The strong laborers unloaded the two pigs that they had brought back together, poof, poof, and poof.

One by one, they were tired and panting, they couldn't straighten their waists, and their mouths didn't stop.

I haven't slept all night, I should have rested, but I'm still sleepy?

Don't be sleepy.

Not only are they not sleepy, but they are about to be excited.

Boss Guo wiped the sweat on his head and said loudly:

"It's too late, damn it, there have to be seven or eight heads. I didn't catch up, a few of them were too far away from us, and they were still looking at us in the same place, looking at us.

I'm thinking about it, good guys, let you see, come on, come on, let's finally get bigger, but they grind over and run, you say it's over. ”

Song Fugui said in a loud voice, there are seven or eight heads, there must be more than a dozen, I can see it really.

Everyone laughed and gossiped, don't brag, you came last, where did you go up to see the truth, that is far away, how far the people in front of us chased and ran, do you know? The shoes almost flew off.

"Really, I really saw it."

"Okay, really, you're right, there are more than 100 of them, all of them are in the woods."

Everyone laughed even more heartily.

Grandpa Song inspected a circle of pigs' heads.

The old man was very satisfied, he did a good job, and he didn't break the pig's head, so that he could use it for the New Year, and it could also be used on February 2.

Otherwise, if it is broken, people will have to wonder, what are you offering to us?

"Why did the wild boar come at this time?" The old man pondered, if he could find the law of the wild boar coming out and wandering, and be idle in the future, if he couldn't, he would take the initiative to round up, and looked at Tian Xifa.

Tian Xifa said that wild boars are the most inaccurate, so they know not to be left alone. That's why as soon as he saw the piglet, he immediately chased the guy out. Sometimes they come out early in the morning, sometimes it is dusk, but most of the time it is the middle of the night, and while everyone is sleeping, they come out to do things and harm people.

At the mention of piglets, Grandpa Song remembered that there was another one in the backyard.

While organizing people to catch the little wild boar that was screaming, he asked Song Fusheng: "Fusheng, should we keep it?" Raise it, it grows fast. ”

Song Fusheng didn't answer, he first followed the strong laborers to the backyard, looked at the broken fence, and now it has not been repaired, and it has to be repaired, and then at the pig.

The little wild boar seems to have guessed that the person in front of him is the key person who determines its life and death.

It squirmed its bloody body, and its small eyes looked straight at Song Fusheng.

Song Fusheng said: "The two little black bean eyes, shining, are not a good thing at first glance." Let it live to adulthood, and the pigsty will not be able to hold it. Designated scourge with a murderous temperament and strong strength, while it is nothing, eats it. ”

"Really don't raise?" Grandpa Song asked.

"If you don't raise it, kill it to prevent future troubles."

In the eyes of the little piglet, he immediately glared at Song Fusheng with a fierce light. It's so angry that if you want to kill it, just give it a good time, listen, this person is really not a good thing, he dislikes it, and tortures it.

"There's not much meat, let's let it stay there first, kill the two big ones in front of you first, and let it listen to it honestly." A few of you, build a fence yard. ”

Kill the pigs.

The high butcher dipped in water, took a knife, clicked on the stone to grind, spat at the palm of his hand, picked up the sharpened knife and ran to the pig.

Other children, who are afraid, have already returned to the house.

But his twin grandsons are not afraid, they always looked at it before, cheered and slapped their hands: "Grandpa killed pigs again, grandpa killed pigs again." ”

The high butcher thought to himself: Grandpa has lived all these years, and this time he killed the pig the most painfully, and he got it for nothing, ahahahaha.

At this time, the women also prepared large basins of water, both hot and cold, and poured several empty basins to the outward end of each basin.

The old ladies were even more smiling, and they were half the sizers, setting up pots, and our big black pots were put into the yard again.

The old ladies are happy, with these two big wild boars and the little piglet, it is not just as simple as eating meat to satisfy their cravings, which means that they all have to have oil, and take it from the pig, the most fragrant meat oil.

With these lards, you won't have to worry about anything during the New Year.

And Song Fuling, who had never dared to go out of the house to see the scene of the pig killing, was taking a bite with Mi Shou at this time, and asked Qian Peiying while eating egg custard: "Will they throw the pig into the water?" ”

"No, your dad is there. Besides, what to throw it for. ”

Song Fusheng has indeed been outside, but he feels that he can't intervene at the moment.

He found that the guys were more than he would live.

Throwing a pig into the water? Are you kidding.

I guess everyone has to wonder: what have become of our poverty? We have all gnawed Guanyin soil, eaten elm bark, everything that can be put into the stomach, can we throw pigs into the water?

"Give me the pig's teeth." Grandpa Song stepped forward and said.

The pig's mouth and fangs were not allowed to be thrown, and Grandpa Song took the pig's teeth and picked two big ones to give to Song Fusheng.

Song Fusheng saw that the blood was paste, and his heart reacted, he didn't say that he didn't understand, he said, "Grandpa, I don't want it." ”

"Tsk, take it, ward off evil spirits, the bigger it is, the more evil spirits will be warded off."

