The Autumn Society was originally on the fifth day after the beginning of autumn, but the Fifth Clan, who were immigrants from the East, followed the Qidi tradition, and their Society Day was set a little later, on the day of the autumn equinox.

Under the organization of the Fifth Lun, almost all the people were dispatched, and the strong men drove the four black boys out of the pigsty in the dockyard, and the hemp rope tied the forefeet and hind legs together, and the terrible sound of pigs resounded in the air.

Frightened and curious, the children covered their ears and peeked through the crowd.

But I saw a group of people pressing the pig's body to death, the kitchen aimed at the neck, carrying a sharp white knife into the red knife out, and someone came over with a basin to catch the blood. After the pigs were all put down, it was more troublesome to scald and shave and disembowel, and everyone rolled up their sleeves to help, and the smell of blood was permeated around them.

The pork was cut in a hut under the tree, and the other group lit the fire, and several large clay pots were poured water on top of the stove and cooked on a fierce fire, and the flesh with blood was washed with well water, and thrown into large pieces - no salt had been added.

The yellow, orange, and orange corn rice is also steamed, and the aroma of the grain wafts with the steam, and the smell of meat lingers over the house.

"Shrine gods, ancestors, Shang Fang!"

The autumn shrine is originally a celebration of the harvest, worship the shrine gods to give thanks, and the gods and ancestors enjoy the smell of food and fresh animal blood. The two most respected old men trembled and held the blood basin, and slowly sprinkled it from the foot of the big tree all the way to the shrine and the ancestral hall.

The dog in the middle stretched out his tongue to lick the blood, but was roughly kicked away by the fifth grid, and ran to eat the bloody filth left behind by his tail in his stomach.

When the gods and ancestors have finished "eating", it is the turn of the living, and the cook will knock out the foam in the kettle, take out the meat piece by piece, and spread it on the straw mat of the shack.

The white water meat that doesn't even put salt, the fifth Lun let people put a lot of ginger, scraped it and threw it into the soup kettle to stew together, so as to neutralize the smell of some meat, and it seems to be able to eat.

But Fifth Lun still had no appetite at all, because he had already discovered that the pigs raised at home ate not only chaff pigweed, but also that thing......

Toilet Lian said that his toilet is connected to the pigsty, and sometimes when he looks down, he can see a big pig's head underneath, which almost scared him to death.

Fifth Lun suddenly remembered that there was a "toilet god" worshiped in the society, and when he heard the description, he actually looked like a big pig! No wonder!

After discovering this, Wu Lun swore that he would never eat the pig's tongue in his life, no matter how fragrant it was, it was useless! In the future, I will eat more mutton, chicken, ducks and geese, and less pork.

But he, a "meat eater", has a choice, but ordinary people don't have a choice, the common people eat quinoa, and the non-township drinks and sacrifices without wine and meat. The environment in Guanzhong has not been better, it is already difficult to hunt wild beasts, and pork has become the easiest meat to obtain.

And the social day of the year is a rare time to eat meat. Looking at it, there is not a fat man in the whole house, everyone has no oil and water in their stomachs, and some poor families are not even qualified to choose whether to eat rice or bran, and can they still pick meat or not?

Therefore, the eyes of the fifty-seven families were staring at the meat that had been arranged, but they saw the cook hand the knife that had been cleaned with well water to the fifth tyrant: "The head of the house, it's time to divide the meat." ”

"I'm too old to bend over."

The fifth tyrant looked at the fifth Lun on the side and handed him the knife: "Boyu, you will slaughter the meat in the future!" ”

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Although the knife was light, Fifth Lun knew that it was heavy.

The sacrificial meat was an important part of the process, and it was not allowed to be done by anyone other than a patriarch or a person of repute. After coming to this era, Wulun heard the story of Chen Ping's division of meat in the Li Zhong Society, because he was very evenly divided, he was praised by the Li father, saying that he was good at slaughtering.

At first glance, it doesn't feel difficult, I can do it!

