There was only one pig left in the valley. After a winter, it hadn’t lost weight—in fact, it had even gained a little.
Of course, it couldn’t have gained too much. Pigs do put on weight, but not indefinitely.
Song Wei estimated the pig weighed nearly four hundred jin.
Her eyes lit up.
Although the castrated wild boar meat still had a slightly gamey smell, it was lean and beautifully marbled.
Unlike most people in this era, who lacked oil in their diets and preferred fatty meat, she had a preference for lean meat.
Unable to wait any longer, she rushed forward and struck the pig, which had been rooting in the soil and chewing on something. The pig squealed in pain before collapsing to the ground.
Song Wei affectionately patted the large, fat pig.
“Rest in peace. I’ll take good care of your meat.”
First, she drained its blood.
A large basin of red blood was set aside to coagulate.
Just then, Lin Zhen’s voice rang out.
Perfect—her man had arrived.
Song Wei eagerly responded.
It wasn’t just Lin Zhen who had come; Jiang Wenyong and Lin Dayou were with him.
They had long discussed sharing some of the large fat pig with the production team leader’s family and Great Uncle’s family.
After all, from her pregnancy to childbirth, these two families had provided plenty of care and support.
So, it was no surprise that Lin Zhen had brought them along.
“Such a fat pig?!”
Jiang Wenyong and Lin Dayou stared wide-eyed at the massive pig that had been killed.
Lin Zhen took out a knife. “Go have fun. We’ll handle the butchering.”
The pig was too big to carry back whole, so they would divide the meat into sacks, each carrying a portion back.
Song Wei loved eating meat but disliked the process of handling pigs.
Within moments, her hands would become greasy.
So, she didn’t refuse his offer and instead ran out of the valley with the wolf pack to see if there was anything else edible.
Unfortunately, it was still early spring, and nothing in the mountains had fully grown yet.
Any animals that were active were still scrawny.
Now that they had a large fat pig, Song Wei couldn’t really bring herself to care about them.
In the end, she returned empty-handed.
Everyone processed the pig and took a small path back home.
When carrying something valuable, it was best to let as few people know as possible.
That same day, the three families gathered for a hearty pork feast.
Xiao Nan was awake and being held in someone’s arms. Perhaps smelling the aroma, his little hands reached toward the table, his wide eyes fixed on the dishes as he babbled excitedly.
When no one paid him attention, he grew impatient and let out a loud, frustrated “Ah!”
Everyone burst into laughter.
“You want to eat already, little one? You’ll have to wait until your teeth grow in.”
In short, he wasn’t allowed to eat, and the little guy cried out in frustration, letting out a loud wail.
Lin Zhen quickly prepared some milk powder and fed it to the little glutton, finally calming him down.
After satisfying her craving for pork, Song Wei no longer felt the urge to roam the mountains.
After all, there wasn’t much to find there now.
The production team began preparing the fields for work.
Weeding, digging, and tilling—there was work to be done everywhere.
By March and April, it would be time to start sowing seeds.
As the weather warmed up a bit, Song Wei placed the two little ones in a twin stroller and took them for a stroll around the production team.
Bear Cub and the white eagle provided protection—one on the ground and one in the sky.
It was their first time going out, and both children were visibly excited, their eyes wide as they eagerly took in their surroundings. Their chubby little hands and legs kicked energetically in the stroller.
“Ah, ah…”
Unfortunately, lying in the stroller, all they could see was the blue sky and white clouds.
Of course, it didn’t take long for villagers to notice Song Wei out with her babies.
Twins were a rarity, and everyone was especially fascinated by the pair—plump, fair, and sturdy, thanks to Song Wei and Lin Zhen’s care.
“They’re so well raised! These babies are absolutely adorable.”
“The older one looks so much like Lin Zhen, while the younger one takes after you—so pretty.”
“Don’t they say twins look alike? Why do these two look so different?”
Song Wei explained, “Identical twins look alike, but fraternal twins don’t.”
The older folks didn’t quite understand her explanation, but they were more than happy to admire the babies.
If they could somehow share in the luck and have twins themselves—or have their daughters-in-law conceive twins—that would be even better.
Song Wei paraded her two little ones around Ping’an Production Team, enjoying the attention and a bit of gossip before heading back, worried the children might catch a chill.
As she left, countless whispers followed in her wake.
“How does Song Zhiqing look exactly the same after giving birth? Her figure and skin are still so flawless.”
Many envied Song Wei’s figure and fair complexion.
“What’s there to be proud of? If I had eaten well, slept well during pregnancy, and didn’t have to worry about work or labor after giving birth, I’d be fair too.”
“Well, it’s not like any of us caught Lin Zhen’s eye.”
A few young women spoke with palpable jealousy.
“Her sons are so well raised—plump and fair. After I gave birth, I didn’t have enough milk, and my baby ended up scrawny.”
“I heard Song Wei’s relatives bought milk powder and mailed it to her.”
“Those two babies are fed both breast milk and formula—no wonder they’re growing so well!”
How enviable… How infuriating…
Why couldn’t they be the ones living such a comfortable life?
Song Wei hummed a tune as she returned home. Just as she finished feeding the two little ones, Lin Zhen arrived.
Lin Zhen hadn’t gone to work that day. Instead, he had ridden his bicycle to the post office.
Even though Song Wei breastfed the twins, the household’s milk powder supply was dwindling quickly.
The milk powder Lin Zhen had asked someone to purchase had finally arrived.
There were five cans in total.
Additionally, there was some loose milk powder.
Though it was sold in bulk, the quality was just as good—and cheaper than the canned version.
The loose powder amounted to about three cans’ worth.
Lin Zhen found a container at home and carefully stored all the milk powder inside.
“This should be enough to last them a while.”
Song Wei stared longingly at the milk powder. “It smells so good.”
The milk powder was incredibly fragrant, making her mouth water.
Lin Zhen glanced at her helplessly but ultimately indulged his wife by preparing a bowl of milk powder for her.
Song Wei hugged the bowl, her eyes curving into happy crescents.
“Hehe, you’re the best.”
Lin Zhen couldn’t help but smile.
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