There are a few heavy snowfalls, the root of the year is here, every household kills the pigs, the production team also kills pigs and sheep to the members, grandpa took the aluminum pot to the production team to get the meat, came back Zhang Xingming to see, half a pot of mutton soup, to boil the milky milk, that is, the meat is less pitiful, I know that other people's families must be more than grandma's family, but there is no way. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Pork is the same as other people's homes, more than four pounds of a piece, this thing can't be faked, can only be found from the fat and thin, grandpa took back this meat is obviously thin, if it is placed in 2013, it must be said that it is a good meat, but at this time people are begging to get fat to go home and have good oil, thin no one loves to want.

Zhang Xingming still remembers that in his previous life, his father took him to the grocery store to buy meat, took the meat ticket to find someone first, handed someone a cigarette, said something good, and then cut off a large piece of fat and went home happily. At this time, except for the pigs that they killed, how could anyone buy that thing to eat, and they all made sausages.

After a few days, it was finally the turn of grandma's house to kill pigs, there was a pig killer in the village, and one by one had to line up the wheels, and the grandmother got up early to boil water, and prepared two boxes of cigarettes, at this time the cigarette did not have a filter, a box of five cents a box, a dark brown cigarette stick, this cigarette rose to a dime a box in eight years, and there was only one kind of mixed leaf card for five cents a box. There is also a small bag of tea, which was brought by my father, and the jasmine tea distributed in the factory is also a good thing in the countryside.

Before eight o'clock, the pig killer entered the courtyard with a leather coat on his cotton coat, carrying a pair of leather forks (a jacket with a scabbard) on his back, on which several knives of different shapes and sizes were inserted, and there was a murderous aura on his body.

After entering the courtyard gate, the pig killer wiped his beard and roared: "Kill the pig." His voice was sharp and poignant, and then he bowed down before he walked into the courtyard and came to the wooden case that had been prepared long ago.

The helper and his grandfather went into the pen to catch the pig, carried it to the case and pressed it, and the pig barked loudly.

The pig killer pulled out the knife with his right hand, patted the pig's side face with his left hand, as if comforting the pig, and put the knife on the pig's neck with his right hand to find the right place, and then inserted it with a fierce knife. The knife was inserted and stirred, and then as soon as it was drawn, the blood flowed out and flowed into the basin placed under the case, and the grandmother took a stick and kept stirring in the blood that flowed down, so that the blood would not coagulate quickly, and it would be good to fill the blood sausage for a while.

The blood flowed in a large basin, slowly stopped, the pig did not move, everyone lifted the pig to the boiling hot water, scalded and shaved with boiling water (some places do not shave, but peeled, Liaodong Fengcheng area is), after a while, the pig hair was cleaned, the pig became white lying on the board, the pig killer changed a knife, began to disembowel, took out the internal organs and put them in the basin, and then went to the leg to take the head, removed the ribs, cut the meat into large strips and placed it, his task was completed. Grandma handed over the cigarettes and tea, and gave two yuan, and the pig killer put the cigarettes and money away, took the tea and looked at it, and said with a smile: "This is a good play, the girl brought it back, right? Then he brought him a piece of meat as usual, and he said that he didn't ask for anything, but put away the knife and went to the next house.

Dozens of families kill pigs, but it is really enough for him to be busy for a while, and he makes a lot of money, plus a family of meat, he can also get back a few pigs, in this era it is also considered a rich road life, but unfortunately it is only this period a year, and then it is the gelding pig (family planning for boars) when catching piglets in the spring, but that is not profitable, and it is only five cents for a family.

Sent away the pig killer, everyone got busy, the sauerkraut on the stove has been cooked, put the big bones in, and then put the blood sausage and white meat (pork belly) when the sauerkraut is stewed, which is the authentic Northeast pig-killing dish.

Grandpa cleaned up the pig intestines, someone on the side of the hand, the washed small intestine set up and began to fill the blood sausage, add green onions, ginger, starch and salt to the blood, stir well, fill the small intestine with a funnel, tie the two ends with a thread, put it in boiling water to boil, boil the water when boiling, you have to keep taking cold water, you have to prepare a skewer, there is a bubbling place on the intestine to take a skewer to deflate, this way to live to be experienced, accidentally the blood sausage will be fried, and it will become a pot of blood (blood porridge).

