The village chief held back his anger and did not curse out loud. He pointed at Old Madam Bao and the others. "Look, what kind of twisted logic is this? This wild boar was picked up by the Zhou family's daughter. Why is it yours now and why should it be shared with you?"
"So, according to what you said, in the future, whatever our villagers pick on the mountain will have to be distributed to all villagers?"
Then, he waved his hand. "Alright, alright. Don't be here picking bones out of an egg. You're talking nonsense. It must be busy at home right now. Go home and work."
Those old women obviously wouldn't leave if they didn't achieve their goal. They used all their skills to make a scene, and were utterly shameless.
Moreover, after these old women started fussing, many villagers joined them. It was clear that they would not stop until they were given pork.
For a moment, there was no end to the argument.
