So far, all the task pigs of the Alpine Brigade have been handed in, and the calculations of the four production teams have crackled, and this year's dividends have finally been calculated.

The members of the club have received one-third more money than last year, and they are all beaming, and this day is getting better and better!

The four teams did not divide pork this year, and all the pigs were sold to the supply and marketing cooperatives, leaving only one sow as a breeding pig.

At the beginning of December, the pigs of other brigades were mated, and in another two years, they did not need to find other brigades to buy piglets.

The members of the production team kill pigs, and those who have good relationships will go to help and eat pig-killing dishes, while those who have not killed pigs will also buy a few catties of meat.

Qiao's father started from the first house to kill pigs, and he ate four or five in a day, and he was afraid of eating, so he quickly hid in the Changshan brigade and invited Qiao Sigu and Lu Aijun to come to the house on the 27th of the month to eat pig-killing dishes.

There are many people who want to kill pigs on this day, but the pig killers in the production team still rank the captain's family first.

None of the others complained, and their good life now was brought by the captain.

Qiao Jiayue was not interested in killing pigs, but she was still awakened by the howl.

She lay in bed for a while before getting up.

Last night, she told her parents that she would leave the head and tail, pig's trotters, large intestine, and pig's lungs for her to marinate, and when everyone tasted the taste of the seasoning, they would have more confidence in her.

Killing pigs is a very tedious matter, and someone needs help, Grandpa Qiao came over with a large family, and seeing that there are many people, it seems to be more busy.

Killing pigs is a big deal in the farmer's house, except for the pig killer, there is no reason to call outsiders for help.

Therefore, for a few concubines, Qiao's mother had to deal with it patiently.

Qiao Jiayue was not idle, running in and out, helping to grab a basket and grab a handful of salt, and she was sweating on a cold day.

Qiao's mother planned to make blood sausage, and when she was mixing pig blood, she added a little seasoning powder to it, and the taste smelled more fragrant.

Grandma Qiao was a little unhappy, how could she stew soup after the small intestine was used to make blood sausage? She glanced at Grandpa Qiao, but didn't say anything.

In the local area, pig blood is generally steamed with glutinous rice to make rice blood cakes, then sliced and fried with garlic leaves, or fried, which has a unique flavor.

To Qiao Jiayue's surprise, Grandpa Qiao actually cooked pig-killing dishes himself, and seeing the expectant looks of Uncle Qiao and the others, she knew that Grandpa Qiao had good cooking skills.

Grandpa Qiao's pig-killing dish contains pig blood, pig lungs, fatty meat, plus sauerkraut, and then put a handful of sweet potato vermicelli, sprinkled with a handful of green garlic leaves, red, green, white and yellow, and the color is very good.

A pot of pig-killing dishes was quickly prepared, fragrant and steaming, and everyone couldn't wait to eat it after a big bowl.

Before Qiao Sigu and Lu Aijun arrived, Qiao's mother quietly put a bowl in the cupboard and kept it for them.

A full pot of pig-killing vegetables was eaten, even if they were not full, but this pig-killing dish with plenty of oil and water was enough to warm up the whole body.

After eating the pig-killing dish, Grandpa Qiao and the pig killer worked together to skillfully divide the pork into pieces.

Qiao's father took his three sons to weigh and keep accounts, and he had already thought about how much pork he wanted to give to his brother's family.

A piece of pork belly plus two pork ribs, a piece of pork liver, this is their return gift for helping.

As for the pig killer, Qiao's father gave money and dried strawberries, and after killing so many pigs, there was no shortage of meat to eat at home.

Qiao Sigu and Lu Aijun didn't come until after lunch, they couldn't do it, and the Changshan Brigade was also busy.

The twins are talking very neatly now, Qiao Jiayue looked at the two identical smiling faces, she was so happy that she promised to make food for them.

Even when the little guy heard that there was something to eat, his mouth was sweet, and he grabbed Qiao Jiayue's leg and shouted non-stop.

Aunt Qiao and Mother Qiao squatted in the vegetable garden to clean up the pig's offal, chatting while cooking.

"Do any of you mention splitting the family?" Qiao's mother asked, the Lu family is a big family, and they have to support several large tables for a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

Qiao Sigu shook her head, "I don't like to look at the old man, no one dares to mention it anyway." ”

Who wouldn't want to split up, but it's a lot harder than you think.

"Hey, it's not easy for you, it's not your turn to speak. ”

"Why don't you stay for one night? Yue'er is going to make braised pork, you can just taste it." ”

The second half of the year was too busy, so she came over in a hurry during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and Qiao Sigu thought that the Lu family was nothing big now, so she agreed.

Qiao Jiayue poured hot water into the big iron pot at home, and asked Qiao Hongzhi to burn the fire a little stronger.

Qiao Jiayue's brine is ready, the taste she makes is better than the one she sells, and the more marinated it is, the more fragrant it is, as long as the ingredients are added regularly.

The prepared brine was divided into several clay pots by Qiao Jiayue, and different parts of the brine were to be marinated, different marinades required by different temperatures, and different times, so it was most appropriate to separate them.

After the large intestine was cleaned up, Qiao Jiayue put it in the pot outside the house, as soon as the fire was heated and the brine boiled, the fragrance spread.

Fortunately, there are mountains here, and other people's homes are far away, and when the wind blows, the smell is gone.

The twins sniffed, stayed in front of the stove, and kept asking Qiao Hongliang, who had added firewood, to eat.

The twins were not good at talking, they could only jump word by word, Qiao Hongliang was not impatient, patiently answered them, and then took a wooden stick on the ground to teach them to draw, quickly diverting their attention.

Fourth Aunt Qiao was washing pig lungs, turned her head to see this scene, and said to Qiao's mother with a smile, "It's better to be a cousin and cousin, and have the patience to take them." “

"What, you're still working with them?" asked Qiao's mother.

When the twins couldn't let go, Aunt Qiao was really hard, taking care of the children while working, but she didn't suffer less.

"Sometimes they stay at home, but when they are young, they will be bullied by their older brothers and sisters, so I simply take them to the field and put them under my nose to feel safer. ”

Qiao Sigu is also a little helpless when she says it, a big family, there must be a lot of children, generally the big ones are the small ones, but this small one is also divided into relatives and not relatives.

Seeing her children being neglected and bullied, Qiao Sigu's heart was uncomfortable.

"I think Xiaoping and Xiao'an are good, they are good boys. Qiao's mother said with a smile.

Qiao Sigu nodded, the two sons are naughty, but listening to their parents, it is not difficult to manage.

At this time, Lu Aijun followed Qiao's father to the fields, one to see the wheat fields, and the other to see the paddy fields for fish farming.

At present, there are some rice fish specially left in the paddy field, which are intended to be used as seed fish.

"It turns out that the rice fish is raised like this. Lu Aijun looked at the thickened and heightened ridges, and then looked at the puddles and ditches specially set aside in the fields.

I really don't know if I don't see it, and I'm shocked when I see it, and there are some ways to raise fish in this rice field.

"Are you prepared to raise it in the Changshan Brigade?" Qiao's father felt that raising rice and fish would not affect the yield of rice, and one field could not only collect grain but also catch fish, killing two birds with one stone.

Lu Aijun shook his head, "Most of the members are opposed. ”

Qiao's father can understand the thoughts of those people, and he is not allowed to use the rice field to do other things, "I still want to plant lotus roots and callus white, but these can't work." ”

Some old people's perceptions are very difficult to reverse.