Songjia Village is close to the town, easy to travel, and close to Mao'er Mountain, and the wild vegetables in the mountains are all over the mountain.

Usually, the people in the village will catch some chickens and pigs to raise.

If the family conditions are good, during the New Year's holidays, they will kill and add a dish, and those with poor conditions can also sell it to subsidize the family.

A fat pig can also be sold here for two taels of silver, which is enough to pay for odd and eighty expenses.

Some savers, relying on the money saved, can also buy two acres of land.

It can be regarded as having a foundation.

The Song family raised five chickens and two pigs this year.

Two of the chickens have been killed, and there are three chickens and two pigs left.

After two days of banquet, Old Man Song was ready to kill a pig first.

In the past, the Song family also killed pigs.

However, most of the pigs that were killed were sold for money near the end of the year, so that the two scholars in the family could study.

Only a small part will be kept for the family to eat during the New Year.

Today, as soon as Old Man Song announced this, the children in the family took the lead in cheering.

One by one, their eyes widened, looking forward to the stars and the moon, looking forward to the arrival of tomorrow.

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Following

The rising sun shone on the earth, gilding the earth with a layer of golden light, illuminating the hearts of the people with warmth.

Shiro sat at the door of the second room with a small stool early, looking at the door without blinking.

Song Qingmo, who was in the third room, also got up early, sitting at the door of the third room, her eyes looking out from time to time.

"It's coming, it's coming, the butcher is coming." Song Chengyi pushed open the door and shouted at the courtyard.

"It's coming! Here it comes! Shiro, Song Qingmo stood up and shouted.

In the eyes of children, killing pigs and eating meat is undoubtedly the happiest thing.

Killing pigs is also a big deal in the eyes of adults.

Old man Song, Zhou's, the big room, the second room, and the third room, all those who are at home, and those who can come out have come out.

This time, the butcher invited by Song Chengyi, surnamed Zhang, opened a pork shop in the town, and Song Qingyuan once bought pork leg bones in his shop.

Butcher Zhang put down his business, stood in front of the pigsty, and looked at the pigs in the pigsty.

"Old man, your pig is raising well! It is to raise it again, and it can grow stronger. Butcher Zhang said regretfully.

Old Man Song sighed, Butcher Zhang was right, this pig is not yet time to be killed.

Rural people, generally kill pigs during the New Year, and the month of raising them is also killed according to the New Year, and now they are killed in advance, which is obviously not so fat.

"Now I have to use it at home, and the pork I bought is too expensive, so let's kill it." Old Man Song said.

"The old man was promoted, this is a good thing, we have to celebrate." Butcher Zhang smiled.

On the way, he heard Song Chengyi talk about Old Man Song's promotion.

I really didn't expect that the Song family still had this creation!

As he spoke, a shelf was set up with wood in the open space in the courtyard of the Song family, and a board was placed next to it.

The kitchen stove was already boiling hot water.

Zhou led his three daughters-in-law, each holding a large wooden basin, and waited on the side.

"Catch the pig!" Old Man Song waved his hand and beckoned several sons and grandsons.

The old man gave an order, Song Chengyi, and Song Chengli took Erlang into the pigsty.

Shiro has a little short leg, and he has to follow up.

was taken out by Zhou, "Stay aside, don't get in the way here." ”

"I'm also helping to catch pigs!" Shiro said that he was about to go to the pigsty.

Li grabbed Shiro by the back of his neck, "Get out of the way, that pig is something you can catch, and it won't kill you." ”

"I'm going, I'm going, I'm going to catch pigs." Shiro struggled hard.

However, he was small and had little strength, and he was dragged to death by the Li family.

"Whew!" There was an earth-shattering howl, and Shiro's body trembled, and he didn't mention catching pigs.

A pair of small eyes, squinting, excited and scared to look at the pigsty.

The wooden door of the pigsty creaked as it was slammed, and howls rang out one after another.

In a few moments, the pig's limbs were tied, lifted out and hung on a wooden shelf.

Butcher Zhang picked up his pig-killing knife and symbolically sharpened it on the whetstone.

Picking up the knife, he walked towards the pig.

Song Qingyuan turned her head away, closed her eyes, covered Shiro's eyes with one hand, the scene was too bloody, she better not watch it, so as not to have nightmares at night.

"I want to see, I want to see!" Shiro grabbed Song Qingyuan's hand.

"Whew!" With an earth-shattering howl, Butcher Zhang's hand fell with a knife, and blood was sprayed out.

Shiro was stunned in fright, his small eyes widened, and he grabbed Song Qingyuan with his hands.

"Sister, it's terrible!" Shiro whispered, his eyes couldn't help it, and he meowed to the dead pig.

Song Qingyuan lightly collapsed and bounced over, bear child! Don't let you see it.

"Come and get the blood." Butcher Zhang put away his knife and beckoned.

The Zhou family hurriedly brought the basin over, and the pot of pig blood was quickly filled.

"Put cold water!" Zhou instructed, and he took out a pinch of salt and added it.

Stir slowly so that the pig's blood will not coagulate, and the steamed pig's blood will be delicate.

The male of the Song family poured hot water on the pig.

When it was almost over, Butcher Zhang changed a scraper in his hand to defeather the steaming pig.

The next step is to remove the pig's internal organs.

Then the pig is placed on the cutting board, deboned, and the meat is divided.

A pig, processed to this extent, is considered to be killed.

Old Man Song gave Butcher Zhang fifty wen for killing pigs.

"Old man, if you can't use the meat, you can sell it to me." Zhang Butcher said.

His pork shop sells pork every day, it can't be all his own pigs, it's more pork he collected after helping others kill pigs.

After all, no one can eat a pig, especially in summer.

It won't take long to leave it out, and it will break.

"How much does it cost?" Old Man Song asked about the price.

You can't eat pork, and it's inevitable that you will sell some of it.

"Old man, this is not a New Year, but it is not a festival, and this pork cannot be sold at a high price." Butcher Zhang groaned slightly, "That's it, I'll take eight cents a pound." ”

"The eight dollars are too low!" Old Man Song shook his head.

During the Chinese New Year, it can be sold for eleven or two articles.

"Old man, you go and inquire, these ten miles and eight towns, the price I give is the fairest." Butcher Zhang smiled.

"It's not the first time I've killed pigs for your family, dealing with your family, if I'm dead and black, do you dare to use me."

"Otherwise, you inquire first and see who still buys it, and if it can't be sold, you can find me again."

"But quickly, this pork will not be good if it is left out for a long time." Butcher Zhang said, and cleaned up his own affairs.

There are many people who ask him to kill pigs, and he is not worried about having no place to collect pork.

Until Butcher Zhang walked out of the gate of the Song family, Old Man Song did not spit out and sell meat.

Eight dollars a pound is indeed too low, and the old man's brows are tightly locked.