Later generations judge whether a person is a rural person or not, and the most important basis is probably the calluses on his hands. The calluses grow between the five fingers and the palm of the hand, as well as on each section of the fingers.

Even some people who work the farm have calluses on the palms of both hands all their lives, and after peeling off a few layers of skin on the calluses, they don't feel pain, because they are dead skin.

Therefore, in the countryside, it can be seen from both hands whether a person is bitter or not, diligent or not.

Basically, people who go out of the countryside have calluses on their hands, and they don't disappear all year round.

Guo Qu is very sure of this, in his previous life, he lived in the city for nearly 20 years, and the calluses on his hands were just diluted.

The old man's hands are very rough, which is very deep in Guo Qu's memory, which means that the old man has been busy all his life.

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Looking at his palms and counting the number of calluses on his hands, this is the trace that life has carved for him, and there is always an inexplicable feeling when he counts.

The waste products in the local town have been almost collected, and tomorrow we will go down the road to the neighboring village to collect the waste. Today is a rare leisure time, but it is only one afternoon.

The old man is going to sell the big fat pig in the family, because it is almost November, and the pig is already fat.

Fat pigs are a little bad, that is, as long as the weather is cold, it will not eat much, and if it does not eat, it will be thin, and pigs in this era still have to be fat to make money, because after the people buy it, they are used to boil lard to eat.

Thinking that he had been raised hard for more than half a year, he couldn't lose it, so the old man asked Guo to go to the butcher.

In the countryside, unless it is a New Year's festival and various banquets, if you want to sell pigs at other times, you have to find a butcher, and only they will sell pigs.

However, because there are few butchers, the price is very low, and the common people suffer a lot in this regard.

But there is no way, it is not possible if you don't sell it, because you have money if you sell it, and if you don't sell it, you are reluctant to kill it yourself.

The old man raised pigs for more than half a year, and he sold them cheaply like this, and Guo Qu always felt uncomfortable.

To be honest, when I heard the news that the old man was going to sell pigs, the butchers on the street came several times, but Guo Qu never agreed.

And the old man thought it was okay, because the highest price given by the butchers was two yuan and five pounds.

But Guo Qu didn't agree, so the old man didn't say anything, and he now handed over the power of the family to Guo Qu.

There is a reason why Guo Qu does not sell pigs, although it is only ninety-four years now, the price of pork is one price at a time.

The "field" here is the field of the day, that is, the market.

The price of pork in this field is three yuan a catty, and the next one cannot be said to be three yuan a catty, so in just a few dozen days, the price has stabilized at about four yuan.

The butcher sold it for four yuan a catty, but it was purchased for two yuan and five pounds, and the profit was very large!

Guo Qu didn't know that it was okay, but if he did, he was naturally unwilling to sell the pigs that the old man had worked so hard to feed.

It's not about money, or there are things that can't be measured by money.

These words seem to be very contradictory to people living in the later generations of people, but Guo Qu thinks so.

Although a few hundred yuan, it is only the fruit of his labor in the last day or two, but it is the blood and sweat of the old man, think about cutting pigweed every day, think about feeding the pigs every day, the old man himself is willing to eat, think about serving the pig every day like serving the ancestors, think about how many more than half a year in life, think about it......

In this matter, money is no longer Guo Qu's main concern, even if someone uses the pig price of later generations to buy the fat pigs fed by the old man, he will not sell them.

In this way, Guo Qu is a person with a problem with his head.

However, it didn't work if he didn't sell it, so he simply decided to kill himself to sell it, anyway, it was only a short time after selling wild things, and many people still remembered him.

Using his own time to deal with pigs, sell pigs, and play the role of a butcher to repay the old man's blood and sweat is the most worthwhile thing for Guo Qu.

He's so stupid, he can make more money in the same amount of time, but he chooses to waste his time.

But there is no way, he is such a person, a person who values feelings, a person who cannot be carved from rotten wood.

The old rule is to go to the uncle's house first to call the uncle, and then carry the pig-killing knife, and then call the Yangtze River plus the old man, people are barely enough.

The old man is the oldest, and he is responsible for reversing the hair on the belly of the fat pig, and at the same time pressing his body on the pig, which is considered an assist.

Uncle Guo went to hook the pig's mouth with an iron hook and was responsible for killing the pig at the same time. The pressure on the Yangtze River was the greatest, and he pulled the pig's tail back, and the pig was perfectly fixed on the stone steps with the efforts of the three of them, unable to move.

At this time, Xiaojing's girl had been pulled into the house by Guo Qu's aunt, but she kept crying, and from time to time she said words mixed with crying, "Don't kill my pigs, woo~, I don't want pigs to die~"

The scene of killing the pig must not be seen by the girl, and when she heard the girl's cry go away, Guo went to bring the wooden basin.

The basin contained a gourd scoop of water, five spoonfuls of salt, and a real pig-killing knife.

Seeing that the pig was fixed, several people tried their best to suppress the fat pig, Guo went to hurriedly put the wooden basin not far from the fat pig's neck.

Uncle Guo Qu clasped the pig's nose with one hand, took the pig-killing knife with the other hand, and after putting the knife against the pig's neck, he adjusted the angle slightly, and then inserted it at a forty-five-degree angle, and finally happened to lightly scratch the pig's heart.

When the knife was drawn, blood gushed out and shot right into the tub.

At this time, the pig began to go crazy, swinging his body indiscriminately, but the old man was old after all, and he couldn't suppress it, the pig got rid of the suppression of the three people, and ran out more than ten meters, only to fall to the ground due to insufficient blood supply, but the pig's trotters were still kicking indiscriminately, and there were blood blisters coming out of the knife on the neck.

After the pig broke free from the suppression, the three of them sat on the ground, panting loudly, and it could be seen that they were really exhausted.

After enough rest, the pig was dead, and the three of them dragged the pig to the stove pot that was placed on the ground.

Before killing pigs here, a stove is always dug in the ground, and a large pot of water is poured into the stove before the pot is placed, and the water is boiled over a fire.

After boiling, the water should be washed with some cold water before the soup pig, and as for how much to brew, only the butcher can grasp this.

The water temperature is low, it is useless, the water temperature is high, and the pork skin is cooked.

Put part of the pig's body into the pot, the water temperature is just enough to burn the pig's hair so that it can be scraped off with a scraper without hurting the skin.

Uncle Guo used a wooden scoop to pour water on the pig, and then the other two used a scraper to shave the pig's hair. After the pig hair is shaved, the pig has to be hanged and then disemboweled.

At this time, another wooden basin was needed to hold the internal organs, and Guo Qu had already prepared it.

After the pig was cut in half, according to the rules, the old man cut five catties of pork butt meat and handed it to Guo Qu's aunt, who would cook the dishes. The four of them continued to process the pig's internal organs.