The Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

Winter nights are extremely cold, especially these two days when the snow just happened to melt.

Yang Dongxu got up at around 2 a.m., and not only did he get up, Zhou Ya also got up. After that, I don’t know whether it was because they heard the noise or because they set the alarm clock yesterday when they said they would get up in the morning, Zhuo Qing’er and Yang Wenchen, who were sleeping in the other two rooms, also got up.

After getting up, he washed up first, and looked at his son Yang Dongxu who had already gotten up and shouted, "Go to the house and move the firecrackers out to set them off later."

"Which plate of firecrackers?"

"The biggest one! Bring out another box of fireworks, the biggest ones." Yang Dongxu said.

Among the New Year’s goods, firecrackers and fireworks are definitely the most indispensable things. Under normal circumstances, the Yang family will prepare six boxes of fireworks and two large plates of firecrackers, seven pieces of fire paper, and several small plates of firecrackers and small hanging firecrackers.

One of the large plates of firecrackers is set off when slaughtering pigs today, and the other is set off when making dumplings when getting up in the early morning of the first day of the new year.

There are two in a box of fireworks, both of which are the kind of large fireworks that have 100 shots each. Now, two are set off when slaughtering pigs, and eight are set off during the Chinese New Year. After the New Year's Day, when it gets light, we go to worship our ancestors, that is, we go to the graves in the fields, and we will set two on the graves of our great grandfather and great grandmother.

"Okay!" Yang Wenchen responded and ran into the house to move the cannons and fireworks.

Zhuo Qing'er, who came out of the house, asked, "What should I do?"

"Go move the table to the yard, and then put the offerings on it." Yang Dongxu said.

As he spoke, he and Zhou Ya carried 100 kilograms of incense and put it in the yard. After putting the incense, Zhou Ya went to help Zhuo Qing'er put the offerings, and Yang Dongxu took out a piece of solid alcohol and put it on the incense and started to light it.

Now it is very convenient to light incense with this solid alcohol, unlike before when you need to light the burning firewood little by little, and if the fire on the firewood is small, you have to burn it again for half a day before it is good.

Now it is much more convenient, just light the solid alcohol and put it on the incense, and people just need to watch it by the side. Yang Dongxu was lighting incense when the sound of a car came from the gate.

Yang Dongxu hurried to open the gate, and his father drove a small truck and turned around at the gate and drove in. Yang's mother also got out of the car. Seeing Yang Wenchen coming out of the house with a plate of cannons, she hurried forward to touch Wenchen's hand to see if it was cold. "Why did Xiaoguai get up? It's cold outside. Come in quickly."

"I'm not cold. I want to help grandpa and grandma kill pigs." Yang Wenchen said.

"Oh! My Xiaoguai has grown up and can help kill pigs." Yang's mother praised with a smile on her face, and Yang's father also smiled.

Yang Dongxu next to him rolled his eyes. The stinky boy was just moving cannons and fireworks to help. He was busy moving incense and opening the door, but his parents seemed to have not seen him.

"Mom and Dad are here." Zhou Ya came out of the house with tributes and greeted.

"Mom and Dad." Zhuo Qing'er, who came out with Zhou Ya, also shouted.

"Yeah, yeah, are you ready?" Yang's mother responded.

"Everything is ready."

"Okay, where is the basin?" Yang's mother asked.

When slaughtering a pig, you need a clean basin to collect the pig's blood.

"It's ready, I'll get it in the kitchen." Zhou Ya put the tribute on the table and walked to the kitchen.

"Get a small half bucket of warm water and sprinkle half a handful of salt to dissolve it." Yang's mother instructed.

"Got it."

After putting the tribute on the table in order, Wen Chen had already spread a large plate of firecrackers on the ground.

"Why are you still standing there stupidly? Come to help, do you want your mother to help press it?" Seeing that everything was ready, Yang's father glared at Yang Dongxu who was doing nothing on the side.

OK! He didn't say a word when he was praising me, but he was the first person he thought of when he was working.

When they arrived at the rear compartment, the rear compartment tailgate was opened, and the two of them worked together to drag the trapped pig out of the compartment. They didn't drag all of them out, but only dragged out some of the pig's head to facilitate bleeding later.

