After the pig was butchered, the Yang family had Qingmu deliver ten jin of meat to the maternal grandmother's home the next day. Each of the two uncles' families received five jin, and an extra two jin of lard was brought specially for Mrs. Wang.
She had steeled her resolve. In previous years, her family had been poor, and she had to rely on her maiden family's support. They would give her things both openly and in secret, leaving her with a constant sense of guilt. 'No one wants to be living on handouts, right? Doesn't that just mean you're too poor to survive?' So, now that her family's fortunes had improved this year, she was sending meat to honor her mother and brothers.
For an average family, that was enough meat to last through the New Year without buying more. And those two jin of lard were a precious commodity, even more valuable than fatty pork.
Today, Juhua's family was making puffed rice candy.
