The pig was brought to the school by the agreed pig farmer, one person hooked the pig's mouth with an iron hook, and the other four or five young strong men pulled the pig down on the bench, the pig's two front feet were tied together, and the two hind feet were tied together, so that it could not struggle at all, and then everyone used their strength to hold the pig down, at this time the pig seemed to know that his end was coming, and the mouth was humming and howling, and the pig's body wanted to swing, but the pig's four hooves were off the ground and could not exert their strength, so they could only lie on the bench and howl.

At this time, the butcher stabbed the pig under the neck with a sharp knife to kill the pig, and with a force on his wrist, he inserted the entire sharp knife into it, and even the knife handle went into three centimeters, and then the butcher rotated the knife in his hand and pulled it out violently, and the blood gushed away and flowed into the basin that received the pig's blood below.

The pig struggled to the death, but the more it struggled, the faster the blood flowed, and as the pig blood in the basin increased, the pig gradually lost its strength, and finally the pig's tail was perpendicular to the ground, indicating that the pig had completely died.

Although the scene of killing pigs was a little cruel, Lin Ping couldn't bear to watch it, but the old and young masters of Kushan were tired of watching it, and they laughed one by one, because killing pigs means that there is pork to eat, which is the most instinctive physiological need of the poor public.

Some parents of children were not allowed to come and see the pig killing, but they still sneaked over, and then hid in the crowd to probe their brains, covering their eyes with their hands and not wanting to see the miserable appearance of the pig being killed, but their eyes came out of the gaps in their fingers, which was quite a bit of self-deception.

Want to watch but don't dare to watch, afraid to watch but want to watch, this is the psychological reaction of many rural children to watch the pig killing scene.

One pig after another was pulled over, and the strong man of the pig was replaced by two or three batches, and the butcher who killed the pig killed him with a knife and a blow, fast, accurate, and ruthless, showing the superb pig-killing skills of an excellent old butcher.

Today's Kushan killed twelve pigs, the smell of pig blood permeated the air, so that the people of Kushan were excited, and with the fall of these twelve pigs, the New Year's flavor of Kushan was unprecedentedly strong, and it was also the happiest day of the year for the villagers of Kushan.

"I'm going to buy pig's trotters!"

"I want a pig in the water!"

"Leave me two catties in the pig's large intestine!"

"Pig ears!

There was an uproar in the crowd, and everyone waved red bills in their hands and shouted about the pig parts they wanted, as if they were afraid that they would be robbed by others when they finished speaking.

At this time, the steaming cauldron next to it has boiled a pot of hot water, everyone uses hot water to remove the pigs one by one, and then the butcher disembowels the belly, and the long-awaited fathers and villagers line up to buy pork according to the principle of first come, first served.

From morning to evening, the twelve pigs were basically sold, and the people of Kushan rushed home with the pork in their hands with satisfaction.

"Lao Liu, you are so powerful, you directly made a pig's head?"

"Hehe, that's not it, there are a lot of people in the family, just make a pork home stew, the pig's head meat is delicious." You're not bad, how many pounds of ribs have you bought?"

"Ten pounds of pork ribs!"

On the way, the villagers who knew each other happily showed off their achievements to each other, and the pork in their hands represented that this year's Kushan was a happy and prosperous year.

They have never been so arrogant, they used to buy pork for one pound or two catties, how could they ever dare to buy a whole pig's head, and buy ten catties of pork ribs at a time.

For the elders and villagers of Kushan, the most popular is neither pork ribs nor lean tenderloin, but big fat and pork belly, and mountain people and farmers in poor living conditions and economically underdeveloped areas prefer to buy big fat meat full of oil and water.

Fatty meat can be bought to refine oil, and the pork stir-fry is particularly fragrant for them, not comparable to soybean oil and peanut oil. The fat meat has a lot of oil and water, which can satisfy the satisfaction of the big guy who can't eat much oil and water all year round.

What's more, fatty meat is cheap.

In addition to fatty meat, the villagers' favorite is pig water, what pig intestine, pig heart, pig liver, pig lungs, and then pig trotters, pig head, the most unpopular may be lean meat.

So when the fathers and villagers of Kushan divided up the twelve pigs, the rest were some lean and good meat, Feng Chunxiu finished cleaning up the last pork and said with some complaints: "Why is there no fat left." ”

Today, there is no doubt that it is the most lively day of the year in the Kushan area, and it may even be the most lively day in more than ten years or decades, that night, the whole Kushan is wafting with a rich aroma of meat, in which you can smell the aroma of fried meat, the aroma of stewed meat, the aroma of steamed meat, and the aroma of various vegetables mixed with meat.

Chungkook hopes that the same is true at the school, where a table is almost full of meat dishes, so that everyone can have a good meal.

Wang Xinming said happily: "It's not the New Year yet, and the food here is already even better than the New Year." ”

Then he couldn't help but flatteringly said: "Chunxiu's craftsmanship is good, I didn't say it, this pork was made by Chunxiu like this, it was really better than the dragon meat in the sky." ”

Then, Wang Xinming picked up a piece of fried tenderloin and put it in Liu Qingmei's bowl through a person, and said with a smile: "Qingmei, try your mother's fried pork tenderloin, you see it is fresh yellow, crispy, strong, and delicious." ”

"Thank you, Uncle Xinming," Liu Qingmei smiled a little awkwardly and said, "I can reach it, you don't need to serve me vegetables, you can eat it yourself." ”

At this time, Feng Chunxiu came out with two plates of dishes, Wang Xinming stood up and said, "Chunxiu, don't do it anymore, you can sit down and eat, otherwise the dishes will be cold." ”

Feng Chunxiu glanced at Wang Xinming angrily: "It's twenty-seven, and there are two days left for the New Year, why don't you go back to celebrate the New Year with your parents in school?"

Wang Xinming smiled "hehe" and said: "Don't be in a hurry, I'll go into the mountains tomorrow to my parents, this is not Chunxiu, the food you cook is delicious, I want to stay a few more days to eat some of the food you cooked." ”

Looking at Wang Xinming's appearance, although Lin Ping was silent on the surface, he had actually noticed something in his heart, after all, Wang Xinming's flattering appearance was the appearance of a licking dog alive.

After eating, Wang Xinming said to Liu Qingmei, who was helping her mother clean up the table and wash the dishes in the kitchen: "Qingmei, your Teacher Lin is rarely back, you can quickly take your sister Yuejun to talk to Teacher Lin, and I will help you wash the dishes." ”

Liu Qingmei glanced at Wang Xinming, who was smiling, shook her head helplessly, sighed in her heart, and after thinking about it, she stood up and walked out.

After Wang Xinming drove Liu Qingmei away, he hurriedly stood beside Feng Chunxiu with a smile: "Chunxiu, I bought you a New Year's gift." ”