In the past, when slaughtering pigs in the countryside, they would use a door panel or other large wooden boards with a long bench under them, and several strong laborers would press the pigs on the boards to kill them.

Now, Yang's father's way of slaughtering pigs is more labor-saving. He would tie up the pigs in advance and throw them on the truck. He didn't need several people to hold them together, nor did he need to find door panels and benches. The height of the small truck compartment was just right, and he could kill them directly on the truck.

The big fat pig that was dragged out seemed to feel that its death was coming and let out a sharp howl. Yang Dongxu held the pig's ear with one hand and pressed the pig's neck with the other hand to keep the pig's head as empty as possible to prevent it from moving.

"My dear grandson, set off firecrackers." Yang's father held the other pig's ear with one hand and held a sharp knife with the other hand and shouted to Yang Wenchen who was not far away.

"Hey!" Yang Wenchen's eyes lit up and he nodded suddenly. He took the windproof lighter and started to set off firecrackers. After setting off the firecrackers, he went to set off fireworks.

Zhou Ya was holding a basin of warm salt water and was about to come over to collect the blood, but was stopped by Yang Ma, "I'll collect it, don't let the blood splash on you."

Zhou Ya didn't struggle, and since Yang's father had learned how to butcher pigs, Yang Ma had experience in collecting blood, so she gave the basin to Yang Ma, but she didn't leave. Instead, she stood in a place that was not in the way and stretched her head to look over here.

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Although it was not the first time to watch a pig being slaughtered, every time I encountered this moment, I couldn't help but stretch my head to take a look. Zhuo Qing'er, who was hiding behind Zhou Ya with a bit of fear on her face, couldn't help but stretch her head to look over here.

The crackling sound of firecrackers covered the howling of the New Year pig. The sharp little knife in Yang's father's hand directly cut the aorta in the neck of the New Year pig, and the pig blood spurted out at once and was caught steadily by Yang's mother in a basin.

In rural areas, some people use sharp knives to directly cut the aorta in the neck of the pig to bleed, like Yang's father did. There are also experienced pig butchers who directly stab into the heart of the New Year pig with one knife, and there are also those who use the kind of big sharp knife that is 30 to 40 centimeters long to aim and push the end to stab in.

However, no matter which method of killing pigs is used, the purpose is only one, that is, to bleed as much as possible so that the pork will taste good.

After Yang's father cut the New Year pig, the body first paused, and as the blood spurted out of the neck, it began to struggle violently. Yang Dongxu quickly used his arms to press half of his body on the pig.

After ten seconds, the struggling New Year pig's body strength was quickly drained as the blood spurted out, and the strength of the violent struggle gradually became weaker and weaker, turning into unnatural convulsions.

After a while, it was completely motionless, and the blood on the neck changed from gushing to flowing, and finally to flowing slowly.

At this time, Yang's father signaled Yang Dongxu to shake and squeeze the neck of the New Year pig, trying to let as much blood as possible flow out of the neck. In the end, the fat pig weighing more than 200 pounds received more than half a basin of pig blood.

After the firecrackers ended, the yard suddenly became quiet. After the pig blood stopped flowing, Yang's mother took a few steps back with the basin and handed it to Zhou Ya, "Okay, close the door and go back to sleep. Put the pigs in the pig farm first and bring them over at dawn."

"Everyone is up, I'll go over to help." Zhou Ya said.

"I'll go too!" Zhuo Qing'er said immediately.

"No need to go! The pig farm has hired people to do the pig's internal organs and intestines. They are often quick, and you can't do it well if you haven't done it before. Go back to sleep. It's quite cold." Yang's mother said.

"Grandma, I won't sleep. I want to follow and help." Yang Wenchen ran over.

"I'm not busy asking you to help me, go back to sleep. If you can't sleep, just watch the incense burning." Yang Dongxu said.

"It's cold today and there's no wind. Why are you watching the incense burning?" Father Yang glanced at Yang Dongxu, "My dear grandson, go to sleep first. We can go to the pig farm to play when it's daybreak. Grandpa will go to kill pigs first to earn money to buy you firecrackers to play with."