What Jiang Yan didn't know was that his saliva song became popular in the village for a while.

As long as someone kills a pig in the village, the children in the village will sing this saliva song not far away, making the already bloody picture a little more lively and funny for no reason.

There were two fires in the yard, except for the one they used to kill the pigs, and the remaining firewood pile was for Jiang Yan and them to keep warm.

After the fat pig was bled out, it was quickly divided by Lao Wu and them, and the killing of the New Year pig was mainly for the New Year, so most of the meat was broken down and put aside.

After the people here kill the New Year's pig, they also have to invite close relatives and friends to have a pig killing feast.

One is to celebrate the good day, and the other is to reward the men who helped kill the pigs.

And this meal is the so-called pig-killing dish, the pig-killing dish is not so particular, it is basically a pot of stew, generally pig blood, pig bones and pig offal, generous people, will also make more pork belly.

"Mother, our family killed a pig this year, this meat is also a lot, and there is a lot of pig blood, or smoke some bacon, and then pour more blood sausage."

Lin Xi said with great interest as she roasted the slices of meat in her hands.

When the pork was first broken down, they all divided a palm-sized piece of pork belly, which was gathered around the fire to roast the meat.

"Grandma, grandma, want bacon! Lots and lots of bacon. Little Bean's eyebrows and eyes crooked with a smile.

The little hand girl held the small wooden stick in her hand tightly, drooling greedily at the oily facial features roasted on it.

He continued in a milky voice: "The bacon can be put away for a long time, grandma, if you don't kill the big pig in the future, you can eat bacon." ”

The little guy's greedy saliva and grunting lips shiny, and his big round eyes stared at the piece of meat that was not enough for adults to stuff their teeth.

Jiang Yan smiled: "Irrigation! Boss, you ask Uncle Wu to keep the meat for the New Year, and for the rest, you want to smoke bacon and bacon, and if you want to have an enema, you can do it. ”

"Leave some more out, send some to Jinhua's mother's house, Jinhua hasn't gone back to her mother's house to see it in the past few years, this year you will go to pay a New Year's greeting."

Wang Jinhua was stunned for a few seconds, and looked at Shang Jiang Yan's relieved and determined eyes, her eyes turned red in an instant, and she choked up and said happily: "Mother, thank you." ”

Lin Dong also looked at Jiang Yan with emotion, in the past few years, the family has been hard, and her mother is also strict, she doesn't let Jinhua go back to her parents' house every year, and every year during the New Year, Jinhua always cries all night until dawn.

He was distressed and helpless, he didn't dare to disobey his mother, and he couldn't bear to be sad about his daughter-in-law, and he collapsed several times when he was caught in the middle.

Jiang Yan waved her hand: "Don't always say these words, the previous things were all wrong with my mother, my mother is changing, and in the future, our family will live a good life." ”

Several people glanced at each other, nodded their heads, and sprinkled some chili noodles from their own factories on the barbecue, and the aroma of meat was wanton.

Outside the pavilion is the snow flying in the sky, and inside the pavilion is the laughter and laughter of the Lin family eating meat.

When it was lunch time, people came and went in the yard began to gather, and Xie Sanniang took the lead and took the men who killed pigs to cook pig-killing dishes together.

The Lin family has a lot of base ingredients, and Xie Sanniang's cooking skills have also grown greatly under Jiang Yan's guidance, and the simple pig-killing dishes have also been made particularly delicious by her.

Lin Dong took his two younger brothers to the village to invite a few elders, and called the relatives who knew each other again.

Jiang Yan was still divided into a table with the elders of the village chief, Lin Dong, as the eldest son in the family, greeted the male guests with his younger brothers, and the female dependents were entertained by Wang Jinhua and Liu Xiaomeng.

Xiaodouzi and Song Xiaoshan had been familiar with the children in the village before.

Later, the private school was built, and the children all studied in the same private school, and over time, everyone played together, so that more children came today than adults.

People who don't know each other in the village generally don't go to other people's pig killing banquets, although they are also hungry for meat, but they can't pull off that old face.

But when the children go to eat, the adults all agree, and some of them are fine, and if there are two families in the village who kill the New Year pigs at the same time, they will instigate their children to eat more.

In the afternoon, the snow outside the house is getting heavier and heavier, and from time to time you have to sweep away the snow in the yard, otherwise there will soon be no place to put your feet, and the path outside the house will be even more snowy.

At first, the children were in high spirits about the snowball fight, but as the snow became denser and the wind in the mountains became stronger, the children also had cold teeth and red hands and feet.

"Xiaodouzi, Xiaoshan, you guys go home quickly, the wind and snow outside are getting bigger and bigger, don't play." Jiang Yan shouted at a few children in the courtyard from afar.

The children swarmed around the pavilion, patting each other with the snow on their bodies, their noses turned red from the cold, their lips purple, and their faces full of innocence with a smile.

Jiang Yan trotted into the pavilion, carefully opened the small hands of Xiaodouzi and several people, Xiaodouzi and Xiaoshan are okay, since the beginning of winter, Jiang Yan has been urging the two to wipe the hand balm.

It's just cold and red hands, but it's the other children in the village, almost everyone has frostbite on their hands.

Not only their hands, but also a thin layer of frostbite on their faces, red and skinny, which makes people feel distressed just looking at them.

There was an older one that made Jiang Yan even more shocked, the little guy looked eight or nine years old, maybe because he was older and could help the family do some housework, so the frostbite on his hands was even more serious.

Pus and cracks had begun to leak from it, and it was difficult for his swollen and reddened fingers to even make a fist, and he didn't know how to scratch it as if it hurt, and the blood that flowed out was naturally rubbed on his trouser legs.

Seeing Jiang Yan's eyes staring at him, the little guy scratched his head embarrassedly, and said shyly: "Auntie, hasn't she had chilblains?" Don't be afraid, as long as you don't touch the ice water, it won't grow. ”

"Yes, yes, it's so itchy! It still hurts to scratch! ”

"Hey, I grow every year, and my feet are also long, and I can't sleep at night when it's itchy, but my mother won't let me scratch it."

The children raised their little hands and handed them to Jiang Yan, each pair of little hands had different degrees of chilblains, and a few of them were still trying to take off their socks, wanting to show Jiang Yan their feet.

In the past, Jiang Yan was hated by everyone in the village, not only did adults not like to be next to her, but children were even more afraid of her, but now Jiang Yan is different.

During this time, as long as Xiaodouzi goes out to play, Jiang Yan will pretend to be a lot of snacks for him, Xiaodouzi has a sweet mouth, and wherever he goes, his grandmother is long and his grandmother is short.

Every sentence in her mouth is changing tricks to praise Jiang Yan, plus Jiang Yan went to pick up Xiaodouzi several times, and also gave snacks to the children.

After a long time, the children in the village are no longer afraid of her.