In these years, the technology of casting iron in the countryside is really average, and the iron knife is easy to rust, and when it rusts, it is dull and not easy to use.

Song Haonian dipped in water and sharpened the dark red rust on the surface of the blade with a grinding stone, sharpened the blade to a bright one, scraped the blade with his thumb to test the sharpness, and felt very satisfied.

Li Baihe heard the panicked chirping of several half-sized chickens, suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly called out to Song Haonian: "Hey, come here!"

She really didn't know what to call Song Haonian, so she had to call it vaguely.

Song Haonian heard it, came in to look at her, Lily pursed her lips, and said, "Pick a little rooster and kill it, keep the hen to lay eggs." ”

Roosters are really not much use except for crowing and breeding. This nest of hens must be kept to lay eggs, she is not in a hurry to hatch chicks to raise, when it is time to hatch chicks, you can also borrow roosters from elsewhere, and then give people a hen or half a basket of eggs, so calculated, it is indeed more cost-effective to kill roosters.

Song Haonian couldn't help grinning when he heard what she said, he was a man, and his heart was not very careful, but as soon as he heard her, he understood that killing a rooster is indeed better than killing a hen.

His daughter-in-law, married for half a year, usually dumbfounded, seeing him is like a mouse seeing a cat, today finally has some meaning to live, so he suddenly feels that the days are brighter.

Here Song Haonian went to the kitchen, boiled a big pot of hot water on the stove, and went to the yard to catch a half-sized little rooster, held down his wings, bent his neck to the back of his neck, and cut the trachea with a knife, and the chicken stopped struggling.

Bloodletting, all the blood is put in a stoneware bowl, the chicken is thrown in a wooden basin with boiling water, and most of the chicken feathers will naturally fall off when you wipe it with your hands.

There were some fluff and hair roots that were not easy to fall off, and Song Haonian scalded them again, plucking the hair roots little by little.

Then he took a knife and made two cuts in the thigh of the chicken, broke it open, and took out the internal organs and the pouch. Put the edible offal—chicken heart, chicken stomach, and kidney—in a small bowl, and throw the rest that can't be eaten into a broken dustpan made of bamboo, and bring it back to Brother Liu's dog to eat.

There is a thick layer of dead skin on the chicken feet, which can be wiped off as soon as the hot water is hot. The neck is cut, the dirt inside is washed off, the crown has not yet grown, and the dirt on the head and the keratin on the mouth and tongue are rubbed off. The chicken was scalded inside and out with hot water, and then the chicken was killed.

In the basket sent by sister-in-law Liu in the morning, in addition to buns, there was also a handful of dried wild mountain mushrooms, and Song Haonian picked a few large ones and soaked them in hot water.

Re-boil a pot of hot water, cut the chicken in half left and right, hang half under the eaves, and generally chop the chicken into pieces and cook it in the pot.

The chicken feathers are still useful, pick the color is good-looking, Mao Feng left some of them to dry in the yard, and the others and the sewage in the wooden basin were splashed far away.

After cleaning up these, Song Haonian couldn't be idle, watching the fence break down a lot, and a few chickens jumping in and out, it really didn't look like a word.

Lily is so sick these days that they can't care about raising chickens at all, they are hungry and run outside to find food in the woods, and come back when they are full.

Song Haonian thought about it and drove all the chickens into an empty room in his house. There are three thatched houses in his house, one in the middle is used as a bedroom, the east one is the kitchen, and the grain and firewood are also placed in the kitchen, and the west one is empty, and some farm tools and the like are placed.

At that time, the eldest girl originally wanted to raise the piglets in the west house, but she was timid and didn't dare to tell Song Haonian, so she had to keep them in the yard first, but she was stolen and stepped on the fence.

At this time, Song Haonian looked at the broken fence, it was not pleasing to the eye, and he thought that it was better to make up for it.

Enter the door and say hello to Lily: "The chicken has been stewed, I'll chop some wicker and come back, you ......"

Song Haonian was halfway through, not knowing whether to say, "Don't be afraid when you're home alone", or "Don't run around at home", scratched his head, and went out with a knife.

The Baishui River meanders out of the low hills to the plains, turning a gentle arc, and on the side of the flat terrain and fertile soil, is the town of Aohagi.

The streets and alleys of the town are planted with willow trees, almost every house has one or two weeping willows in front of the door, in spring and summer, thousands of green silk ribbons hang down, swaggering blue water and white geese, very beautiful.

In winter, the willows resemble old men with thinning hair, hanging their branches listlessly.

Song Haonian's family lives on the edge of Qingliu Town, only two or three hundred steps out, the next slope is the Baishui River, and there are large and small willow trees in the cracks of the rocky beach by the river. He didn't want to cut down the low willow tree in front of his fence, so he walked quickly to the river.

The branches of the fence should not be too soft, otherwise they will not stand up, and they must not be too hard, so that they will not be bent and woven into a fence.

Song Haonian and his brothers built their three thatched huts little by little, so he had experience in building fences, climbed trees, cut a few suitable branches, and changed another tree to cut down.

You can't cut down a tree all at once, you have to give it some breathing room to grow again next year, this is the experience of farmers.

After a while, Song Haonian cut down a dozen or so branches, pulled a thin branch and tied them into a bundle, carried them home, took out the iron pickaxe from the west house, and tried his hand on the ground under the fence.

It had just snowed, and the ground was so frozen that it went down with a head, but it left a white mark.

It took several digging times to dig out a pit, put a few branches in a certain direction, and cover the soil and step on it. Then weave the remaining branches together with the existing fence, and it will be completed.

After these things were done, the chicken in the pot also began to exude fragrance, Song Haonian opened the lid of the pot to see the color of the meat, poured the soaked wild mountain mushrooms into it and cooked it together, and took a cage drawer made of bamboo, loaded the remaining buns in the morning and put them on the pot, and heated the steamed buns with the steam used to cook the chicken soup.

When the buns are hot, the chicken soup is almost ready, the salt shaker is yellowed and lumpy coarse salt, pound some particles with a wooden spoon and put them in the soup, Song Haonian used the ashes in the stove to extinguish the firewood, and directly brought the pot with the cage drawer to the bedroom.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Lily's hands propped up on the side of the bed, so weak that she couldn't stand. Song Haonian hurriedly put down the pot, stepped over with an arrow step, and pressed Lily on the bed: "What are you messing with!"

Lily snorted: "I, I ......"

"The doctor said not to let you move, take care of it!" Song Haonian said sternly. Seeing that she was so thin, Song Haonian was really afraid that she would be blown away by the wind as soon as she went out.

Lily was anxious and embarrassed, and blurted out: "I want to relieve myself!"