Portable Space: Red Age of Rebirth

It was Laba Festival in a blink of an eye. Grandma Du and Ma Du got up early in the morning and cooked Laba porridge with dates, red beans, soybeans, rice, millet, peanuts and chestnuts. When Ya'er got up, it had been cooking for almost an hour. Dress Ya'er.

After putting away the clothes, Ma Du also fed her a small bowl. While drinking the smooth, moist, and fragrant Laba porridge, a sentence came to Ya'er's mind - the original flavor is the best, and Ya'er is small when she drinks it.

The belly is bulging.

As the saying goes, "Don't cry, little kid. After the Laba Festival, the pig will be killed." Ya'er knew that after drinking the Laba porridge, the highlight before the New Year was coming soon, so she must try to go and watch it. On the 16th day of the twelfth lunar month, her uncle and her brother

We got up early. According to the brothers, today we will collectively kill the New Year pig in front of the village square. I heard that there will be more than 10 pigs. We can eat enough pork today. In order to eat more meat at noon, my uncle and I

The brothers have not eaten breakfast, so they have to wait early with tables and benches. Grandma Du and Ma Du will also go to help cook after breakfast. According to Grandma Du, the whole village will have a big pot of rice together today. Originally, Ma Du

Afraid of killing the pig, Ya'er was frightened, so she asked her eldest brother to watch her sister at home and wait for them to pick them up after dinner. How could the eldest brother miss this excitement? He was so rambunctious that he didn't want to take care of the children at home. In fact, Ya'er wanted to see them too.

, but she was a petty person, so she could only silently support her elder brother to hold on. In the end, Grandma Du saw that the time was coming, thinking that the children in the countryside were all skinny, and decided to let her uncle hold Ya'er and watch the fun together.

When we arrived at the square at the entrance of the village, it was already bustling with people. Almost the whole village, old and young, was out in force. Killing the New Year pig was a big event in the village. A row of simple stoves supported a dozen large iron pots the size of table tennis tables.

The iron pot is used when eating in a big pot. On the tables next to it are various seasonings, including oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, pepper and star anise. Stacks of them are washed cleanly by everyone from the porcelain basins they bring at home.

The kitchen knives are also polished and sharp. The New Year pigs are killed not once or twice. Everyone is familiar with the job. There is a clear division of labor. The strong boys and uncles are responsible for killing the pigs, and the aunts and ladies are responsible for doing the work.

The children are responsible for watching the fun and eating. The women on the other end have not started killing yet, but the women on the other end are already busy. The ones responsible for boiling water are responsible for pasting corn tortillas, responsible for washing vegetables, and those responsible for chopping vegetables are preparing to use spoons.

. In short, everything was ready when Ya'er and the others arrived, just waiting for the east wind of pork.

At 9 o'clock, the village chief made a routine opening speech. First, he praised the village for exceeding its goals this year, and then put forward higher requirements for next year. Before he finished speaking, several teenagers and half-year-old children used bamboo poles to support a few

Hanging long firecrackers, one, two, three, lit together, crackling, resounding throughout the sky. Although Ya'er's ears were covered by her uncle's hands, you can know from the smiling faces of the villagers that the villagers are deeply attached to them.

The joy of harvest and hope for the future.

After the firecrackers went off, the village chief gave an order, and a row of more than a dozen big fat pigs were pushed down on the big wooden door one by one by young and strong boys. There was no specialized pig butcher in the village, and Boss Guo was always tinkering.

Wild animals, so he also serves as the pig butcher in the village. At this time, he is usually the one doing the killing. I saw Boss Guo holding a special butcher knife and pointing it at the pig's neck. The white knife went in and the red knife came out. Quickly, accurately, and fiercely.

To kill, a few brave ladies were responsible for collecting the pig blood in basins with salt water, green onions, ginger, and pepper. They stirred the pig blood while collecting it to prevent it from coagulating, so that it could be used to make blood sausage. This is theirs.

If you are good at cooking, you must show it to them later, and it will also make your gentlemen look good. At this time of year, if someone’s mother-in-law’s cooking is recognized by the big guys, it is a very honorable thing.[

Mr. Guo stabbed each one, and after about ten minutes, all the 10 or so big pigs were knocked down. The ladies received 5 or 6 pots of pig blood. The aunts in charge of boiling water poured boiling hot water on them.

On the pig, several villagers worked in groups, holding polished kitchen knives with their hands and feet, and in a short time, they scraped a pig clean, white and plump.

Next was Boss Guo's performance. He walked to the clean fat pig, first removed the pig's head, and then four pig's hooves. These pig's hooves are the most serious and best appetizer for these country men. In Ya'er's view

Come on, Uncle Guo is now a swordfighter. He looks like a master from ancient times. He takes a pig for ten minutes, separates the tripe, heart, liver, and lungs, and then digs out the bones and removes the meat. These pigs are all eaten

It is grown with wild vegetables and boiling water, absolutely pure and natural. Due to the careful care of the folks, each one is fat, and the fat meat is four fingers thick. Looking at the piles of pork on the table, I think about my family.

How many kilograms can be divided into, this is what the villagers think is beautiful.

Although the whole scene was bloody, Ya'er was excited and not afraid at all. Her uncle kept praising her for being a brave little girl. The village chief picked up the pieces of pork and weighed them. Each piece was about the same size.

It's about ten kilograms, and every family can share a piece of it in a while, which will definitely lead to a good year.