Cook the intestines here, cook the meat slices over there (the meat slices of the pig vegetables should be cooked and sliced first, and then go down to the sauerkraut), clean up the goods and send them directly to the outside to freeze, and then hang the pork ribs and meat outside under the eaves to freeze, and the pig's head and pig's feet are taken to the side with a red-hot iron bar to carefully scald off the hair in the folds, and clean it inside and out.

Two rice dry rice stewed, the white meat here is in the pot, the blood sausage is also well cut into small pieces and put into the pot, the pig is just killed, the garlic is pounded and mixed with soy sauce, and the big guy sits down and eats on the kang. In addition to the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, this meal is a really good banquet in the countryside, and once a year, everyone shook off their cheeks and snored, sweat beads appeared on their foreheads, eating almost, grandpa brought the scalded wine to the table, you and I drank it slowly, and the wine was almost dark (it was dark at about four o'clock in the afternoon in the northeast winter), everyone put on their shoes and went home with drunkenness, and the New Year pig was killed.

Killing pigs, there was another big event a year ago, that is, ordering tofu.

At that time, eating tofu was not like going to the supermarket at any time to buy it like in later generations, and most of them didn't like to eat it. At that time, it was rare to eat tofu once a year, like a festival, and only in winter.

To make tofu, you should also start preparing early, choose the beans first, pick out the deflated ones, soak them in a large pot, let the beans fully eat enough water, generally soak for two or three days in winter, and you don't need it in summer, and it is enough to soak for more than ten hours.

After soaking the beans, you have to pull the donkey back, grind the beans, slowly grind the beans into raw bean juice, filter them and put them in the barrel, and the filter residue can be repeatedly grinded.

Put the ground raw bean juice in a large pot and bring it to a boil, stirring it constantly when cooking, otherwise it will paste the bottom of the pot and the tofu will not be edible.

After boiling and cooking, add brine and stir in proportion, and the cooked bean juice begins to freeze, which is to form tofu brain. Scoop out the tofu brain, put it on a wooden plate with a wrapped cloth, compact it on top, let it cool thoroughly, and the tofu is ready.

The method of dried tofu is the same as that of tofu, except that when the tofu brain is pressed at the end, the tofu brain is spread a little thinner, and the cloth is stacked with several layers before pressing.

Grandma burned the pot, grandpa pressed the tofu, Zhang Xingming and his brother took a big bowl of tofu brain, mixed some egg sauce, and sweated profusely on the edge of the kang to eat. It is said that eating tofu brain and fried peanuts have been fighting since ancient times, as long as people are born, they will join in, and none of them will be spared, and two major forces have been formed for thousands of years to swear to the death, and I don't know when they will decide the winner.

Anyway, Zhang Xingming is a salty party, a hardcore, and he must also put salt when he eats fried peanuts.

Making tofu at home in the countryside is a big deal, the neighbors have to come to eat, grandma's family because it is far from the fort, and no one is called, grandpa cut some tofu, and sent some to several families here in Nangou, and the next day Zhong Laosi's family came to buy some again.

The soybeans in the Northeast are the best soybeans in the world, with high oil content, and the content of various acids and vegetarians is several times more than ten times and dozens of times that of others. Later, the Northeast soybeans became extinct in China, only the United States has them, and we have grown them all genetically modified from the American RB, and the tofu has also been changed to gypsum points, so we can't eat that taste.

At that time, the New Year in the countryside was really not interesting, the families were poor and had nothing, but the atmosphere of the New Year was not there now.

Firecrackers are a must, and my grandfather spent a whole day working hard to buy them in the commune, going back and forth for more than 20 miles, on heavy snowy days, walking slowly, and it was not open to traffic at that time. One hundred rings of the earth red, bought four hanging, one hanging Xiao Nian respecting the sky, one hanging thirty to send the stove (send the stove prince to the sky to report work), one hanging the first head up (that is, to welcome the stove prince home), and one hanging is for Zhang Xingming and his brother to play, two Mao seven hanging, not every family can put it up, some people only hang thirty at home to send the stove, children want to put it, don't even think about it.

