Carrying a Jurassic on me-Chapter 1304 - 637: The Jerky Factory Problem

For the people of Sancha River village, the world’s hot gossip about Clinton from America and the cabbie’s scandal was far less appealing than the love-and-hate drama among the three tigers raised by Boss Yan’s family—those two female tigers were biological sisters, born in the same litter. Sisters vying for the same mate, how intriguing...

Of course, the event of President Yeliya from Russia ordering a sweep for mines wasn’t as big as Boss Yan deciding to give his staff a holiday—too many villagers were indifferent to news; some even still believed that the president named Yeliya and the girl called Yeliya frequently sung about in youngsters’ songs were siblings!

The biggest news in Sancha River village before the New Year, without a doubt, was the golden bowl giveaway at the cattle farm—the third-anniversary celebration of the factory and the year-end summary meeting paled in comparison to the catchiness of calling it the "golden bowl giveaway."

Those who saw the affair spoke endlessly about the sunlight reflecting off the golden bowls. Although not too big, if you calculated the price of gold, even a beggar who got his hands on one would instantly become a ten-thousandaire—although ten-thousandaires aren’t as rare as they used to be.

Those who had missed it were beating their breasts and stomping their feet in regret, deeply lamenting the missed opportunity to feast their eyes.

What everyone was most curious about was the actual value of the many gold coins and bowls Boss Yan handed out.

This wasn’t a secret question; at the celebration, when someone mentioned that Boss Yan had bought approximately twenty catties of gold, a young man who had returned from working out of town immediately did the math: the gold Boss Yan handed out wasn’t worth that much and, if given to the entire village, each person would only get about ten yuan.

Why did it have to be a young man who had worked away from home to do the math? Because most people didn’t care about the current price of gold per gram. Many were still struggling to put more meat on the table each month; who would care about irrelevant matters?

Amidst the hustle and bustle, the days leading up to the New Year were drawing closer...

Children looked forward to the New Year as, unless their family was so poor that they could barely put food on the table, they would usually receive new clothes for the New Year and the house would be stocked with good food and drink. Especially for the children, who could indulge in seeds and sweets that were usually too expensive to buy, as well as food their families didn’t have time to prepare.

But as the children grow older and become teenagers in the Chunibyo phase, they might make remarks that earn them scolding: What’s the big deal about the New Year? Why all the fuss just for a few leisure days during the festivities? What’s the point?

Indeed, steaming buns, preparing cooked food, and partially deep-frying chicken, duck, fish, and meat in preparation for the steam bowl during the meal. Some larger families might even buy a whole Pig Head and make a big pot of Braised Meat.

Not to mention anything else, just the task of steaming buns is no easy feat. The dough has to be kneaded with yeast a day in advance—this isn’t the quick-acting yeast from the store, but the traditional byproduct from making yellow wine in town. With air conditioning being a rarity, the dough-filled basin needs to be placed somewhere warm, so one has to remember to put it next to the coal stove or in the bedroom before going to sleep.

There are also various types of steamed buns, like the beans for bean buns, which need to be soaked overnight, or they won’t cook properly the next day. freēwēbnovel.com

For roughly ten days to half a month before the New Year, every household starts getting busy. Mornings are spent in the market, preparing not only a set of new clothes and shoes for each family member for the New Year but also chicken, duck, fish, vermicelli, kelp, artificial meat, cooking oil, five-spice powder, anise, and flour, bringing home whatever suits their Xinyi.

Afternoons are mainly spent bustling in the kitchen, continuing until New Year’s Eve. The tradition in Sancha River village is to have a market in the morning of New Year’s Eve. Once the couplets are up at noon and firecrackers are set off, the New Year celebrations officially begin.

Is it worth all the trouble just for a few days of feasting and drinking? Teenagers who ask such questions are asking for a slap...

Of course, it’s worthwhile in the eyes of the villagers. This is the New Year, the tradition that has flowed through their generations’ blood. These days it’s all about doing just that—for the two words: the New Year!

Whether you’re rich or poor, come home for the New Year!

No matter where you are or how far from home, these few days are the reason to travel thousands of miles, to brave mountains and rivers, just to experience the New Year!

The cattle farm was bustling before the New Year, too. Now that Boss Yan had risen to wealth, everyone in the farm benefitted as the tide lifts the boats. There’s a saying, "Riches find relatives in remote mountains," and it couldn’t be truer.

In the days leading up to the New Year, Yan Fei wished he could hide in the world of dinosaurs every day; otherwise, the endless stream of visitors from morning to night would leave him no time to accomplish anything.

Thankfully, the return of Yan Wenhai and Lin Xiumei saved Yan Fei from his plight.

Lin Xiumei enjoyed nothing more than basking in the sunlight outside the office. Whenever an acquaintance passed by, she never missed a chance to heap praises on Boss Yan’s benevolence—for letting everyone earn money and for taking good care of the villagers. Even the unfamiliar faces couldn’t escape an introduction by the staff: "This is Boss Yan’s mother."

Lin Xiumei would listen to people praising her son all day long with a smile that never closed.

She herself never tired of it, but she also pulled Yan Wenhai to listen. This nearly sent Yan Wenhai through the roof. Seizing moments of privacy, he would grumble, "It’s almost New Year’s, and you’re not thinking about getting things ready for the kids; we’re not preparing anything at home, and you just wander around..."

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