Just past eight o'clock that evening, Wang Dashuan hurried home cloaked in the night.
The pork weighed a total of one hundred seventy-eight pounds, and since it was home-raised with plenty of fat, the price was higher this time. They got one yuan and fifty cents per pound, totaling two hundred sixty-seven yuan.
Shen Yunfang counted out eighty-nine yuan and pushed it to Dashuan's wife, as agreed. She didn't care how much the pork sold for; she would only take one yuan per pound, and the rest was for Dashuan and his wife.
But this time, Dashuan's wife refused to take anything, her reasoning simple. When they sold wild boar meat, it was because the wild boar was found for free that she had the nerve to take so much money. But now, the pig was raised by Shen Yunfang with a year's hard work. She didn't have the face to take a third of the earnings for doing nothing; that would be too inhuman, so she insisted on refusing it.
