The Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

Others stayed in the courtyard, and Yang Dongxu followed them into the car. It was the first time that Yang's father helped others to kill the New Year pig. Although he knew people in the surrounding villages, Yang Dongxu was a little worried about driving alone in the middle of the night, so he asked Yang's mother to rest at home and he followed Yang's father.

Yang's mother did not stay in the courtyard, but returned to the pig farm. Although she was not allowed to do the work of handling the pigs and hired many helpers, she had to go and help people sort out which New Year pig each household had.

Especially after the pig was processed, it was not just meat, but the pig head and various internal organs had to be put together for people to take. This job was not tiring but complicated and had to be sorted out. Otherwise, not to mention that someone was missing a bunch of intestines, or pig stomachs, or even a pig kidney, it would not be a good thing, right?

After all, this was a New Year pig and it had nothing to do with money. Since they killed the whole New Year pig, they hoped to take it home alive. In short, in addition to the pig hair, it would be unsightly if a few pig teeth were missing.

After watching the car leave, Zhou Ya asked Zhuo Qing'er and Yang Wenchen to go back to the house to sleep. If they couldn't sleep, they could play with their phones instead of standing in the yard. It was really cold.

She didn't rest. She first took the pig blood into the kitchen and put it away. Then she took a coat of Yang Dongxu and put it on. Yang Dongxu's coat was much bigger than her body and could wrap her whole body in it.

She walked back and forth in the yard and waited for more than ten minutes. There was indeed no wind today, so she didn't care about the incense that was still burning. First, move the altar into the living room.

The tribute included whole chickens and whole fish, which were prepared in advance yesterday. Fruits and other things didn't matter. These meats were placed in the yard and were easily taken away by night cats that smelled the smell.

So it was safer to move it into the house. After doing these, the lights in the living room and the yard did not need to be turned off and they would be lit until dawn.

It was much warmer inside. Zhou Ya took off Yang Dongxu's coat and held it in her arms. She went to her son's room and found that he was not there. She turned around and saw that the light in the study was on.

Zhou Ya walked over and opened the door. She saw that not only Yang Wenchen was there, but Zhuo Qing'er was also there. The two were playing an arcade battle game on the computer.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Wenchen looked back and turned back to find that he had been attacked by Zhuo Qing'er several times in the game. Just when he was about to fight back, Zhuo Qing'er took a big move and knocked him out directly.

"You are cheating and attacking!" Yang Wenchen shouted immediately.

"Bullshit, this is called war is not too shabby. Who distracted you?" Zhuo Qing'er said righteously.

"Don't swear in front of the child." Zhou Ya scolded.

Seeing that the heating in the study was turned on and the temperature was rising, it was not cold. I didn't bother to care about the two people and closed the door and prepared to go back to sleep for a while.

When she closed the door, Yang Wenchen shouted in dissatisfaction from inside the room, "This one doesn't count as another one."

"If you come again, I'm not afraid of you. Let me tell you, you weren't even born when I played this game. This is only on the computer. If it was on the arcade, I would beat you all with one Yashin."

Dad Yang drove to the pig farm. Here, the 100-jin incense sticks had already burned three layers. It had obviously been burning for a while. Dad and Mom Yang got up early. Not far from the incense sticks were red firecrackers.

A little further away was a canvas shed. Three large iron pots were already burning under the shed. So even in the cold night, the people under the shed didn't feel cold because of the burning of the three earthen pots.

"Dongxu is up too." Seeing Yang Dongxu coming down from the car, the people under the shed smiled and greeted him, and two people came over to help lift the newly slaughtered New Year pig down and put it into a large pot where the water was boiling.

"Well, you're up, fourth uncle. Follow my dad to kill the pig later." Yang Dongxu smiled and greeted him.

He also took out the cigarettes he had prepared in advance from his pocket, opened them and distributed them to the people under the shed, and lit one himself.

A few people followed Yang's father into the pig pen to catch the pigs and tie them up. Yang Dongxu wanted to help but was pulled back by someone, "Don't go over if there are not enough people. The pig pen is dirty."

Yang Dongxu smiled and said nothing. He watched them scald the pigs to remove the hair while chatting with them.

When the hair of the pig was shaved off and the belly was cut open, the others had clear division of labor. Some went to clean the pig intestines, and some took a flamethrower to clean the remaining hair on the pig head and trotters.

Yang's father's small truck drove out of the pig pen, which was already loaded with six big fat pigs. Yang Yi greeted the busy workers and distributed a circle of cigarettes before getting on his father's car.

"Which village are we going to first?"

"Zhangzhuang." Yang's father replied, and then glanced at the cigarette in Yang Dongxu's mouth.

Yang Dongxu took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it into his father's mouth and lit it up, his eyesight was full.

"How many villages do we have to go to for 6 pigs?" Yang Dongxu closed the window next to him. After the car speeded up, the wind outside was howling and very cold. As for the smell of smoke in the car, the two men didn't care about it at all.

"There are several villages, one village is not enough to kill, if the car is not small, at least three pigs should be pulled. There are also two families who want to kill their own pigs." Yang's father had a cigarette in his mouth, which did not affect his speech at all.

"Zhangzhuang is not big, so there are so many people killing pigs for the New Year?"

"What does killing pigs for the New Year have to do with the size of the village? Life has been getting better and better in recent years, so people are enthusiastic about killing pigs for the New Year and it's face-saving. If it weren't for the fact that there are too many pigs killed in one village and the meat is not easy to sell, I guess every family would kill pigs!"

In this way, we chatted all the way and soon arrived at Zhangzhuang. Dad Yang was very familiar with this village and made a phone call before setting off, so he didn’t need to look for it after entering the village. He went directly to the door where the lights were on. forward.

"Here you go, Lao Yang! Hey, when did Dongxu come back?"

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"I just came back two days ago, come and smoke." Yang Dongxu smiled and prepared to smoke.

"We're at my door. How can I smoke your cigarette? Come smoke mine. Don't think it's bad."

"Smoking is fine if you have cigarettes. How can you still dislike cigarettes? My dad and I have smoked unfiltered cigarettes before." Yang Dongxu responded with a smile, took the cigarette from the other person's hand and lit it directly. Put the lighter to the other person's mouth and help him light his cigarette.

This time, the smile on the other party's face became even thicker. After all, there weren't many in Zhangcun who could get enough of Yang Dongxu to light up a cigarette.

"Lao Zhang, come here and take a look at the pig to see if it's the one you picked." Father Yang also lit a cigarette and said hello.

"It's all marked, how could it be wrong? Don't look at it, just drag it out. I've already lit the incense, let's fire it up now. I know you're busy and I won't waste your time."

Yang's father, Lao Zhang, is obviously 100% assured. After all, where does the Yang family's reputation and family business lie? They can't do stupid things like secretly trading pigs. The little money they make is not enough to embarrass the Yang family.

Besides, if Father Yang hadn’t become addicted to killing pigs soon after he learned how to kill pigs, how could he have hired Father Yang to kill the New Year pig for him.

"Come and take a look. Is the number 11 correct?" Although the other party gave him face, Father Yang still said hello and took a look at the car with his flashlight.

The first one represents the first village to kill the New Year pig, and the second number 1 means the first family. Father Yang even remembers it clearly in his little notebook.

Lao Zhang glanced at it casually, obviously not looking at it seriously, but he said: "That's right, that's it. The child brought the basin over to catch the pig's blood, and Da Mao went to set off the cannon."