As soon as they entered the drying field, Mo Sheng's parents saw everything fresh, the two of them were pearl locals, and they were both from the old city before, where had they seen such a big scene of pig killing, as long as they didn't live in the slaughterhouse, today's meeting is estimated to feel fresh.

Not to mention these two people, even Bian Rui feels fresh, in the past, there were five or six pigs on the drying field, and there were less than ten in a good year, but today there are at least twenty pigs in the drying field, such as Bian Rui's pigs are small, and other people's pigs are one or two circles bigger than Bian Rui's family.

"Little Nineteen, you can't feed this pig!" Uncle Sixteen stood next to his pig, looked at Bian Rui and said with a smile.

"I'm better at a bite of lean meat, so I'll naturally be thinner," Bian Rui replied with a disapproving smile.

Uncle Sixteen said: "This pig is really not delicious, it has to be semi-fat and thin, to be fattened a month or two in advance before killing, it is better to feed a little bad grain or something, you see our pigs, it is better than your pork." If you don't believe it, you'll kill our two Bibi?"

Bian Rui shook his head and replied simply: "No, it's boring."

"Is it okay to have a colorful head?" said Uncle Sixteen again.

Bian Rui still shook his head: "It's still not comparable, why do you have to compare with me during the Chinese New Year."

Bian Rui was a little confused.

"Your sixteenth uncle made a bet with me just now, saying that your pigs are definitely not as delicious as his, nineteen, you kid dare to lose to me, I want you to look good!"

Bian Rui turned his head and saw that the fourth uncle was smiling at him, next to the fourth uncle, there was a big black pig, about two hundred catties, slightly larger than the pig of Bian Rui's family.

"Are you two idle?" Bian Rui felt a little speechless, okay, you can kill your own pigs, why do you want to bet on your own pigs.

What Bian Rui didn't know was that Si Bo now had a kind of blind confidence in what Bian Rui had come up with, just like his son Xiao Seventeen. A group of people are waiting here to kill the pigs, and when they are idle, they will naturally chat, and they don't know how to drop, so the two of them talked about whose pigs are good this year.

The fourth uncle thought that the pigs of Bian Rui's family must be the best, but the sixteenth uncle was not happy, the whole village used to be the best pigs raised by him, and now he suddenly heard the fourth brother say that his nephew raised pigs well, how could he be convinced, so the two brothers began to bet while talking.

Hearing this roughly process, Bian Rui said in his heart: You guys are really idle!

"Our pigs are not as good as the pigs of Uncle Sixteen, and my pigs are raised by two apprentices, and it is rare for me to feed them a few times," Bian Rui said.

Everyone knows this, Bian Rui's two apprentices are responsible for raising pigs.

The feed for this pig also comes from the results of the practice of the two apprentices, especially Jinglu, who feeds the pigs with all the cut melons and vegetables that practice knife skills every day.

Other pigs still eat some leftovers, and sometimes they eat some rice bran or something, but Bian Rui's pigs eat either vegetables or tuber plants in the field, and they have almost never been fed concentrate, and it is a small miracle to grow like this in the eyes of many villagers.

Anyone who has raised pigs knows that pigs that only eat vegetables will not grow fat, because there is no sugar in the dishes, or they cannot borrow a large amount of starch to convert pigs into sugar and then grow fat. If you want pig fat, you have to fatten, and the easiest way to fatten is to let the pig move less and feed a lot of grain every day, so that the pig will naturally get fat.

Let the pigs run all over the mountain, exercise and feed the grains at the same time, so that every fat part of the pigs, although it is said that it has to spend twice the concentrate in captivity, but the meat quality is not comparable to the captivity, the good meat fed, the muscles can be seen with the naked eye a grain of white fat grains, this is the most beautiful pork.

"I won't know until the meat is killed," Uncle Sixteen was not so praised by Bian Rui.

Bian Rui sighed in his heart, the younger generation is the younger generation, and he can't breathe a lot, like the elders betting on this matter, Bian Rui retorted that no one was right, so he had to shut up honestly, and looked around by the way, to see where there was fun, and he was better.

At this time, there were already two cauldrons on the drying field, and the diameter of the cauldron was about one meter two, and if it wasn't for the boiling water in it, an adult would be able to squat in and take a bath.

There are a few old men burning the fire next to the cauldron, all of them are from Bian Village, and they are all Bian Rui's cousins, all of whom are about fifty years old, and there are two wooden shelves next to each pot, and now there is a pig on each shelf, and a few small workers brought over by a small knifeman, two small workers are shaving pig hair with a scraper, and the rest is pouring hot water on the pig.

The smell is not too good, the hot water directly stimulates the stench on the pig's body, and it can be smelled within a radius of more than ten meters.

"It smells terrible!"

Mo Sheng's mother directly covered her nose.

"That's good. Have you ever seen the smell of pigs in captivity when they were killed, and they could stink for a mile in the wind."