But after repairing the ancestral hall and eating a few days ago, Wu Lun realized that managing people is a matter of discipline. He let go of the figure of a traverser, abandoned his fixed thinking, and understood the conventions of this era more humbly. Only then did I understand that the so-called "evenness" is by no means just a matter of dividing the meat into the right size.

"There are fifty-seven households in Lizhong, some of them are of the same clan, some are of different surnames, and their relationship with the major clans is different, and their status in Lizhong is also different. On the other hand, don't look at the meat on the pig's body, different parts are also high and low, and there is a difference between fat and thin in the same position. If you want to satisfy everyone, how difficult it is, you have to have a high emotional intelligence. ”

It is no wonder that Chen Ping later assisted Liu Bang and his son, as prime minister, and also governed the country in an orderly manner. And if a mere piece of meat can't be slaughtered, how can it be slaughtered in the world?

Fortunately, Wu Lun had already learned about his grandfather and cook in advance, and after a little thought, he began to go under the gaze of more than 500 pairs of eyes.

In later generations, the lean loin must have been two or three times more expensive than the fat belly, but this year it was completely reversed. Hospitality is often afraid of meat is not fat, after all, fat meat is craving, and there is a lot of oil and water.

As a result, pork belly has reached the peak of the flesh and has become the most popular and expensive part of the pig. Fifth Lun first picked out a large piece of fat pork belly that was similar to the flower cake, divided it into two, wrapped it in leaves, and personally delivered it to the two families in the front position.

These two are considered to be the "fathers" in the middle of the year, they are older than the fifth tyrant, and their seniority is also high, and they are the two of them who worship the gods and ancestors, and after taking the meat handed by the fifth Lun, they glanced at it and smiled.

The old man's teeth were shaken, he couldn't chew the lean meat, and the pork belly was stewed enough but melted in his mouth, they were all very satisfied, and only praised: "Someone has inherited the fifth clan ancestral hall." ”

And the fifth Lun next picked, is the plum blossom meat on the back of the pig's neck, this meat is fat and thin, and the closest to the pig's head, the meaning is extraordinary, he was assigned to the chief family - the chief is a puppet, big and small things have to ask the fifth Lun ancestors for instructions, this meat is to indicate the status of the two of him and above the hundreds.

What was given to the housekeeper Fifth Grid and his son Fifth Blessing was the front row of meat, which was lean and fat, and the taste was also good. The fifth grid sings blackface and is a villain these days, and he has been scolded behind his back, and he has to be treated better for those who carry the black pot.

This year, the pig does not eat feed, far less fat than the later generations, the fat meat is quickly divided, and when it is the turn of the honest fifth Pingdan to step forward barefoot, take it and take a look, it is actually tenderloin, and I can't help but be stunned.

The tenderloin is the best meat among the lean meats, the meat is the most tender, in previous years, it was distributed to the chief of the middle, how could it fall into his hands!

raised his head and wanted to refuse, but Wu Lun said to him: "Pingdan, you have two sons, some time ago, you cultivated the ancestral hall in the society, your father and son worked day after day, rarely rested, your family's diligence and hard work, I see it in my eyes." Reluctantly! This meat is ready. ”

When I was doing work before, I did a lot of work but ate less, and the fifth Pingdan, who was bullied and called by Shi Chang, almost didn't cry, it turned out that Xiao Langjun knew everything.

He only held the meat in his hand and shook it towards the fifth lun, and when he turned back into the crowd, he no longer bowed his waist as usual, but held his head high and proud.

There are so many people in the middle, looking up and not looking down, face is extremely important, how can the bowls of rice that I ate less before be worthy of the good meat that was distributed in public during the society day. This matter, the fifth Pingdan can blow for a year!

And the greedy chief who had bullied the Fifth Pingdan and guarded the self-theft was also very greedy for meat, and kept stretching his neck, but it was not his turn to wait left and right, until his fellow clansmen got meat, and then called his name.

