80s Taoism

"Jiaohua, Jiaohua, Laojiu's family slaughtered pigs today, shall we go to see the slaughter?" Zhang Yuanbao came to the garden early in the morning to call Zhang Jiaohua.

It has been a few days since he returned from London, and Zhang Jiaohua has returned to his old life, and the experience of seeing the eyes suddenly became a dream.

"Killing pigs? Their family wants to serve wine?" Zhang Jiaohua didn't think it was strange, thinking that Master Tu Laojiu's family was going to do something good. Meizi'ao is relatively remote, and life is tight. I don't have much money to go to the town to buy food if I want to do any major things. Therefore, plan when and what big things to do, raise a pig in advance, and when the time comes to do things, kill the pig, and the meat and vegetables will be ready. In addition, go to the town to buy some necessary items, and then you can buy wine.

"Didn't you hear Chunsheng talk about it?" Zhang Yuanbao was a little puzzled, really, it's nothing serious, why kill a pig? But this is what Chunsheng said with his own ears, so there should be nothing wrong.

The mute also ran over, with the same purpose as Zhang Yuanbao, but he knew more detailed information, "I heard from Chunsheng that his father said that he wanted to kill pigs and sell them in the village. This is not the New Year or the holidays, who would be willing to buy meat? I think Lao Jiu wants to smoke bacon. In such a hot weather, the meat will stink before it is smoked."

"You know what. A lot of people want to eat meat, but it's a pity that you can't buy it until you go to the town. If Lao Jiu's family kills a pig, I promise to let my parents eat it." Zhang Yuanbao swallowed when thinking about eating meat. A big piece of fat, when you eat it in your mouth, it tastes like oil, oops, your saliva comes out.

"Hurry up and have a look. When I came here just now, Lao Jiu's family was already boiling water and catching pigs." The mute said.

"I'm going to get a clay bowl." Zhang Jiaohua ran to the kitchen to find a clay bowl.

Liu Qiaoye grabbed the beggar, "Zai Zai, where are you going?"

Zhang Jiaohua went abroad for a few days, Liu Qiaoye seemed to have lost her soul, these two days she kept staring at Zai Zai, as if she was afraid of being snatched away.

"Lao Jiu's family slaughtered pigs, I went to catch pig blood, I haven't had pig blood soup for a long time." Zhang Jiaohua was afraid that he would not be able to pretend that he was late.

"Other people kill pigs, and pig blood may be useful. If you don't want to do it, you don't want to be tyrannical, you know?" Liu Qiaoye hurriedly urged, and when the beggar was gone, Liu Qiaoye came back to his senses, "It's not the New Year or the festival. Why does the old Jiu family kill pigs?"

When Zhang Jiaohua and the others ran to Lao Jiu's house, Lao Jiu was already catching pigs in the pigsty with a few helpers. No matter how stupid a pig is, it is afraid of death when it is caught and killed. Three strong men, two pulling ears, one tail. The pig weighed more than 200 catties, desperately refusing to get out. The stools have been set up outside, and the grass pots have been set up (grass tray: a wooden basin specially used to clean pigs. The basin is very large, and the whole pig can be soaked in it, so that the pig hair can be scalded with boiling water. In this way, the pig hair roots can be pulled out from the meat, and the pork grains will not leave hair roots.). There was also a clean wooden plate ready to hold blood.

Seeing Zhang Jiaohua approaching with a clay bowl, Lu Guifeng said with a smile, "Biaohua, you are very well informed. Before you heard the call to kill a pig, you took a basin to hold blood."

"If I had waited until the pig crowed and ran here, you would have already put the pig's blood in the basin." Zhang Jiaohua laughed.

"It's Yuan Bao and the mute who ran to inform you, right?" Lu Guifeng understood everything when she saw Zhang Yuanbao and the mute who were also running out of breath.

"Aunt Guifeng, what good things does your family do?" Zhang Jiaohua asked.

"It's not a good thing to do." Lu Guifeng deliberately put off.

"Then how does your family kill pigs?" Zhang Jiaohua asked in bewilderment.

Lu Guifeng chuckled and said, "Is there any need to ask? It's been a long time since you slaughtered a pig, so don't you want to eat pork? Your family doesn't have to worry about eating meat, but you eat bacon every day, so don't you get tired of it? Do you say you like fresh meat or bacon?"

"Of course fresh meat is good to taste, but you can't keep fresh meat. It will stink if you don't finish it. It's hard to go to the street to sip meat. Several masters in the factory are afraid of eating bacon, and want to sip fresh meat." Zhang Jiaohua himself also wants to eat fresh meat. After the meat is smoked, it can be stored for a long time, but the umami and flavor of the fresh meat will be lost.

"That's right, I'll pack pig's blood later, go back and call your parents to cut the pork. All the pigs our family killed were sold. Hasn't it been a long time since the village has eaten meat? From now on, my family will often kill pigs and sell pork." Lu Guifeng felt very light when he spoke, and he was in a good mood. A family started to run their own business, but their family has been silent.

Lu Guifeng is a man who knows a craft and is the only butcher in Meizitang. But not to mention Meizitang, even the entire Meiziao kills a lot of New Year pigs all year round. The other thing is that the pig will be killed only when the family is doing something big. This craft is not a breadwinner craft.

