The Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

The pig blood spurted out at once, Xiaoliang quickly caught it in a basin, and there were a few people applauding and cheering nearby, which made Yang Dongxu feel a little embarrassed while satisfied with his knife.

"You are very good, and veterans are just like this, right?" Xiaowu was playing the supporting role next to him.

Yang's father also looked at his son with a puzzled look. Just looking at this clean and neat action, if you say it is the first time to kill a pig, let alone others, he, as a father, doesn't believe it.

"I went hunting when I traveled to Damao before, and I even used a gun to knock down a wild boar." Yang Dongxu explained with a smile.

Although using a gun and a knife are two different things, they are both killing pigs, and they are killing wild boars, which are much stronger than domestic pigs. So it seems reasonable to have such a neat way of killing pigs.

"Can you really kill wild boars in Damao?" Daliang and others were instantly diverted.

In recent years, people in Yangjia Village have made a lot of money, have their own stable livelihoods, and their families are safe and sound. So now the reason for the whole family to go out is not just the Yang family.

They also often take their family members to travel. Some time ago, Xiaowu took his family members to Harbin to watch the ice sculpture festival and had a good time.

So I can't say that I have visited all the domestic attractions, but it is true that it is a bit boring after so many trips. Especially for men, the romance is not only about machinery but also guns, especially under the premise of gun ban in China, which makes domestic men want to shoot guns.

"Okay, there are professional shooting ranges and professional hunting grounds over there. If you want to choose a good time, I will introduce you to a reliable travel company." Yang Dongxu said with a smile.

As long as you sign up for a regular tour group, it is actually quite good to travel abroad, especially to experience shooting and hunting, which are not easy to get in touch with in China.

Of course, if you insist on going to well-known tourist countries such as the United States and France, and also go to see the high-end attractions promoted by various nephews in textbooks, it will easily become a scene of broken filters.

"That's fine. I'll take my family abroad when I have time." Xiaowu agreed excitedly.

While chatting, his hands were not idle. After the pig's blood came out, he carried it to the earthen pot and boiled it to remove the hair. Because we were going to eat the pig-killing dish, the intestines were quickly processed after the hair was removed and used to make blood sausage.

How to make authentic blood sausage in the Northeast pig-killing dish is not very clear here, but when tourists wanted to experience the pig-killing dish before, someone here asked the chef on the street, so the method of making blood sausage here was told by the chef.

First, use salt water to collect blood, and stir it continuously after collecting to prevent the blood from coagulating. Then cut a piece of pork and beat it into minced meat, add onions, ginger, salt and pepper powder and mix them together, then stuff all of these into the pig intestines and put them in the pot to cook.

There is a special sausage stuffing machine, and Xiaowu and a few others brought the materials, so the blood sausage can be stuffed directly and taken back to cook.

So I don't know if this pig-killing dish is authentic, but it is definitely easy. Basically, except for the effort of catching and pressing the pig, you just need to watch from the side.

"You are busy here first, I will call you when you are done, and sister-in-law will go with you." After the pig cart was cleaned, Xiao Tao rode a tricycle from home, put the meat and pig head into the car, and Xiao Wu greeted him.

It was Xiao Wu who suggested the pig slaughtering dish this time, so we will eat it at his house.

"Okay, I will prepare two cups when the time comes." Yang Dongxu replied with a smile.

But to be honest, the most common activity he does every year when he comes back is drinking. Since he came back, I don't say he drinks every day, but he often drinks twice in three days. Today he drinks at your house, and tomorrow he drinks at my house.

This frequency of drinking continued until New Year's Eve. After the first day of the new year, everyone had to visit relatives and drank a lot, so they stopped. If Yang Dongxu had nothing to do after visiting relatives and hadn't left yet, he would continue to drink at this frequency.

Xiao Wu and his friends left the pig farm and continued to be busy. During this period, Yang's father went to kill a few pigs, but Yang Dongxu didn't go with him. Because they were not from other villages, but from the same village, they came to the pig farm to pick up the pigs and slaughtered them directly, without even moving.

Because there were a few more pig slaughterers, the pig farm was busy until 11 o'clock in the morning. The New Year pigs were slaughtered in the morning and in the morning, and no one slaughtered the New Year pigs in the afternoon.

So after cleaning up here, Yang's father waved his hand and took a group of people to the restaurant. The table was reserved when Zhou Ya went to buy breakfast in the morning, so some time-consuming dishes were already prepared at the restaurant. Not long after we washed our hands and sat down, the dishes were served and we started eating.

No one slaughtered the New Year pigs in the afternoon, and there was no work, plus most of the helpers were men, so there must be a few drinks. Yang Dongxu originally wanted to go to the restaurant to accompany the drinking.

After all, there were so many people coming to help during the New Year, and the red envelopes were red envelopes, but the food and drinks must be accompanied. As a result, before he went there, he was stopped by Xiaowu and a few others.

Not only him, Zhou Ya was also called by Xiao Wu's wives to go over, so three tables were set up at Xiao Wu's house, one for men, one for women, and one for children.

"Nothing to do in the evening, but today we must do it right." Xiao Liang took the wine bottle and became the wine commander.

Yang Dongxu usually doesn't drink, and he only drinks a little, of course, except when he has dinner with Li Yihang and Zhu Hengyi. And this exception naturally includes drinking with Xiao Wu after returning to the village.

"That's right, full, full, full, let's all raise a glass to open the atmosphere." Xiao Tao cheered beside him.

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All the cups were disposable, so if you took one cup or three taels of wine, the wine would be gone. There were eight men sitting at the table, and they couldn't even pour a bottle of wine all the way around, so Xiaoliang opened three bottles at a time. There were six bottles in a box, and each person took a cup and poured it, and it was basically empty. They drank faster than water.

Hearing the noise of the men drinking, the woman sitting at the table next to them didn't ask, and from time to time she went to the kitchen to bring the dishes that were kept warm in the pot, so that the men had a hot dish to eat while drinking. Anyway, it was like this every year, and they were used to it.

As the wine went down one cup after another, the men at the table began to have rosy faces, although the words in their mouths began to change from trivial matters to national affairs, and finally they had to comment on the global situation.

Listening to these men swearing at the table, the children's table had already finished eating and dispersed, and no one knew where they ran to play.

The women at the table have already started to clear the table, and the men at the table are obviously getting into the groove, and I wonder when it will end.

Although I don't know when it will end, it's predictable that something will be discussed in the end.

To sum up, there are a few key points. China is the most awesome, the Americans are hooligans and must be beaten, and even if the little Ben is razed to the ground, it's not enough to vent hatred, and Taiwan is just a naughty child. I don't pay attention to him now because he is still within my tolerance range. If he gets angry one day, I will slap him in the face.