Song Fusheng took it over at this time, since it was to ward off evil spirits, he wanted to go back and wash it, and after washing, he would send one to his daughter and Mi Shou.

A few little daughters-in-law wanted to scald the pig's hair with boiling water, and someone stepped forward to stop them, and an old man said that this wild boar hair is also a good thing, and he didn't believe it.

Tian Xifa was in the pot, and he was sure when he heard the words, yes, the wild boar hair was burned to ashes and kept, and it was smeared with sesame oil to cure scalding and burns, my father said.

Listen, even wild boar hair is not allowed to be thrown.

Song Fusheng thought to himself:

No matter what era it is, our descendants of Yan and Huang have all survived the hard days, and there is no one who can live a better life and endure hardships than us.

Even the ingredients and practices on the dinner table in later generations have been passed down from generation to generation, a kind of wisdom inheritance.

Mrs. Wang carefully took the pig's blood from the disemboweled pig's belly and put the pig's blood in the basin.

The hot blood that has just been released, with a large amount of cold water, will clump after a while.

Mrs. Wang was busy adding water to it, adding a little salt, holding a round wooden stick and stirring, she wanted to make blood tofu, cook it well, and use her life's good skills to cook blood tofu that was not easy to break.

The women were even more busy in the courtyard, and they were not at all too cold, and they cut the large pieces of oil that had been taken from the pigs into small pieces, and they were about to boil the white and fragrant lard.

Just look, they poured the small pieces of lard cut into the big iron pot, added some water to it, and the small pieces of lard in the oil pot were fried over and over again, from white to golden yellow, and in a short time, the fragrance filled the entire air.

It's all attracted to the babies.

Even Song Fuling and Qian Mishou hurriedly put on their hats and ran out.

Song Poria didn't want to go around the oil pot, but she couldn't control it, this body was too unproductive, why was it so fragrant?

Together with a group of children, she circled the pot, and occasionally the pot popped like oil exploded in water, scaring them a few meters away, and after a while they came over again.

You must know that frying lard is the most fragrant moment in the matter of killing pigs, not only can you get two large pots of white meat oil from these lards, which can be kept for stir-frying and stewing in the future, but also at the end of frying lard, they are almost fried, and you can get oil residue to eat.

The oil residue came out of the pot, fragrant and crispy, Song Fusheng's aunt stuffed one in Song Fuling's mouth, and when Song Fuling bit it, a mouthful of grease flowed out from both sides of her mouth.

Song Fuling was among the children, and cheekily asked for a few pieces from the uncle, and then she pulled Mi Shou and went to the sugar jar where she made the cake, dipped it in the sugar, and said Mi Shou in her mouth.

"Oh, sister, it's delicious," Mi Shou ate a mouth full of oil, and after finishing with a milky voice, he shook his body happily because he ate well, and became beautiful.

In Mi Shou's exclamation, the children outside suddenly laughed and screamed, and cheered in unison.

Because they can understand who the boss is, mainly Song Jinbao is behind the organization.

They pestered Song Fusheng one by one, hugged their little fists, and said to Song Fusheng as if they were thanking: "Third uncle, please, make pies, third uncle." ”

The third uncle rubbed a few small head melons nearby, and said with a smile: "Medium." ”

Bang, bang, bang, several cutting boards at the same time, the sound of chopping radishes, all the sound of brushing.

There are so many people, pure meat filling, that designation can't be done, Song Fusheng agreed, and the old lady didn't let it.

Let's live a long life, don't we?

But one by one they are clamoring for pies, and I don't know what these children think. You can only have more radish filling and less meat, which is still okay.

Song Fugui suddenly worked while reminiscing about the bittersweet and said to Grandpa Song:

"Grandpa, do you remember one year during the Chinese New Year, I went to your house to borrow money, your family was drinking pig blood soup, and the pork belly fried on high fire was also served on the table.

Did I eat it, you asked? I said I ate it, but I was far away, and my stomach was still growling, and I couldn't wait to squat outside your house and smell it.

Really, I'm not afraid of your jokes at all, my mother knows about it. For a while, I dreamed of your pig's blood soup and fried belly for more than a month, and the dream was full of that smell. ”

Grandpa Song thought of the past and felt that he was alone, to be honest, he could only be regarded as average for these juniors.

After all, his conditions are also limited.

It's over, it's still a little picky, and I have my own careful thoughts.

Now that I am experiencing life and death, and then I think back on the past, I somehow feel so guilty in my heart, an indescribable feeling.

Therefore, as soon as he pouted, he added behind Song Fusheng: "Tonight, there will be another pig blood soup, and then a hot pork belly." ”

"Grandpa!" Song Fugui suddenly turned his head, and the emotion on his face was no less than that of the little babies just now, and even his eyes were red.

In the heavy snow, the famous big white fat girls in Renjia Village, with their hands in the sleeves of their cotton jackets, stood on the other side of the river, sniffing their noses, where did they come from? Why is this incense, it can't be the other side, right?