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Although the house opposite has been tidied up, Cai Xiaomei is not allowed to live there. One is that she is uneasy to be alone, and the other is that it is too deserted to be alone there, so she lives in the north wing with Fan Ming

The house like water is opposite the door.

After the seventh and eighth days of the Lunar New Year, the taste of Lab8 gradually comes back. People have smiles on their faces and they completely put down their work. After a year of hard work, it is time to take a rest. People working outside are also returning one after another.

The village is here, no matter how they are doing outside, when they come back to the village, everyone is smiling.

Now in the city, celebrating the New Year has become a formality. The New Year is nothing but a big consumption festival. The flavor of the New Year in the villages has gradually faded over the years. In the past, people were poor and could not bear to eat or wear clothes, so they all looked forward to the New Year.

You can eat good food and wear new clothes, so you can celebrate the New Year with a plate, and the New Year taste will be natural.

Strong. In recent years, even in this small mountain village, there is no shortage of food and clothing. It is just a matter of old and new. I can usually eat a few meals of meat if I bite my teeth, so I don’t have the same expectations for the New Year as before.

I’m looking forward to it. But even so, the flavor of the New Year in the countryside is many times stronger than in the city.

There is no school in the village, and the children who go to school in the big villages outside have all gone home for the holidays. Suddenly, it feels like there are more children in the village. It is no longer the world of little brats like Yaya who have not yet gone to school.

Half-grown boys filled every corner of the village. The sound of some firecrackers could also be heard sporadically.

On the morning of the tenth day of the Lunar New Year, the old village chief announced on the loudspeaker: "Attention, villagers, my family will slaughter a pig today. If anyone wants big meat, come and get it in a basin."

Zhang Taiping knew that it was time to kill the New Year pigs. Someone in the village raised pigs. If they didn’t want to sell them to outside dealers, they could wait until the New Year and slaughter them in the village. People in the village would not have to go out to sell the pigs.

They left enough for their own needs and sold them in the village. This is also one of the preserved traditions that reflects the flavor of the New Year.

At this time, the happiest thing in every household is the children. When they hear about which house is killing pigs, they all swarm to that yard. They can watch the process of killing pigs and also wait for their adults to come and weigh the pork.

Zhang Taiping originally asked Cai Yazhi and two people to weigh some pork for him. He would weigh less and eat it for now. It would not be too late to weigh it again when someone kills the pigs. Cai Yazhi felt a little inferior because of her throat.

She rarely interacted with people and usually stayed at home alone doing housework or work in the orchard. Zhang Taiping didn't want her to remain so autistic, so he asked her to go with him to have more contact with the villagers.

When Fan Ming heard that a pig was going to be killed, she clamored to follow him, and Xing Rushui naturally followed suit. Cai Xiaomei was the only one left in the house.

When we arrived at the village chief's house, a large group of people had gathered in the yard. The one who performed the knife was Old Man Qian. He often dealt with livestock and was good at slaughtering livestock. If you think about it carefully, Old Man Qian was a multi-talented person. In his early years,

Worked as a craftsman,

His carpentry skills are also very good. He has been living in the mountains and forests for most of his life, and he has a unique skill in hunting. Now he can play the role of a butcher. He usually looks like an ordinary old man, but who would have thought that he has so many skills.

When Zhang Taiping and his family arrived, Old Man Qian was sharpening his knife. A sharp pig-butchering knife was sharpened so brightly that Gou Neng reflected the light. Wang Gui was holding a basin next to him.

After the knife was sharpened and the people were almost here, Old Man Qian shouted: "Get on the pig!"

The four strong laborers who had been prepared for a long time opened the fence of the pig pen and rushed into the pig pen. The pig may have felt the unusual atmosphere and jumped wildly in the pen, but it could not withstand the crowd. The good thing was carried by four people each.

A fight broke out, and the pig couldn't use any strength in the air and could only howl violently. The sound was unpleasant and harsh. No wonder someone's voice was compared to the sound of killing a pig. It was indeed unpleasant and harsh.

The four people placed the pig on the chopping board in the center of the yard, holding its head in the air and holding down its limbs. Old Man Qian skillfully picked up the bright butcher knife and stabbed the pig's neck, which was still howling. It was unpleasant and harsh.

The sound suddenly stopped, followed by a series of gurgling sounds, and blood spurted down the hole on his neck into the basin that Wang Gui had already connected below.

It seems that this knife is so simple that anyone can do it, but it is not the case. There is knowledge in this knife. It needs to be accurate and fast, and the action must be completed before the pig can react, and the strength must be controlled.

Good. Otherwise, if it gets too big, it will injure other places except the arteries, and the blood will flow from the wound into the inner cavity, which is a waste of pig blood.

It also brings inconvenience to the subsequent treatment; if the wound is small, the bleeding is not thorough, and it takes too long. It is also possible that the bleeding is not clean and the pig is not dead. When it is put in hot water to shed its hair, it jumps out of the boiling water again.

