Liu Tiezhu limped home carrying twenty pounds of meat.
Ever since he broke his leg, it had left behind a lingering condition, causing unbearable pain whenever it rained. He couldn't do heavy work anymore and had become useless.
Out of familial ties, Liu Tielin arranged for him to work with cattle, earning eight work points a day. Although it wasn't as much as other men who earned ten, for a cripple like him, getting eight points was quite good.
Many in the village envied his job.
The cattle work was easy, with guaranteed work points every day, even during the New Year. If it weren't for his older cousin being the team leader, someone would have stepped forward long ago to snatch his job.
Liu Tiezhu returned home and handed the meat to Ge Cuilan, "Cut off three pounds for New Year's, and salt the rest to eat slowly come spring."
"Master of the house, we don't have enough salt."
Ge Cuilan stared at the meat, swallowing hard.