I don't know when Bian Rui's little cousin appeared here, and he opened his mouth and talked to Mo Sheng's mother about the taste of killing pigs in the past.

As a cook, Bian Rui has to get used to this kind of taste, so this little taste is nothing to Bian Rui, and Bian Rui is now looking at the meat quality of the pig in front of him.

Although they are all pigs raised in the village, the pigs fed by each family are still a little different, which may not be tasted in general, but for the old gourmets, the difference is big.

The pig in front of me is fat enough, but the fat is a little too much, look at the spatula on the belly, the whole pig's belly is a little trembling slightly, at a glance, you know that it is full of lard.

Bian Rui looked at it for a while, and saw that Xiaogong had already scraped the pig clean, and the original black pig had been scraped into a big pink white pig.

"Master!"

Xiao Gong took a closer look, and when he looked up, he called out to the master who was smoking a cigarette on the side.

This master Bian Rui also knows and has watched him kill pigs since he was a child. It's just that he was only in his thirties at that time, he was in the prime of life, and now he is in his fifties, and his waist is a little bent.

The old man came over without saying a word, directly pinched his waist, took out a short knife of about twenty centimeters from his waist and eyes, and pulled it on his stomach so lightly.

While the old man was pulling, the two little workers had already put the wooden basin that had been prepared long ago under the pig's belly.

The knife was opened, and the old man pulled it directly, and the entire pig's internal organs fell into the basin.

The old man did not stop there, and began to unload the pig's head, shaved the lymphatic flesh, and then unloaded the pig's feet.

I saw the old man's blades flying wildly, and a short knife in his hand flew up and down like a butterfly, and it seemed that he didn't use any strength to divide a pig into more than a dozen pieces.

"Wow!"

Mo Sheng's parents were shocked when they saw it.

Mo Sheng's father said: "I suddenly remembered a text I learned before, which was about killing pigs, and the description was very wonderful. I thought it was the nonsense of the person who wrote it, but now it seems that the real craftsmanship is much more wonderful than what is written in the book."

"What Ding kills cows, right?" asked Mo Sheng's mother.

"Yes, yes, that's it!" Mo Sheng's father replied.

Bian Rui's little cousin couldn't listen to it at this time, but he was a guest, and he was okay with it once, and it was not a way of hospitality. So the kid lowered his head and whispered: "Cook Ding and solve the cow."

Mo Sheng's parents were all focused on the little knife hand, and they didn't hear anyone correct the name of their text. The two of them are praising the kung fu of the knife hand.

After about five or six minutes, the knife hand had killed the pig and walked towards the two of them.

"Your craftsmanship is really good!" Mo Sheng's father gave the knife hand a thumbs up.

The little knife hand said politely: "It's nothing, the little trick in the countryside, you make pocket money for the family, you two are not from this village, right?"

Bian Rui laughed secretly in his heart at this time: This is also a vain person, I heard that the two of them praised their craftsmanship, and when they were busy, they came over immediately to harvest a sense of worship, if it was really nothing, you old arms and legs don't go to sit on the small chair over there, cover a leather jacket on your legs, and run here Rui to make up which door is lively.

"No, we're here for the New Year," Mo Sheng said.

"Oh, that's good, it's fashionable for city people to run to the countryside now," Knifeman laughed.

At this moment, the young man who had just gone out to chase the pig came back, not only did he come back, but he also pulled back the pig that had just run with a knife in his neck with a cart.

When the old man saw the young man, he said coldly: "You scrape this pig alone! If you kill a pig, you can kill the pig, what kind of pig are you killing?"

The young man lowered his head and pulled the cart to the side of the cauldron without saying a word, and began to unload the pig himself, and, with the help of his companions, put the pig on the pig killing stool, and poured hot water on himself to scald the pig's hair, and scraped it vigorously with a scraper.

"You are so strict with your apprentices," Mo Sheng's mother asked.

The old man smiled: "He is my apprentice and my son, young people should be stricter, and they will endure the hardships in my place, and after they get outside, others will not be able to find any major problems, as long as they are diligent in these years, it is not a problem to make a living." I'm afraid that once the child goes to society, he won't know anything, he can't do anything, but he still has a problem with his whole body, and he thinks how he feels!

"Yes, yes!"

Mo Sheng's parents nodded immediately, they were really supportive of the old man's reasoning, they had just listened to some parenting experts' chicken soup for the soul before, and they didn't have much time to take care of Mo Sheng, so they almost raised their own son. In the end, I met Bian Rui, otherwise it would not take long. The two of them went to the detention center of the pearl to watch their son.

Bian Rui stood for a while, a little unable to stand, because Mo Sheng's father and the little knife hand actually had a feeling of hating each other, which made Bian Rui hang a few black lines on his forehead.

Bian Rui just moved his foot here, and suddenly heard a bear roar, and when he looked closely, the two bastards Xiong Da and Xiong Er rolled towards the drying field like two big meat balls.