Everyone looked at each other, with schadenfreude in their eyes, secretly saying that you also have today! The order of dividing the meat is very knowledgeable, and there is a distinction between who is in front and who is behind. At that time, Confucius just didn't wait for the sacrificial meat given to him by Lu Dinggong, and traveled around the world in disappointment.

Fifth, Lun learns and uses it, and implies his praise and disapproval of the people in the division of meat, which is not directly explained, but it is self-explanatory.

And what I got was the worst piece of meat on an old sow: pork rump, which was very hard and tasted firewood. In the future, if there is a chef who patiently cooks and makes a pot of meat, he can turn decay into magic, but now it is only stewed, and it is so hard that it is difficult to taste.

He was stunned for a moment: "Xiao Langjun, this meat ......"

"What's wrong with this meat?"

Fifth Lun raised his head and looked at this person, still smiling, but his eyes clearly told him: You took advantage of your position to secretly take advantage of and bully your neighbors for a few mouthfuls of food, I see it all!

Shi Chang's heart was weak, he didn't dare to say any more, only holding the meat, like a dog who had been kicked away before, he returned to his seat with his tail between his legs, only to feel that everyone was poking his backbone, and his family couldn't raise their heads.

Then it was the turn of the foreign surnames, and when all the meat was divided, the fifth tyrant stroked his beard and was extremely satisfied with the performance of the fifth lun.

It seems that if there is really a big chaos in the world in the future, on the day when the Fifth Clan raises troops, which people in the Fifth Clan can be trusted and can be used, and which people are unreliable to kick aside, all in the heart of the Fifth Lun, he can rest assured that the power of the clan will gradually be handed over to him.

The fifth tyrant then asked everyone with a smile: "Fathers, how about dividing the meat from the fish?" ”

Everyone was convinced, and more than 500 men, women, and children all gave their hands and praised from the bottom of their hearts: "The young sect master is dominant, even even!" ”

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The meat was already cold, and although the color and flavor were incomplete, everyone still ate very happily.

Some people eat black soybean sauce and use the chopping and cutting it into small pieces with their families. Some brought a small bag of salt, sprinkled it very carefully, dipped it and ate it, but accidentally the salt grains fell off, and they were so distressed that they picked it up and stuffed it into their mouths with the soil.

Fifth Lun only tasted a little, but still found it quite unpalatable.

"Compared to the meal of 'Li Zhuang White Meat' that I have eaten in my later life, it is far worse!"

It has something to do with the cooking method, but the pigs themselves also have problems, and it seems that if you have time, you should study the castration technique with the apprentices, and poison the innocent piglets in the pen.

At this time, everyone has already fished out the kidneys, belly lungs and other internal organs stewed in another kettle, cut them into small pieces, and mixed them with soy sauce and flavor, and then mixed them with cooked corn and rice, and distributed them to each family to eat, which is today's staple food "Shehan".

In addition, the dates collected from the orchard and the community cakes made by each household were all put on the table, and the neighbors tasted each other. It took more than half a year to have a bumper harvest, and the day of the society is the same as the New Year, and everyone can eat today.

Since there are no outsiders, there is no need to be defensive when drinking, the fifth tyrant asked people to move out the rice wine stored in the dock courtyard, plus the turbid wine brewed by each family, and everyone directly took the bowl to dry together after eating.

The men and women on the table sat together, the cups and plates were messy, and with the staggered chips, these horses urinated, and the voices of the people who were still a little reserved were also louder, and their legs and feet could not sit still, so they got up one after another and began to sing and dance.

The singing is not a big and elegant Xiaoya, nor is it the popular sound of Zheng Wei, it is just a folk street ballad, and there is not even musical instrument accompaniment, that is, everyone clapps their hands and stamps their feet, and sings in harmony.

sang a song "Wusheng Eight or Nine Sons" that became popular in Guanzhong when the former dynasty was completed.