When I came out, a group of people chased me all over the yard. So it seemed like a simple knife, but not everyone could do it.

Zhang Taiping covered little Yaya's eyes to prevent her from seeing this bloody process, which would leave a shadow in the child's heart.

After the blood was completely emptied, four strong laborers lifted it up and threw it into a large pot full of hot water. They boiled it for a while and then used a razor blade to scrape off the hair around it. This pig village

The pig has been raised since the spring of this year until now. It has only been fed with grain or grass. The villagers have not had the consciousness to feed it any kind of feed. Therefore, this pig is really made of porcelain meat, and the hair has been shaved off all over.

Transparent.

After rinsing it twice with water, and then putting it on the chopping board, Old Man Qian began to disembowel him. First, he took out the internal organs and put them in special basins. Then, the knives flew up and down, and the bright knives reflected so brightly that it was difficult to open their eyes.

.manipulation

The whole pig skin was peeled off neatly, revealing the red and white meat inside. Thinking about the delicious pork they would be able to eat after going back, a group of half-grown men couldn't help but stare straight at him.

Look at the meat under Old Man Qian's knife.

Old man Qian pointed four fingers at the village chief. The village chief immediately couldn't smile from ear to ear. The older generation had their own way of judging the quality of pork. This fingering method to measure the thickness of pig fat was used by rural cooperatives in the past.

The most commonly used method. Five fingers is the best, but there are very few pork of this level, followed by four fingers. Now most of the pork fed with feed can reach two fingers, which is good.

The women who were running the house each took a basin, and first went to Wang Gui's place to register how many kilograms they wanted. They didn't give the money first, and then calculated the money after writing it down. The price in the village was 50 cents to 1 yuan cheaper than what was sold outside, but

This is more cost-effective than selling pigs to pig dealers.

Zhang Taiping's family ordered five kilograms of rump meat. This piece of meat is considered the best meat in the pig. Old man Qian quickly divided the pork into the kilograms the villagers wanted with a knife, and there was no difference.

How much? Everyone, you two pounds and I have three pounds. I quickly bought a pig and only left one hind leg, pig brain and some other offal. This hind leg, the village chief

They are kept for their families to eat. There are still many people who have not bought them, but they are not in a hurry. It is estimated that some people will continue to slaughter the pigs tomorrow. Some people have wanted to slaughter the pigs for a long time, but the village chief and his family have not yet slaughtered them. Others

People can't slaughter, and you can't do things across the stove and on the kang. Now that the village chief's family is slaughtering, other people can also slaughter.

Killing a pig for the New Year is also a festive event. The village chief's family will definitely treat guests to dinner today. But they certainly cannot invite everyone in the village. That would not be enough to eat a whole pig. Just invite

Some people with prestige or close to each other. Zhang Taiping was retained, and Cai Yazhi was called by the old aunt.

He went to the kitchen to help, and the old village chief also left Fan Ming and Xing Rushui behind. After all, they were also guests in the village and were going to the banquet. But Fan Ming thought of sitting at the same table with a group of older men.

I felt terrified while drinking from a big bowl, so I quickly took Xing Rushui and followed Cai Yazhi to the kitchen to help.

Today's main course is some offal from the pig we just killed.

Stir-fried pig ears, fattened intestines, and steamed pig tails were eaten as quickly as possible. After finishing the wine, Old Man Qian, coaxed by the village chief and other old men, ran back and brought a jar, which he hid for several years.

Only then did everyone let him go

Finally, braised pork ribs were served, and everyone was full of praise. Zhang Taiping knew without thinking that this was made by Zing Rushui. For the people in the village, if you ask her to make big meat braised radish, cabbage braised vermicelli, this is okay.

Can't do it.

It wasn't until the afternoon that everyone left happily and drunkenly. Zhang Taiping and his party of five also headed home. All the savings on the road had melted away, and there was only snow left in the mountain shade and in places where the sun was basically invisible for a day.

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Fan Ming opened his arms and said: "The life here is so good, the mountains are nice, and the people are nice. I really want to live here forever."

The others all smiled and said nothing. Little Yaya said, "Then you can live in our house forever." Children are always so generous and loyal.

"Aren't you bothered by your aunt?" Fan Ming asked little Yaya.

"No problem." The little girl waved her hands in an imposing manner and said, imitating the lyrics she recently learned on TV, "The door of my house is always open. You can stay as long as you want."

When she got home, Cai Xiaomei had already prepared some food for herself. Children in rural areas have all had experience in cooking, so they can’t say how delicious it is, but living alone at home will never starve to death. Now

She was chatting with her classmates on Penguin on Zhang Taiping's computer. Zhang Taiping glanced at the content of the chat and saw that she was actually introducing the beautiful scenery of the mountain village to her classmates. She heard that her family was going to open a farmhouse, so she started to introduce her to her classmates so early.

It's very popular here.