divide up the meat, the neighbors understood it was time to leave and quietly dispersed.

Since it was already late afternoon, they knew better than to overstay their welcome.

“Eldest daughter-in-law, there’s still a lot of meat left. What are you planning to do with it? The weather is hot, and meat doesn’t keep well. Why don’t you take it to Qingshui Town with your second brother-in-law and sell it while you still can?”

Old Man Lu, though tempted by the meat, thought it was too valuable to be eaten.

It would be better to sell it for money and buy some grain instead.

“Father, this isn’t that much meat. You should take some. Tomorrow, I plan to visit my family in Shenjia Village and bring some to them. As for the rest, I’ll cure it so we can eat it slowly. The fox pelt I got today is worth a good amount of silver, so I can sell that to buy grain.”

Selling forty jin of pork today had only brought in a little over one tael of silver, which wasn’t much.

Instead of going through the trouble of selling the rest, she would rather keep it for herself.

“Oh, you wasteful girl! Keeping all this pork for yourself? What a waste! Listen to your father—sell it in Qingshui Town and get some money instead. What kind of times do you think we’re living in? Who can afford to eat meat like this? You must not be afraid of starving in the future!”

Old Madam Lu was so furious she smacked her thigh and scolded Shen Qingwan for being a spendthrift.

“Father, Mother, didn’t you hear what Sister-in-law just said? She plans to take some to her family in Shenjia Village tomorrow. If you don’t stop her, she’ll probably give all the meat to them! I say we should let her keep one front leg for herself and take the rest back to the old house. Better we eat it ourselves than let outsiders have it.”

Li Qiujue lowered her voice, but Shen Qingwan wasn’t deaf—she heard everything clearly.

However, she didn’t bother responding to Li Qiujue’s scheming.

Old Man Lu and Old Madam Lu exchanged glances, suddenly remembering the foolish things Shen Qingwan had done in the past.

That’s right—this eldest daughter-in-law had no sense. What if she sold the pork, only to turn around and give the silver to her family in Shenjia Village? Even giving the meat away was painful enough!