"Wu gave birth to eight or nine sons, sitting among the Qin family's laurel trees. me! ”

"The Qin family has a wandering son, who is strong in Suiyang and Su Hedan. Holding two strong bullets in his left hand, he went in and out of the black things. me! ”

"A pill is immediately launched in the black body, and the black soul flies to the sky. When my mother gave birth to a black child, it was among the rocks of Nanshan. me! ”

"Where is the people's security in Wuzi? What is the way? The white deer is in the Shanglin West Garden, and the shooter has still recovered the white deer breast. me! ”

"The yellow bird is flying very high, and the harem is still cooking. The carp is in the abyss of Luoshui, and the hook is still the carp's mouth. me! ”

"Everyone has their own lifespan, why should life and death be restored!"

Wu Lun listened to this song and was quite surprised, this song is actually a fable, about the crow was born among the rocks of Nanshan, and later migrated to the Qin family to make a nest in the laurel tree, but was killed by the Qin family with a projectile, and lost his life. As immigrants, the people of Linqu Township are deeply touched by this song.

"How can you sing such a song on a good day?"

The fifth tyrant may think this song is too sad, he danced a song "Into the Stopper" when the Han army was fighting in the Western Regions for everyone since he came on the field, which was indeed a little more impassioned, but the tune of the previous song lingered in the ears of the fifth Lun for a long time.

The ballad seems to sing about the situation of the new room in the late Han Dynasty, the world is difficult, chaotic, and the world is full of danger and tragedy.

Fifth Lun also drank some wine, stood up and seemed to want to say something, but others couldn't hear clearly, so he only laughed and picked up the young sect master and danced together.

They danced like crows with their wings outstretched.

They ran around the campfire, like white deer desperately trying to dodge.

They are nimble, spinning and jumping, like carps in the abyss.

Spread your throat and sing a song, like a yellow magpie flying high and longing for freedom!

The applause was thunderous, the dance was getting faster and faster, men, women and children, everyone joined in the carnival, the heavens and the earth seemed to spin together, but the fifth Lun became more and more sober.

Crows, white deer, carp, and yellow magpies are the embodiment of the common people. The decrees that change at the dawn of the dynasty are fiercer than the harsh government of the evil tiger, and the greedy and unrestricted royal relatives, states and counties are powerful, like projectiles, bows and arrows, bird nets, and fishing hooks.

No matter how well the people hid, how deep they hid, and how far they migrated, they could not escape the fate of being captured, shot, and slaughtered by the strong.

It was difficult for them to fight, so they could only sigh helplessly: "Life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky."

"Not necessarily!"

Fifth Lun broke free from the hands of others and walked out of the dance floor.

If the fifth Lun first arrived, it was just for himself, and later he gradually restored the relationship between his ancestors and grandchildren with the fifth tyrant, and began to think about the family, but it was more about exploiting. Up to now, through the sharing of meat and sacrifices, the people in the clan are happy and singing together, which has given him a stronger sense of belonging - this is my clan!

But looking at the world, the fifth mile is still weak, a small ant. Now the "world is peaceful" can still live quietly, but once the troubled times come in a few years, can they escape the fate of being killed by the strong?

"If you want to prevent the clan from turning into fish and meat, only I will turn into a sword!"

He had a clearer idea of what he wanted to do in the future.

Not far away, the prison gate was hurrying in, and his words ended the feast of the night.

"Sect Master, Xiao Langjun, there are outsiders from the inner door, he is the first willow of the township, and there is an official from the county government!"

"Sif? County officials? Come and do something! Fifth Lun immediately stopped the celebration.

"Stop!"

As he shouted and pushed, everyone slowly stopped singing and dancing and looked at each other.

After the grandson came over to say a few words, the fifth tyrant shook his head and immediately ordered: "Quick, put away all the wine!" ”

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PS: At the beginning, he was a military envoy of Yumen, and there was a toilet god in the shape of an outer stable, shaped like a big pig, with eyes all over his body, in and out of the courtyard, and in the parade courtyard. - "Taiping Guangji Volume 333 Ghost Eighteen"

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