Old lady Niu wasn’t one to back down easily.
Setting aside whether the child in Widow Hu’s belly was truly her son’s, she wasn’t happy about her son bringing someone like Widow Hu into their family.
Even if her son was now a divorced man, Widow Hu’s questionable past with multiple men wasn’t something she could ignore.
Widow Hu hadn’t even entered their household yet and had already bewitched her son to the point of abandoning his wife and child. If this woman were to truly become part of the family, wouldn’t she cause a rift between Niu Pozi and her son?
Wang Shu thought that once his ex-wife was out of the picture, he could smoothly marry Widow Hu. However, he hadn’t anticipated that his mother would create a scene-crying, yelling, and even threatening to hang herself- to vehemently oppose Widow Hu’s entry into the family.
Old lady Niu even went as far as confronting Widow Hu. In front of many witnesses, she berated Widow Hu so harshly that the latter fainted in humiliation. She nearly lost her baby in the process.
Enraged, Wang Shu returned home and had a massive argument with his mother.
During this time, Song Wei found herself thoroughly entertained by the ongoing drama in their household.
“Tsk, tsk. Giving birth to a son like that is worse than giving birth to a barbecued pork bun. Though I don’t usually like old lady Niu, I’m on her side this time. Widow Hu is clearly a homewrecker.”
Widow Hu wasn’t exceptionally beautiful, but she had a delicate, well-kept appearance and knew exactly how to charm men.
Such women were adored by men who couldn’t control their desires, but they were deeply disliked by other women.
No woman wanted someone like that to lure away their husband.
Elders in families also disliked such women, as they were clearly troublemakers.
“Only an idiot like Wang Shu would fall for her and think they could live happily ever after. Doesn’t he wonder why all the other men disappeared after Widow Hu got pregnant, leaving only him foolishly hanging around?”
“Her previous husband’s family fell apart because of her, didn’t they? I’ve seen it myself-when her husband was away, she was still meeting with other men.”
“Really?”
Song Wei perked up her ears.
“Really. The man didn’t look like he was from the village. He seemed like a Zhiqing, but not from our brigade.”
After chatting for a while, the conversation shifted to other topics.
Song Wei glanced at Lin Zhen, who had already dug a far-off furrow, and sped up her work.
On the way back home, they encountered a mail carrier.
“Comrade, are you Lin Zhen?”
The mail carrier called out to Lin Zhen.
Lin Zhen nodded, and the mail carrier handed him an envelope.
“This is for you.”
“Thank you.”
After the mail carrier left, Lin Zhen opened the letter. It was a message.
His eyes softened as he handed the letter to Song Wei.
“It’s news about your uncle. He’s indeed over there. My comrade helped take care of him over the winter. He’s fine and still alive.”
Given the conditions in that place, however, he had likely endured significant hardship.
After reading the letter, Song Wei grew excited.
“I’ll prepare some supplies to send over.
Can we send packages?”
“Yes, but it has to be sent under my comrade’s name.”
“Got it.”
Song Wei immediately began making preparations, running to the mountains to gather resources.
Despite her frequent trips to the mountains, she maintained full work points every day. The brigade leader turned a blind eye to her activities.
Song Wei’s main purpose in the mountains was to find medicinal herbs.
She didn’t know if her uncle had access to medicine. Even if he did, it might not be easy for him to obtain it.
She planned to collect herbs for treating colds, injuries, and other ailments. Once processed, she would ask Old Ji to create remedies or make pills.
The mountains near Ping’an Brigade were vast. With two wolves as her companions-and often Lin Zhen as well-Song Wei ventured deeper into the wilderness.
Today, she was with Lin Zhen when they encountered a herd of wild boars.
Exchanging a glance, they decided to take down the herd.
Tracking the boars back to their lair, they waited for the perfect moment.
When the boars were relaxed, they attacked.
The two of them, along with the wolves, launched their assault.
Song Wei wielded a machete and targeted the largest boar, delivering a powerful strike to its throat.
The machete, wielded with the strength of an axe, severed the boar’s windpipe in one blow, causing blood to spray everywhere.
The boar, still alive, thrashed on the ground in agony.
Its eyes turned red as it charged at Song Wei.
Without using her machete, Song Wei punched the boar’s head with such force that a loud crack echoed.
The sound wasn’t from her bones-it was the boar’s skull shattering.
The massive boar collapsed.
Seeing their leader fall so quickly, the remaining boars scattered in fear.
The herd consisted of at least twelve boars, most of them large, with only a few smaller ones.
Song Wei and Lin Zhen quickly dispatched two more and helped the wolves take down their targets.
They decided to herd the remaining boars toward Ping’an Brigade.
“You and the wolves drive them forward,” Song Wei told Lin Zhen. “I’ll inform the brigade leader.”
They planned to keep three boars for themselves and contribute the rest to the brigade for food.
As she eyed the fat boars, Song Wei felt a twinge of guilt.
It wasn’t their fault they were targeting the boars-it was just that the mountains were overrun with them.
Wild boars bred rapidly, ate voraciously, and grew fast. When small herds couldn’t secure territory, they ventured into farmlands, destroying crops.
And most importantly, boars had a lot of meat-enough to feed the entire brigade.
Lin Zhen, fully confident in Song Wei’s abilities, swiftly left to alert the brigade leader.
Song Wei, along with her two wolves, drove the remaining boars down the mountain.
Any boar that resisted was quickly subdued by a punch from her, making them compliant.
Lin Zhen reached the brigade leader in no time, delivering the news about the boars.
“Wild boars? Are you sure? How many?”
The brigade leader’s voice carried excitement rather than fear.
After all the hard work everyone had put in, wild boars showing up meant extra food.
“About eight or nine.”
Those nearby, eavesdropping, perked up instantly, their eyes lighting up.
“Brigade leader, let me help hunt them.”
“I’ll go too. I’m strong!”
Armed with tools like hoes and machetes, a large group eagerly prepared to confront the boars.
Meat was a treasure they couldn’t resist.
Seeing their enthusiasm, the brigade leader rubbed his hands together.
“Alright, grab your tools and follow Lin Zhen!”
A boar-hunting party, armed and excited, set off for the mountains, their spirits high.
Even the male Zhiqing from the educated youth dormitory joined in.
Anyone who didn’t participate would get a smaller share of the meat.
Hearing there were eight or nine large boars, not just the men but even the women were thrilled.
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