"Brother." Fang Yuan was so anxious that his eyes kept staring at Wukong in Fang Jing's hand.

"Okay, here you go, pretend to be pitiful, who said that my brother's wood carving is not good not long ago." Fang Jing handed Wukong to the little girl, and didn't forget to joke.

"Thank you, brother, that one just now wasn't good-looking, this Wukong is good-looking." The little girl held Wukong and stared at it vigorously.

"I'll be a Bajie tomorrow again, and then I can make up a four-person horse for Journey to the West, haha." Fang Jing said with a fantasy.

"Really? Brother, then you should do it now, Bajie must be fun. The little girl couldn't wait to see the appearance of the four Tang monks and apprentices, and urged Fang Jing to hurry up.

"Now it's time to make dinner, aren't you ready to eat? I'll get it tomorrow. After Fang Jing finished speaking, he went to the stove room to prepare today's dinner.

A bunch of little dolls surrounded Fang Yuan, looking at Wukong in his hand, only Xiaoshu was holding a carving knife and concentrating on what he wanted to carve, and no one noticed him, and he didn't go to watch, just carved so intently.

After two days, Fang Jing finally carved out the image of the four masters and apprentices and one horse, and threw them all to Fang Yuan, this is a terrible thing, all the dolls looked at the wood carvings on the table, and from time to time they had to discuss who was more experienced, who was the most useless, who was the most edible, and they kept talking until dinner, and if they had to talk about success or failure, Fang Jing was speechless when they looked at it.

When Fang Jing was carving, Xiaoshu did not forget to ask Fang Jing how to carve to look better and be more spiritual, Fang Jing is not a master of painting, and he has never learned this skill professionally, so he had to tell Xiaoshu that carving is to carve according to the object first, first have an outline, then carve a whole, then some details, and finally the expression, although Fang Jing said so, but he may not be able to do it, but Xiaoshu listened to it, although the carved things may not be good-looking, but with the practice of these two days, it is becoming more and more beautiful. At least Fang Jing looked at it and felt that Xiaoshu's wood carving was stronger than herself, could this be talent?

In the early morning of the second day, Fangjia Village pig killing was officially opened, after the village and some village elders led the whole village to worship their ancestors, the first one that started was the village Zhengjia, a big fat pig weighing more than 200 pounds was driven out of the livestock shed, Fang Jing didn't say a word, he stepped forward and grabbed it and fell to the ground, and the pig screamed throughout the village.

The cry of the pig can be said to be the most ugly animal sound, the pig was lifted on the wooden board and howled endlessly, the sound was extremely ugly, but everyone in Fangjia Village was looking forward to this sound, Fang Jing went down with a knife, bled and scraped the pig's hair, cut open the internal organs, chopped the flesh and shaved the bones, a series of techniques, so that the two of them were stunned, and sighed in their hearts that the gods are immortals, and they are not comparable at all, more than two hundred pounds of pigs, saying that they can resist the wooden board, and the money servants think that they can't do it.

Mura Zheng and his daughter-in-law are busy, but the small stone is divided into the prepared basket with the meat, after Fang Jing has done everything, he raised his legs and walked to the next family, although the Mura Zheng family raised four pigs, but only one was killed today, the other three, one needs to be given to relatives, and the other two will be killed again when the year comes, of course, this is also the Mura Zheng and their own business, Fang Jing didn't care, just need to kill the pigs.

Fang Jing and Qian Zhong Dahuai came to Fang Yuanliang's house, Fang Yuanliang's family had already prepared everything, even Fang Yuanliang's mother-in-law Zhong Meilan's family came, Fang Yuanliang's family wanted to kill two pigs today, although the family raised three, they killed two today, one was given to his mother's family and some relatives, and the other was left to kill when the year came.

The same technique, the same operation, killing two big fat pigs in a row, Fang Jing was not panting, her face was not red, and she waited for Fang Yuanliang's house to clean up.

"Jing Wazi, I have to thank you for coming over to help kill the pig, otherwise, we can't do it, this pig is too big, my mother's brother can't kill this big fat pig, Jing Wazi, come over to eat meat at night, don't come." Fang Yuanliang said happily to Fang Jing, this is not happy, this is really a big fat pig, I didn't eat hidden last year, I have to eat a good meal this year.

"Uncle Yuanliang, it's nothing, it's just a pig, I'll come to your house to eat at night, don't say that I brought all my family over to eat too much, hahaha." Fang Jing was also happy, this fat pig is big, and the meat can really produce a lot, which is enough for a family to eat for a year.

"Jing Wazi, you're laughing at me, come on, the meat tube is enough." Fang Yuanliang also knew that Fang Jing was joking, and he was not annoyed, and he was still happy in his heart.

"By the way, Uncle Yuanliang, last year, each pig paid five cents, everyone paid it, right? I kept forgetting and didn't ask. Fang Jing only remembered the matter of neutering piglets.

"It's all handed over, the village is sending it to me, last time I asked Aunt Lan to send it to your family, the Chen family lady didn't accept it, Jing Wazi, you can bring it back later." Fang Yuanliang listened to Fang Jing ask about this, and hurriedly thought about giving the money for the sterilization of piglets to Fang Jing.

"Uncle Yuanliang, this is your own money, I don't want it, you have to collect money for this hard work, it's not such a thing as helping, this is also a personal work, it's a small amount to charge five cents, and you have time to come to me to get the prescription, I have always forgotten to tell you about this clearly, this method and prescription for sterilizing pigs can only be made by you, others can't, you have to pass it on in the future, pass it on to Fang Sen or Fang Lin, it just can't be broken, this is also a handiwork." Fang Jing said to Fang Yuanliang.