The elder brother carefully dismantled the hundred small whips and gave Zhang Xingming thirty, Zhang Xingming smiled, waved his hand and gave it all to his brother, choking his brother with fun, and carefully put it in his pocket, like holding a baby.

Then grandma cut the red paper she bought, and asked her grandfather to take it to the village and ask Mancang and his father to write couplets. Zhang Xingming's uncle is the only teacher in the village, in charge of the first to fourth grade courses of the children in the village, and is the only literate person in the village. (The grandfather's grandfather is a normal pronunciation, and the father's grandfather and the second uncle are a voice, light sound)

I wrote the pair and took it back and put it away, which will have to wait for thirty days before it can be put on the wall. Then it is to stick window flowers, paste wallpaper and paste New Year's pictures, and make sticky bean buns and steamed dumplings. In the city, fried fritters and twist flowers will be fried to make fried sticky cakes, which is not so luxurious in the countryside.

The window grilles are cut by hand, at this time the countryside can not buy anything, all by hand, a pair of windows cost a few cents, which is also an income.

The style of the window grille is not as complicated as later, that is, the word Fu, the magpie Dengmei, the five blessings, the auspicious so many, there are six points as big.

On the thirtieth day, the whole family changed into new clothes, the house and the outside were swept clean, and the red Spring Festival couplets were pasted, and the festive energy came out.

Grandpa took out the red lantern and threaded it with a rope, and at this time he still used a candle, and when it was dark, he lit the candle and pulled the lantern to the top of the high lantern pole like raising the national flag.

After four o'clock in the afternoon, the sound of firecrackers in the village rang out one by one, Zhang Xingming and his brother also ran to the yard to light a hundred small whips, jumping and watching it blow up (a hundred rings, do you think it took a few seconds? At that time, it was a lot of fun), and then shouted and ran into the house, Zhang Xingming and his brother climbed onto the kang, and the grandfather sat on the edge of the kang one by one, and the four of them had a reunion dinner.

After eating, washing their feet, the four of them lay on the kang and listened to the radio, at that time, there was no leader to greet the people of the whole country for the New Year, and the same program as usual, there was no New Year's meaning.

Got up early in the morning on the first day of the new year, just ate dumplings, the gongs and drums outside sounded earth-shattering, the Yangge team in the village came to the yard door to door to visit the New Year, Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, big-headed dolls, running dry boats, little daughter-in-law riding donkeys, followed by the stilt team, the big drum beat so that people's ears buzzed, everyone wore colorful silk costumes, twisted all the way into the yard, circled around the yard a few times, began to twist the flower work in place, and the leader shouted auspicious words loudly. Almost all the children of the village followed, wearing dogskin hats and all kinds of cotton jackets, and surrounded them.

Grandma went up and gave a dollar, the leader thanked him, shouted a few auspicious words, a group of people beat gongs and drums and ran to the next house, and threw a lot of red, green, and green colored paper in the yard (real colored paper, that is, ordinary paper of various colors cut into small pieces), Zhang Xingming was also pulled by his brother to follow behind the Yangge team to watch the excitement.

Follow the Yangge team and walk down, it was noon, the Yangge team went back to the village, my brother wanted to follow, Zhang Xingming said that he would not go anything, this is not his own guilt, such a cold day, minus thirty and almost forty degrees, look at this lively what to do, it is better to lie on the fire and sleep. Zhang Xingming didn't go, and his brother had no choice but to do it, pulling Zhang Xingming to put a small whip in the yard, blowing up snow for a while, frying birds for a while, and soaking urine for a while and so on.

At night, the lanterns of every house are hung up, and on the white snow at night, a little flickering red light is like a twinkling red star dotted among the mountains, and the red starlight is covered by the snow and looks bloated and heavy.

In this natural beauty, on the fiery kang, enjoying the warmth of the brazier, the four people gathered around the table, eating meat-filled dumplings, feeling the joy of the Spring Festival, looking forward to a better life tomorrow, and enjoying themselves.

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