The fat pigs seemed to sense that the situation was not good, and when Zeng Chuidong, who Zeng Zhi had invited to help, walked into the pigsty, they began to scream at the top of their throats.

These fat pigs are not fed with feed, and some are even stocked in the wild, especially the three fat pigs fed by Zeng Zhi's family, in the past half a year, they have been fed with vegetables, feet, leaves and fruits rich in aura, therefore, the fat pigs are not only muscular, but also have a small voice, just like many plateau singers, and the treble goes straight to the sky.

The screams of the 10 fat pigs resounded through the whole village at once, just like a choir giving a concert, and woke up the whole village.

However, Zeng Chuidong and the others were not disturbed by the noise at all, they worked in groups of three, and immediately grabbed the target after seeing it, pulled it to the ground, and trapped the limbs and mouth of the fat pig, and their movements were extremely skillful.

In the blink of an eye, the 10 fat pigs could only lie on the ground and let out a heavy wheezing sound, waiting for them would be snow-white pig-killing knives.

Next, Zeng Chuidong and the others began to carry the bundled fat pigs to the yard, ready to slaughter them.

As soon as Zeng Chuidong, Zeng Yao, and Zeng Youguang lifted a fat pig onto a wooden pig-killing stool about half a meter wide and two meters long, Zeng Weichao walked over with a foot-long pig-killing knife, patted the fat pig that couldn't move, shaved off the pig hair at the appropriate lower knife part, and then rinsed it with water.

The pig blood that will be killed after a while must be immediately filled with pig blood sausage, so the sanitation work must always be in place.

Zeng Weichao has been engaged in the work of slaughtering for more than 30 years, and he is definitely a veteran of killing pigs and sheep.

The fat pig that had been bound in its mouth tried to let out an earth-shattering scream, but it couldn't do anything, and its limbs and body were also firmly pressed on the stone platform by Zeng Chuidong and others, and they could only helplessly feel the blood and vitality in the body being lost rapidly.

After a while, the gushing pig blood slowly dried up, and the strength of the fat pig's struggle approached zero.

"That's it!" Zeng Weichao waved his hand and motioned to Zeng Chuidong and them to carry the dead fat pig away.

Next to the pig killing stool, there were already many people ready next to an all-wood trough basin, Zeng Chuidong and they had just put the fat pig they had killed into the trough basin, and buckets of boiling water poured down on the pig.

Under the action of boiling water, the pores of the pigskin expand, and then scrape with a planer, the pig's hair and the stains on the pigskin will fall off in a blink of an eye, turning into a white and fat pig.

When Zeng Chuidong and his group began to shed the hair of this fat pig, Zeng Weichao had already led another team of men and horses and began to slaughter the second fat pig.

In general, this slaughter is somewhat similar to an assembly line operation.

This is also something that can't be helped, mainly because Zeng Zhi's family has to slaughter 10 fat pigs at one time, if you don't do this, you won't be busy all day today.

Because slaughtering a fat pig according to the local method, including a series of procedures such as pig killing, hair removal, and disembowelment, takes at least an hour.

That is to say, slaughtering 10 fat pigs, not according to the assembly line operation, at least without rest for more than 10 hours in a row. Even if it's iron, it won't last so long.

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When Zeng Chuidong and the others were skillfully doing the work of killing pigs, removing hair, and opening their stomachs, Zeng Zhi stayed aside. It's not that Zeng Zhi holds his own identity and doesn't participate in the work of killing pigs, but Zeng Chuidong and they don't let him interfere.

Not only this year, Zeng Chuidong and they didn't let Zeng Zhi interfere in the killing of pigs, in fact, since Zeng Zhi went to college, the people in the village have not let him interfere in these things.

In the eyes of the villagers, Zeng Zhi, who was admitted to a prestigious university, is a mortal Wenqu star, how can he do such dirty work as killing pigs?

Not only did everyone not let Zeng Zhi participate in the slaughtering work, but they also connected pig blood, or carried the offal, and everyone didn't let Zeng Zhi interfere.

His job today is to be a good supervisor This is a promising profession.

As for the hot pig's blood, large and small intestines and other internal organs, they were already pulled by the women who were waiting on the sidelines, and began to add glutinous rice milk, pepper powder, pepper, salt, coriander, chopped green onions and other materials to the pig's blood, stirring constantly, ready to be used to fill the pig's blood sausage; The large and small intestines are also cleaned by special personnel, after all, they are used to fill pig blood sausages or sausages.

Everyone in the world thinks that pig blood sausage is a unique dish of pig killing in Northeast China, but they don't know that in the ancient city area, pig blood sausage is also a very famous delicacy.

Moreover, there are many ways to renovate in the ancient city area, and many ethnic minorities will also add potatoes, green peppers and other vegetables to the pig's blood sausage, which has a unique flavor.

Although most of the people in the village are Han Chinese, because they have settled here for hundreds of years, many customs have also been influenced by the local ethnic minorities, and the production method of pig blood sausage has also been minorized.

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When the second fat pig was killed, the sky was already bright, and at least thirty people poured into the courtyard of Zeng Zhi's house, and the closest people to Zeng Zhi's family and the cadres of the village committee all appeared in it. Even Yuan Ling, the director of the village committee from outside, leaked in the courtyard.

But this girl should be afraid of the bloody scene of killing pigs, so after taking a look, she ran away and went to the kitchen to help Zeng Zhi's parents boil water.

To remove the hair of 10 fat pigs, the amount of boiling water needed is quite a lot, because basically a pig needs about half a cubic meter of boiling water, and 10 pigs need 5 cubic meters.

To boil so much water in just a few hours is certainly not the job that one person, one pot can do. After all, there is no dedicated boiler room in the village.

For the rest, there is no need to assign work, and everyone can find their own place.

10 fat pigs, but an hour has been sent to the west by Zeng Weichao, three have been processed, the other three are dehairing in the trough basin, and the remaining four are still lying on the pig killing bench for the time being, waiting for further processing.

Zeng Yao shook his hands that were a little numb, looked at so many people in the courtyard, walked to Zeng Zhi's side, and said with some emotion: "Brother, this face is really big!" ”

When the people in the village kill the New Year pigs, they only kill two or three at most, and most of them only kill one to meet the situation. The clansmen and villagers who came to help were only ten or eight in the sky, where was Zeng Zhi's family so lively today?

This year, of course, it was because of the large number of pigs killed, but also because Zeng Zhi made great contributions to the development of the village, so that the clansmen and villagers saw the hope of the future, so they took the initiative to help.