"Jing Wazi, this is unacceptable, this is the skill and prescription you transmitted, we can't accept it." Fang Yuan's conscience was guilty and refused.

"Uncle Yuanliang, it's decided, don't say anything, I don't need to say anything to you about my own prescription, but I just can't pass it on, okay, we still have to go to Uncle Shanping's house to kill pigs, you guys get busy first." After Fang Jing finished speaking, he raised his legs and walked towards Fang Shanping's house.

"Husband, Jing Wazi is kind-hearted, take it first, our Fangjia Village owes Jing Wazi too much, pay it back slowly." Zhong Meilan persuaded her husband.

"Well, yes, Jing Wazi is kind-hearted, and our family can't help much, just don't add to the chaos." Fang Yuan's conscience knew in his heart, but he didn't know how to express it, they were all people who came down from the battlefield, except for Fangjia Village, they looked down on everything outside.

As the saying goes, chivalrous tenderness, that's all it says, when they go to the battlefield, they can fight to the death with the enemy, but when they get off the battlefield, they can love their own family as much as they can, and they are used to seeing life and death, but they are afraid of life and death, and the foundation of human nature cannot be described in words.

Fang Jing and the three of them came to Fang Shanping's house, in the same way, like flowing water, the two big fat pigs were so easily finished, Fang Shanping also invited Fang Jing and them to come to the house to eat pork, but Fang Jing said that he would go to Fang Yuanliang's house to eat tonight, so he refused Fang Shanping.

Killing pigs one by one, although there are only nine families killing pigs today, they are also busy until dinner time to complete the pig killing business, Qian Shi and Zhong Dahuai are very tired, but Fang Jing seems to be nothing, the two of them only look at Fang Jing with envy and worship, and have no other thoughts.

They went home, took a bath and changed their clothes, and then took the family to Fang Yuanliang's house, ready to eat today's pig-killing dishes, fortunately, Fang Jing had already asked Zhang Xiaoxia to come over to help cook, otherwise according to the dishes made by ordinary people in the village, it is estimated that Fang Jing's family would not want to eat, not because of the pig's commotion, but because there is no seasoning, it tastes tasteless, and the pork made by ordinary people is also very white, and the lean and fat skin is very obvious, and there is no so-called golden color.

Fang Jing was invited to the main table, the adults basically sat at the main table, but the little babies and the women sat at the other table, the little babies stared at the pork in the basin, and looked at the slander, except for the little babies of Fang Jing's family, the other little babies were basically like this, Zhong Meilan's mother's family came to three adults and five little babies, looking at the large piece of pork in the pot, it was strange not to slander it.

"Jing Wazi, let's eat with chopsticks, this is still what the Chen family lady brings to make it, I don't understand, but I know it's delicious when I look at it like this, I heard that Jing Wazi's family does this, Uncle Yuanliang, I haven't eaten the food you cooked, but it's very slanderous." Fang Yuanliang opened his mouth and said to everyone.

Fang Yuanliang's family has no elders, he is the oldest, a sentence to eat, even if it is a signal to the little dolls, you can eat at will, there is a big basin with a large piece of meat on both tables, this is a lot of ingredients to make, looking at the dark red color of the meat, Fang Jing thinks that the taste of this meat should not be bad.

In the next two days, Fang Jing was basically in the operation of killing pigs, at least one was killed, and at most three were killed, but at least one was left to be killed for the New Year.

Fang Jing's family hasn't started the fire in the past few days, and the breakfast hasn't been opened, basically whoever starts the fire will go to which house to eat, Fang Jing doesn't care about this, the main thing is that he is busy, every household is busy, they are busy cleaning up pork, they are all busy making bacon, and they are all busy making pig blood balls.

The little dolls are happy, arguing every day about which meat is delicious, which meat is the most fragrant, and which meat is fatter, Fang Jing sometimes wonders, is it better to invite a few people to kill pigs at this time of year, and also save yourself from carrying a pig killing knife, Fang Jing is lazy, what is it annoying to see.

"Brother Jing, do you think I carved this?" Xiaoshu took a wood carving and handed it to Fang Jing, asking Fang Jing to guide him.

"Well, Xiaoshu, I don't think I can compare to you, your wood carving is so good, I can't teach you anyway, you show it to your uncles and aunts." Fang Jing looked at the wood carving in front of him, it was already much better than his own, he thought that he couldn't compare, this talent directly crushed Fang Jing, Fang Jing was also hit hard, this really made the church apprentice starve to death of the master.

"Well, Jing Wazi is right, this wood carving of Xiaoshu is too divine, and the carving is too beautiful." Zhang Xiaoxia took it and looked at it, and also felt that Fang Jing was carved beautifully, but it was hard to say that Fang Jing was better.

"Yes, this wood carving is so good, if it is painted, it will be better than Jing Wa's." Chen Erlin directly gave Fang Jing 10,000 critical hits.

"I didn't carve better than Brother Jing, I have to carve it again and paint it." Xiaoshu responded very modestly.

"Xiaoshu, continue to carve, maybe you can become a master of wood carving in the future, you have a good talent, Brother Jing can't teach you anything, you have to think more, if you don't understand, you can ask me, although I can't teach you wood carving, but I can still say a few words." Fang Jing was injured, but he still encouraged Xiaoshu to continue carving, maybe when Fang Jing's family could also produce a master of wood carving.

"Well, Brother Jing, I will." Xiaoshu nodded heavily in agreement.

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