Next is the stage for the aunts and ladies. Today's main course is these pig offal. The pork is reserved for making dumplings for the New Year. Today's main course is stewed sauerkraut with big bone, braised pig head, and boiled pork offal. Ya'er

She was very interested in the authentic butchered pork dish. She let her uncle hold her and watch the whole process without waiting for anyone to mistake her. He kept saying that she was not only a bold girl but also a greedy girl. Of course, he was also very curious about this.

That’s it.

Stew big bones with sauerkraut. Put the clean big bones into the pot and simmer over high heat. After stewing for an hour, add some pork belly and chopped sauerkraut, and simmer over low heat for ten minutes.

Minutes. This dish is fragrant but not greasy, and it looks very refreshing. I guess it should be eaten first.

Stuffed pig blood sausage is a favorite of children. Stuff the seasoned pig blood into the small intestine, tie it tightly, put it in a pot and cook for 10 minutes. Cool and slice into pieces. It has a rich flavor and is oily but not greasy. Braised in soy sauce

Pork head meat is a delicacy for gentlemen to go with wine. It is said that the braised pork head meat made by Grandma Du is red in color, fragrant and mellow, moderately salty and sweet, fat but not greasy, and is famous in the village for being delicious. A pig head can make

There are more than a dozen plates of pork head meat. Boiled pork offal is made by slicing pork sausage, pork liver, pig heart, etc. and boiling them together with chili sauce and wild sansho pepper. It is fresh, tender and rich in flavor. Add another favorite of the elderly.

Pork, cabbage and tofu stew.

Ding, clang, clang, aunts and ladies each showed off their skills, and the red flames licked the bottom of the pot. After more than an hour, the aroma of each stove was fragrant, and the thick meat aroma permeated the entire Qinghe Bay, attracting the greedy children.

They kept sniffing and circling around the pot, not wanting to leave, which made the aunts and ladies laugh and curse for a while. It is estimated that the New Year's Eve is not so lively.

There are less than 1,000 people in the village, and 5 or 60 tables are lined up. The scene is very spectacular. The men eat separately, and there is an extra plate of braised pig head and peanuts on their table, both of which are good dishes to go with wine. The women

They took their children to eat together. For the folks who rarely eat oil and water all year round and eat pickles all day long, this pig-killing vegetable, which is comparable to the New Year's Eve dinner, is really attractive, and you can eat it with open belly today.

I guess most of the children didn't even eat breakfast like their brothers, because she heard more than one person's stomach growling with hunger.

At around one o'clock in the afternoon, the fragrant pig-killing vegetables were just coming out of the pot. The fifth grandfather, the most respected man in the village, said "Let's eat." A dozen nimble ladies were responsible for serving the dishes, and more than twenty nimble-legged young men trotted away.

, serving food from table to table. Grandma Du led a group of her children to form a table with the neighbor's family, while the uncle had already gone to the old man's side. Looking at the generous portions of greasy pig meat on the table,

Smelling the tangy aroma of meat, Ya'er, who usually doesn't like meat, couldn't help drooling. Although she kept convincing herself that she was still a child, drooling was instinctive and uncontrollable. But Ya'er was small and had a weak tooth.

It’s really not good. Until now, we only have 4 millet teeth on the top and bottom. Looking at the pig ears that she loves the most, Ya’er can only sigh in excitement at the food. She uses the millet teeth to smack the tofu fed to her by Du Ma.

It's the only dish she can chew, and she's treated like an old man or an old lady.

Holding the freshly browned cornmeal pancakes and the fragrant meat dishes, the grandmothers and ladies chatted while eating. The children didn't care about their appearance, eating in their mouths, holding them in their chopsticks, and holding them in their bowls.

Occupying them, each one ate with their mouths full of oil. As the saying goes, good teeth, good mouth, good food, good health. Seeing them eating so deliciously, Ya'er felt like she was going to drool again. In the end, she really couldn't bear it.

Unable to hold on anymore, she strongly requested to eat pig head meat. If she couldn’t chew it, put it in her mouth and smack it. It tasted good. At least it would satisfy her craving. Originally, Du’s mother wanted to chew it and feed it to her, but Ya’er refused. Although

She loves her mother, but Ya'er is still embarrassed at the thought of eating her mother's saliva.

Listening to Ya'er's clear and articulate request to eat pig ears, the neighbor's aunt began to tease Ya'er and talk. If you see a little fat white baby sitting on her mother's lap, she speaks clearly and seriously.

The four millet teeth on the top and bottom crunch like a squirrel, and you don’t think Coke is the same.

In fact, all the dining tables are similar. The women are a little more reserved and polite, although the chopsticks in their hands are not slow. The men and children don't have so many scruples. They throw away their arms and eat big chunks of meat.

Drinking is really refreshing. You can only eat a few meals like this throughout the year. If you don’t rush to stuff it into your stomach at this time, how long will it take?

The meal took nearly an hour to finish, and there was nothing left in the bowl. The greedy child even started licking the remaining broth in the bowl, licking it clean, so he probably didn't even have to wash the dishes.

After the meal, the children were all so full that they were licking their bellies and walking. The aunts and ladies had to clean up the pots and pans, while Ya'er was led by her brothers to walk with a group of friends to eat. Uncle.

The elders took the meat distributed to them and continued chatting in another place. They are so busy all year round that they wish they didn't even have time to eat. Today, they are all free and gathered together to communicate. The elders also like to have short families.

The lively scene of eating a big pot of rice will always remain in Ya'er's memory. From then on, she fell in love with this simple village, the simple folks here, the mountains here, the water here, and the land where she was born and raised.

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