Chapter 416: The Whole Pig Feast (Page 1/1)

"Brother Fan, if you want to kill pigs, do you want the owner to find a skilled pig killer?" Zhou Shizong next to him reminded.

He raised his mouth, Zhang Fan patted his head and said, "This pig is there, but there are no tools to kill the pig killer?" That, Shizong and Shengwu, you two go to find someone to help and prepare well." ”

Soon, the news that Zhang Fan was going to kill the pig spread all over Yangyizhuang, and the villagers were all excited.

Zhang Fan, the big boss's pig, is going to be slaughtered, and without saying a word, he will take out one to treat everyone, so generous, how can they be embarrassed to sit and wait to eat?

As soon as Yang Mao, the old farmer, heard that Zhang Fan was going to kill the pig, he immediately instructed the women in the village to take pots and shovels, bring firewood, pots and pans and barrels, and wait until the pig farm to boil water and make all preparations. I also asked for help from a pig killer who has more than 20 years of experience in killing pigs in the village and never kills pigs.

After the preparations were in place and the personnel were in place, Zhou Shizong, Zhuo Shengwu and three or four other villagers walked into the pig house, covered the head of a pig with a woven bag, tied one leg, dragged the pig's tail, pushed the pig's body, and rushed to the outside of the pig farm.

Probably knowing that his life was imminent, the pink pig kept struggling, trying to break free from the control of the two-legged beasts in front of him, and let out one after another of terrible, sharp, piercing screams, which spread from the sharp-beaked col to the head of the village, so frightened that the women present hurriedly covered their ears with their hands and looked elsewhere.

No matter how loud it screams and how wronged it is, it will be difficult for a pig to defeat five or six strong men with a dozen hands. After struggling for only ten minutes, they held him down and carried him onto the board.

Then, Zhou Shizong took off the woven bag, tied the pig's mouth with a hemp rope to prevent it from dying, opened his mouth to bite people, and asked the villagers to work together to tie the pig.

Seeing a large number of shiny knives on the table not far from the desk, including long knives, short knives, chopping knives, bone choppers, razor knives, iron hooks, etc., Zhang Fan silently mourned the pig who was about to die in his heart: "Look at how sharp the guy brought by this pig killer, your pain will end soon, go with peace of mind." ”

I saw that after the pig killer washed his hands, one leg knelt on the pig, one hand moved the pig's chin and forcefully broke it back to protrude out of the throat, and then one hand held a sharp knife and inserted it directly into the major artery in the pig's neck, flipped it over and pulled it out, and the blood immediately flowed out with the knife.

Fortunately, this pig killer has quick eyes and superb knife skills, and a knife makes the pig breathe, and the tense nerves of the onlookers are relaxed. Otherwise, if the knife is not good, and if you have to insert a few more knives, how much will the pig suffer?

Therefore, in the past, there was a tradition of killing a pig and avoiding a second knife, so as not to kill one more knife, the pig would suffer one more sin, and the butcher would also be regarded as a sin.

Some villagers had already brought buckets to catch the pig's blood, and when the blood was slowly draining, the pig-killing man shouted, "Take the pig's blood away, and then bring the boiling hot water." ”

Hearing this, the woman next to her immediately scooped boiling water from a large iron pot into a large basin, filled it and let people carry it to the desk. Then, the pig killer splashed the boiling water on the pig with a water ladle and began to scald and shave the pig's hair.

More than ten minutes later, the pig killer shaved the pig hair to nothing, and said: "Boss Zhang, your pig is a little different, the pig hair is thick and long, and it is estimated that there are one or two catties when put away and dried." If no one wants it, give it to me, it's a pity to throw it away, it's worth a dozen or twenty dollars here. ”

"Okay, if you don't bother, take it. "The first time Zhang Fan saw someone interested in pig hair, he was also very simple.

After washing, the pig killer skillfully disembowels and cleans the internal organs. If an inexperienced person accidentally breaks some of the internal organs, the pork may become "special flavor". Therefore, the master of the knife must be experienced, otherwise it is better to buy pork.

After a period of cooking, the women began to really get busy, choosing vegetables, washing vegetables, cutting vegetables, washing meat, cutting meat and various dishes, condiments, etc., several large cooking pots were boiling at the same time, the three woks were fragrant, the chefs swayed the vegetable shovels to their heart's content, wafting out all kinds of fragrances, causing the waiting mouths to involuntarily secrete saliva, and stretched their necks in anticipation of the pot.

After an afternoon of fighting, a pig of more than 100 catties finally turned into a fragrant and steaming delicacy on the dinner table: boiled pork ribs with yam, boiled pig's feet with red beans, boiled bamboo shoots with Wangzi, fried pork liver, boiled tofu in bone broth, white cut meat with garlic, stewed pork knuckle in sour vinegar, pork offal in clear soup, plum cabbage and other meat, quite hearty.

Zhang Fan also called his uncle, aunt, Uncle Hua, Li Xiaojun, Manager Liang and others, and made more than a dozen tables, and the atmosphere was very warm.

"Nima, these sixty pounds of pork are so delicious that I have no friends!" Manager Liang shouted after eating the first piece of braised pork, and then quickly stretched out the chopsticks in his hand to the garlic white meat not far away.

"What? Sixty yuan, sixty yuan a catty?" The old farmer Yang Mao's eyes suddenly bulged bigger than a bull's eye, and he couldn't help but repeat the question several times.

"Oh my God, didn't I just eat four or five dollars in one bite?"

"This pig is so valuable, isn't it too wasteful to eat it like this?"

"One pound is worth five or six pounds, and the pig with a net weight of 100 pounds is 6,000 yuan!"

Tut, for a while, the villagers were stunned, to be precise, they were frightened by Manager Liang's casual remark of sixty yuan a catty.

Usually, the pigs they raise are only sold for an average of seven or eight yuan a catty, and the most expensive pork they buy to eat is only about 20 yuan a catty, but now the purchase price of the pigs they eat is 60 yuan a catty, which means that Zhang Fan's pig farm raising a pig is equivalent to them raising several pigs, which is incredible.

How big the profit margin is, even if they don't know more than two big words, they can understand it without breaking their fingers. However, there is nothing to say about how delicious Zhang Fan's pig is, and many pork are ashamed of this pure natural and original flavor alone.

Thinking about this, the villagers sitting there had their eyes shining again, revealing an extremely excited expression, their hearts could be described as excited and grateful, and their blood was quite boiling, you must know that Zhang Fan makes money is what they make money, and can hug the thigh of such a God of Wealth, poverty alleviation and prosperity are just around the corner, how can emotional fluctuations not be big?

Seeing everyone's reaction, Zhang Fan cheered up the atmosphere and said, "If you don't eat it again, the food will be cold! Sixty yuan a pound is the beginning, and in the future, with such a fine pig from our pig farm, it will be a matter of minutes to sell two or three hundred yuan a pound." Everyone rest assured to follow me, follow my direction, and you will definitely live a good life, better and better!"

As soon as the words fell, they immediately remembered the warm applause, and everyone threw grateful glances at Zhang Fan.

Led Zhangjiazhai to make a fortune, brought to Qingtian Village, Tengyun Village, and now Zhang Fan has changed the fate of Yang Yizhuang, the real changes are in his eyes, and he has happened to himself, all thanks to the name Zhang Fan, he is so lucky.

Seeing that his nephew had made the pig farm so impressive, and had helped so many people who were not relatives to get rich, Uncle Zhang Liye and his aunt secretly wiped away two tears.

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