Lu Guifeng and Zhang Laojiu are both in good health. Their family farms no fewer fields than others, and raises no less livestock than others. However, they see other people's families running factories, opening up wasteland to plant tea trees, and running pig farms. They have no fewer hands than others, and no more brains than others, but they have no connections. Don't mention how anxious you are.

A few days ago, the couple sighed and talked about family affairs after finishing their work at night.

"Hurry up!" Zhang Laojiu lifted the quilt and got out naked, fumbled for a cigarette from the cabinet, and lit one.

"Why are you in a hurry?" Lu Guifeng wiped the sweat off his forehead with his hands, "Now I don't have to worry about food or clothing, and Cub is healthy."

"There are Ping and Qiaoye, who are better than us in that respect, but now they have set up a factory, which is booming, and the whole village is working for their family. Dayun, at the age of forty, has not yet found a wife. Now that he has built such a big tea mountain, within three years, he must be rich. Isn't your little sister still looking for a husband? Don't look for it, just Dayun, there is a big difference in age, but you believe me, follow Dayun in the future, and you will be sure to live a good life." Jiu took a sharp drag on his cigarette.

Lu Guifeng almost kicked Zhang Laojiu off the bed, "Why don't you marry your sister to him?"

"Can you marry? I haven't left five households yet. If I can marry, I will definitely marry my youngest sister to Dayun. Look at Dayun, he is as strong as a cow, and I will definitely kill your sister." Zhang Laojiu laughed.

Lu Guifeng finally couldn't bear it and kicked Zhang Laojiu off the bed, "No seriousness."

Lu Guifeng didn't use much effort, Zhang Laojiu got off the bed along the wife's legs, and wiped her legs by the way.

Zhang Laojiu laughed for a long time, and Lu Guifeng also laughed for a long time.

Finally, Lu Guifeng said, "Let's just joke about it, and you must not come to my house and talk nonsense. Otherwise, my father will chase you to Meizitang with a kitchen knife."

"Back when you came to my house, I put you on the bed the first night. Didn't your father chase me for dozens of miles with a kitchen knife? This old man is also true. Marrying who is not married? Is it still raised at home as an old girl?" Zhang Laojiu was full of indecency.

Lu Guifeng couldn't help laughing when he remembered what happened back then, "You were so bad back then, you even tore your belt strings."

"Ma'am, let me tell you something serious." Only then did Zhang Laojiu get down to business.

"What's the matter?" Lu Guifeng asked.

"I want to kill a pig!" Zhang Laojiu said very seriously.

"It's not the New Year's Day, who asked you to kill the pig?" Lu Guifeng asked puzzled.

"I want to kill our pig." Zhang Laojiu said again.

"But the days are too late? Butchering a pig means slaughtering tax and stamp duty. In the town, there is also a transaction tax. It's seven or eighty eighty-eight. If you cut off a corner of the meat, it's better to sell it directly." Lu Guifeng shook her head.

"I mean kill them and sell them in the village. Look, Youping's factory alone can sell half of it. Believe it or not? Now every household in the village is making money in Youping's factory, and whose family has no money to live? Now that the pigs are slaughtered, every family will come to cut the meat. The slaughter tax can't be saved. We don't have to pay the stamp duty, right? There's also the transaction tax. This saves a lot of money." Zhang Laojiu calculated, even Lu Guifeng. Also think this way works.

Zhang Laojiu continued, "In the future, if we kill a pig every few days, won't we make a living? If it doesn't work, I can send it to the neighboring village to sell. It may take an hour to ride a heavy-duty bicycle."

"Okay! I support you. First kill the pigs we raise. Try the water, if it works, then continue. If it doesn't work, it's a tooth-beating sacrifice!" Lu Guifeng is also a courageous woman.

The couple decided on their future plans on the bed, and they were excited again.

The wind in the village was so crazy that night.

"Then I'll call my mother to come and cut the meat later!" Zhang Jiaohua said happily.

Zhang Laojiu and others pushed the strong pig down on the bench. The pig struggled vigorously, but couldn't break free, howling hysterically.

Zhang Laojiu is a veteran butcher of pigs. Once the knife goes in, the pig's blood spurts out as soon as the knife is withdrawn.

Zhang Jiaohua didn't rush over to collect the pig's blood, and waited for the pig's blood to flow for a while before going up to catch it with a clay bowl. Pig blood is not a valuable thing. Whoever kills a pig at home can pick up some with a bowl.

"Biaohua, you have been to foreign countries, and you have eaten capitalist meals, and you still come back to eat pig blood soup?" Zhang Laojiu laughed.

"Old Ninth Uncle, in the future you will make money by killing pigs, will you still want my Aunt Guifeng as your wife?" Zhang Jiaohua asked back.

"Your mouth is really powerful. Did Buckwheat teach you?" Everyone laughed, and Lu Guifeng also laughed, asking while laughing.

"My mother wouldn't teach me this. Aunt Guifeng, I'll send the pig's blood back first, and then call my mother to come and cut the pork. You ask Old Ninth Uncle to save some good meat. Those urban people in the factory don't like to eat fatty meat." Zhang Jiaohua turned around step by step.

"Yes, don't worry, I will definitely leave a piece of good meat for your family. Don't fall down, it will be bloody." Lu Guifeng laughed.