Because of this incident, the relationship between Chen Fei's family and the uncle's family is also a little awkward. Over time, the relationship between the two families gradually improved.

He Qingquan also felt that Chen Fei ignored him, so he didn't look bored anymore and talked to Chen Fei.

Chen Fei also chatted with the second sister about the second brother-in-law, and they chatted for a while. The pig killer came, and the uncle welcomed the pig killer in. Chen Fei looked at him, he didn't want to be a butcher at all. Everyone has the impression that the butcher has a horizontal face and a long scar, and he is tall and fat.

And although this person is not low in height, his body is not fat at all. There are no crosses and scars on his face, he is still very thin, and he doesn't look so arrogant. If Chen Fei saw him outside, he would definitely not associate him with the profession of butcher.

The pig killer had just sat down for a while, when someone ran in and said that the water was boiling and the pig could be killed.

The pig killer didn't delay any longer, and walked out the door. When he arrived at the door, he took a small bamboo basket with knives, axes, and other tools needed to kill pigs.

The people in the yard are all there, and killing pigs is a hard job. If there are fewer people, the pig cannot be held down.

The uncle took everyone to the pigsty, and the pig killer gave an iron hook to a young man and said, "The pigsty is too small, you can take the hook out of the pig hook first, and we will start it." ”

Chen Qian was a little afraid that she didn't even come out of the door, but Chen Fei was not afraid. I was still a little curious, so I ran to the pigsty and looked lively. Uncle Chen Fei's pigs are all big white pigs, and the three pigs are about the same size in two pens, with more than 200 catties. The three pigs, all white, looked at everyone in horror.

Without saying a word, the young man with the hook jumped into the pigsty, and the pigs in the pigsty probably knew that nothing good was going on, so they retreated to the corner and snorted at the boy.

The boy took the iron hook and gestured, and the pig shook his head for fear of being caught by the hook.

"Be careful, don't hurt yourself. Chen Fei's uncle said when he saw this.

The guy in the pigsty nodded without speaking. Just when the man and the pig were in a stalemate, the guy took the lead in attacking. A hook was hooked under the pig's neck, and the pig screamed. Then another guy jumped down from the wall and grabbed the pig's tail.

The guy who grabbed the pig's tail lifted the pig up with all his might, and the pig's two hind legs were suspended in the air.

The two of them worked together to get the pig out of the pigsty, and when they got out of the pigsty, three young men helped pull the pig to the table.

Pulled to the side of the table, the two of them pulled up their legs one after the other. Together, they put the pig on the table. The pig struggled vigorously, and everyone worked together to press the pig there. After taking the hook, the pig's head swinged violently, and its head was raised back as if to bite. When the guy put the hook down, he grabbed the pig's ear and pulled it down.

At this time, the pig killer came over with a knife in his hand, and the hand that did not hold the knife touched the pig's neck, and then pressed the pig's head with one hand, and took the long knife with one hand and stabbed it vigorously at the place where the hand was just now. Suddenly, the sound of the pig turned into a whirring sound, and the pig killer pulled the distant basin closer with one hand. As the long knife slowly drew out, the pig's blood flowed into the basin.

"Let go of your legs. The pig killer shouted. The guys who were pulling the pork leg let go of the pork leg. The big fat pig seemed to have exhausted its last strength, and after a few hard kicks on its legs, it ended the short pig life......

When the pig's blood was no longer flowing out, the pig killer scooped out the blood foam in the basin with his hands, and the aunt took the basin away. When I got back to the kitchen, I poured some salt into it and I was able to make a dish.

Here the pig was placed on a table, and everyone added water to a large wooden bucket. The pig killer kept putting his hand in to feel whether the water temperature was suitable or not, and then instructed everyone to go to hot or cold water.

The water in this bucket should not be too hot, otherwise it will burn the pigskin. It can't be too cold to keep the hair from coming down. There is also the need for more or less water in the bucket, depending on the size of the pig.

It didn't take long for the pig killer to stop the bucket from filling the vat with water. The pig killer instructed everyone to carry the pig into the vat. Everyone put the pig in the vat, and after soaking the pig side in the bucket, they turned over the hot water side of the pig and carried it on the side of the vat. And they took the stone brought by the master of the pig slaughter and rubbed it on the pig, and as soon as the stone passed over it, the hair fell off. If you encounter a place that cannot be wiped off, you can use a small basin to pour a little hot water in a bucket and then wipe it with a stone. After a while, the hair on one side of the pig is cleaned, and the other side is turned over and continued.

After the hair is cleaned, the pig is hung on the rack that has been built. The pig killer made a small opening in the pig's belly with a knife, and then stabbed it through the small hole with a wooden stick.