HLM – Chapter 943 Dividing the Beef

Before eating, Wang Bo made sure the princess was fed first. What a true little princess!

But snow foxes have one advantage—once they are full, they are the most obedient of all.

Naming the snow fox “Princess” was definitely fitting. This little creature had pale skin, a beautiful face, long legs, and when it sat quietly, its black, sparkling eyes shone like stars, exuding an elegant and noble air.

Father Bo kept watching during the meal, then couldn’t help but say, “When you and your wife have children, you should raise them like this. This little fox… was it raised in some palace?”

Dale proudly said, “No, it lived in the wilds of Finland. My sister and teacher didn’t want to bring it back, but I insisted.”

Seeing Dale open her arms, the little princess twitched her moist little nose and ran over in tiny steps, asking to be picked up.

Da Pang ran in at lightning speed, holding a fat hen in his mouth. He barreled through the door, knocking into the princess and sending her flying, then proudly dropped the chicken in front of Wang Bo.

Father Bo was shocked: “Isn’t this the Lu Hua chicken from your second sister-in-law’s house? How did it get dragged in here?!”

Er Pang followed, also holding a fat hen in his mouth, equally proud.

Without a word, Wang Bo dashed out. Father Bo shouted, “Where are you going? First, figure out this chicken situation!”

Wang Bo shouted back without turning, “I need to find Zhuang Ding, otherwise, what if it drags a cow back later?”

The two Lu Hua chickens were killed by the fat cat brothers—no way around it—they could only be replaced.

That night, Wang Bo went to apologize to the neighbors, bringing beef, lamb, turkey, and New Zealand specialties like mutton oil and wool sweaters.

The neighbors were overjoyed: “Ah, Xiao Bo, you’re too kind! Cats naturally like to carry chickens, it’s no problem.”

The villagers also knew the beef Wang Bo sent was expensive. They could taste the difference, and Wang Bo’s parents often talked in the village about Wang Bo’s farming in New Zealand.

The next morning, Wang Bo woke to find two more Lu Hua chickens in the yard, which made him furious. He grabbed a stick and chased the fat cat brothers.

The cats could tell by his glare that trouble was coming. Their short legs carried them like they were on fire wheels, sprinting away.

Outside, Wang Bo saw a dozen old hens roaming the streets. The neighbor’s small chicken coop door was open, but that was done by the family; no matter how smart the fat cat brothers were, they couldn’t unlock doors themselves.

Wang Bo realized the neighbors were deliberately “fishing,” letting the chickens out to tempt the cats. The brothers had some self-control and only brought back one each.

Wang Bo laughed wryly and called, “Da Pang, Er Pang, come here to Daddy.”

True to form, the lynx cats had climbed atop a wall by now. The two brothers squatted together, shaking their heads vigorously at Wang Bo, wary of being hit, still not trusting him.

By mid-morning, the village began distributing beef.

The fishing village had a loudspeaker, and the village party secretary announced: “Attention men of the Wang family village! Attention men of the Wang family village! Wang Da Shan’s son, Wang Bo, has returned from New Zealand, bringing foreign beef. One person per household, each family can receive ten pounds of beef…”

Wang Bo hadn’t stayed in the village for a long time. In the past three or four years, except for Chinese New Year, he didn’t come back, so the sound of the loudspeaker was unfamiliar.

Wang Bo came to visit. “Do they still use this loudspeaker in our village?”

“What else? Make phone calls? How much would that cost?” Zhong Dabao said matter-of-factly.

Wang Bo laughed, “Why not use a WeChat group? The whole village can have a group. From New Zealand, I can even access chat groups and forums for the entire town…”

“Alright, alright, stop talking. Can the villagers even use that?” Zhong Dabao scoffed. “I can’t even handle it.”

In winter, villagers had little to do. Small boats couldn’t go out to sea, large boats were limited, and with the New Year approaching, many stayed home.

So when the broadcast went off, people quickly came.

Large boxes were stacked in front of the village committee’s open area. Each box contained a hundred kilograms of beef, already pressed into slabs, requiring a chainsaw to cut.

The village clerk printed out forms. After signing, villagers could receive their beef.

Wang Bo told the village chief, “Uncle, tell the villagers that if they stew this beef, don’t use too many seasonings, especially soy sauce. Use less, or it will cover the flavor of the meat—it’d be a waste.”

The village chief squatted down, smoking. “Hey, you don’t understand, Xiao Bo. The village is richer than before, but beef is still a luxury. Who wouldn’t over-season it for taste? That’s how we make it go with rice.”

Wang Bo nodded silently. Eva asked, “I think I understand what he’s saying. Are you trying to boost the village’s wealth? I believe you can do it.”

“I have money, but not the power. Forget it, Eva. This isn’t my business. The village’s development depends on the local government. I’m willing to help, but I don’t want to lead it.”

He understood local sentiment—people care more about fairness than scarcity. Giving a little wheat may invite resentment if distributed unfairly.

Moreover, the village lacked resources and transportation; how could he develop it?

He could assist, but not be the main driver.

In practice, Wang Bo’s approach worked. He distributed beef household by household. Villagers praised him for not forgetting his roots despite having money, though most assumed he raised cows abroad.

The whole day, the village smelled of stewed beef. The chief was right: villagers rarely ate beef. After all, it was a fishing village without nearby cattle farms.

At night, the “draw plate” became usable, turning green—indicating the chance to draw a second-level lord’s heart.

Wang Bo used it and drew a second-level soul heart, perfect for Little Wang. He hadn’t come back this time and felt very aggrieved.

This time, he returned for weddings. Two of his college classmates had ceremonies in December, and he could combine wedding leave with annual leave to rest until the New Year.

Eva had never attended a Chinese-style wedding, so Wang Bo brought her and Dale along.

The wedding was for Zhou Haojie and Li Jiayi, from Fengcheng next to Linhai City. Wang Bo borrowed Zhong Dabao’s business car to drive the two sisters.

On the way, he had a stomach upset—apparently some water and food imbalance after returning home—and had to stop at a highway service area restroom.

It was a squat toilet. Wang Bo squatted, playing on his phone, finding it oddly entertaining.

Finally, when wiping, he placed a piece of toilet paper on the ground and put his phone down. When he looked back, the toilet paper was still there—but the phone was gone.