Lu Changhua got on Lao Lu's rubber-tyred car at the intersection.

The rubber-tyred car did not stop, and ran back with black smoke in its mouth.

It was only half-past four, and it was getting dark.

Dark clouds were over, and the north wind was crackling with snow particles crackling against the glass of the cab.

There was frost hanging on the window, and sitting inside, Lu Changhua still felt a cold wind coming in through the cracks.

"Master Lu, it's almost the New Year, you want to stop too, right?"

"I have to listen to the leader's greeting, ready to move at any time, who knows when they will have something."

Lao Lu stared at the road in front of him with his eyes and spoke without looking back.

"It's too cold, smoke a cigarette to warm up."

Lu Changhua took out one and gave it to Lao Lu.

Lao Lu grinned, opened his mouth to take the cigarette roll handed over by Lu Changhua, took a puff, and let the warm green smoke turn around in his cold lungs, and then slowly spit it out reluctantly.

The green smoke turned into a white mist, spewing out from the corners of his nose and mouth.

The road surface is connected with the snow in the drainage ditches on both sides, and it has long been impossible to distinguish where the road is and where the ditch is.

The two long curved ruts suggest that this is a road.

The rubber-tyred car's headlights are on.

The two orange lights change brightness depending on the size of the throttle.

Faintly visible ruts on the road.

Fortunately, Lao Lu modified the exhaust pipe and walked around the cab, which brought some warmth to this iron shell with little temperature difference between inside and outside.

But it is also two heavens of ice and fire.

The pants under his feet are about to be baked, and the chest and back are still cold.

This kind of suffering in the cold can only be experienced by those who are in it.

I finally got home.

Lu Changhua's legs and feet were already numb.

He greeted Lao Lu and walked home with his things.

Lu's mother pushed the door to greet her, but Xiong Bao rushed out of the door first.

Lao Lu could only follow behind.

"Son, are you back?"

"How did you come back?"

Lao Lu took two steps and took the package from his son's hand.

"Come into the house."

Lu's mother dragged him into the house.

Xiong Bao pounced, stretching out his paws for a hug.

Lu Changhua touched its head and walked in first.

"Get in here."

Lu's mother roared.

Xiong Bao obediently followed the master into the house.

Mobao and Treadsnow were already waiting at the door of the living room.

Lu Changhua, who was cold, came in, and the two of them screamed, shaking their heads and shaking their butts.

They wanted to wag their tails, but the tails were just two toothpicks, and they couldn't see clearly whether they shook them or not. It's quite conspicuous when the butt swings.

At this moment, a group of little children are sitting in the house, watching children's programs. Seeing that Lu Changhua was back, they shouted "second brother" in their mouths and continued to stare at the TV.

Lu Changhua took off his coat, stomped his feet, untied his cotton shoes, and kicked them on the kang.

Lu's mother pulled over a small quilt and put it on his feet.

"It's freezing."

"It's okay, it's fine."

Lao Lu came in and put the large and small packages on the kang.

I didn't mention what these things were.

Lu Changhua got up and put these on the box.

"Eat, starve."

"Okay, eat, eat."

Lao Lu moved to the side and stood on the edge of the kang.

Lu's mother went to the kitchen to get the dishes quickly.

Tonight I ate squirrel fish.

There are a lot of fish at home, and now three meals a day are big fish.

This can be envied to death in other people's homes, but in the Lu family, this is daily life.

"It's almost the New Year, let's find a time to kill our pigs."

Lu Changhua is now tired of seeing fish.

"I also said I'd kill your brother when he got married."

Lu's mother said.

"Just buy some meat for the New Year, and the pig will keep your brother to get married."

"Dad, you're all gone, I still have to take care of the pigs?"

Lu Changhua thought about it, as soon as his parents left, what could these two big fat pigs do?

"Also, Changhua is at home alone, and he has to raise fish and serve two pigs, which is really too busy."

"Kill it now, what will happen when the boss gets married?"

"My brother's wedding banquet is a banquet, and I don't do it myself, can you still send pork to the guest house?!"

The First Clan

Lao Lu heard his son say this, pondered for a moment, and said, "Yes." Then find a time to kill it. ”

In the past few days, all the people who should have been on vacation have been on vacation, and only a few leaders of the team site are still insisting on going to work.

The news that the Lu family was going to kill the New Year's pig instantly detonated the neighbors.

When I watched TV that night, I made an appointment to start early tomorrow morning.

Lu Changhua was woken up early in the morning by the sound of a pig.

By the time he got dressed and went out to look, a fat pig had already begun to shed its hair.

His body was blown round and lying on a wooden kang table.

A large basin of boiling water is under the table.

Uncle Hu and Uncle Mao are shaving pig hair.

An enamel basin was filled with pig's blood.

Old Lu is stirring in the pig's blood with a fast son.

"Dad, it's done so soon?"

"Kill one, and kill that one in two days."

Lao Lu was busy carrying pig blood into the kitchen, and he didn't say a few words to him.

Uncle Hu pressed the pig's head and said to Lu Changhua with a smile: "This pig is fat, it has to be more than 300 catties." ”

"I can't stop watching. Look at this head, how much food you have eaten. ”

Uncle Mao wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, helped the cotton hat, soaked the hair scraper in boiling water, scooped a scoop of boiling water and poured it on the fat pig, and buried himself in shaving the pig's hair.

At this time, the morning was bitterly cold.

The yard was filled with the smell of pig blood and pig hair.

On the ground, there was a pool of solidified black and red, and a pile of pig hair was frozen in the ice.

Most of the fat pig's body was bare and white, and the basin of boiling water under the table was steaming.

Lao Lu took out another basin of boiling water from the pot in the kitchen and poured it directly over the pig's hair.

"Scratch."

"You come and scratch for a while, I'll rest."

Uncle Mao is not tall and tired, and his tired hands are soft.

Uncle Hu spat and said, "Hurry up and get out of the way, I'll come." ”

He snatched the hair scraper and shaved it.

Large patches of pig hair were shaved off, revealing white skin.

In winter, shaving pig hair is generally done on the cauldron, and the fire is burning at the bottom, and the water in the pot is always on, so that the efficiency of scalding pig hair is much higher.

But the kitchen of the Lu family is not big, and if you get the pig in, you can't turn around at all.

There was no way, Lao Lu discussed with the two of them, so they just scalded it in the open air in the yard, that is, boiled more boiling water and used more time.

Lu Changhua found a rake, put together the pig hair they had scraped off, and used a shovel to carry it directly out of the yard and throw it in the snow.

If you don't clear these pig hairs in time, they will freeze in the yard, and the smell will be bad as soon as spring begins.

Besides, it also attracts flies.

The fat pig's hair is almost hot.

Lao Lu personally took charge of the knife, first unloaded the head and hooves into the water, and put the pig's head and four hooves into the kitchen.

The water was put into a large basin and carried into the kitchen for disposal.

Some offal are not eaten.

The trachea and lungs do not eat.

The bitter gall is to be specifically found and cut off.

Some people will come specifically to cure the bitter gall.

Lao Lu tied the bitter gall with a thin cotton thread, hung it outside the entrance door, and froze it directly.

Some people like to eat pig hearts, but the Lu family doesn't like them, so the pig hearts are also cut off.

The old beard said: "The pig's heart is a good thing, don't give it to me at your house." ”

"Okay, the pig's heart is for you."

Uncle Hu took the pig's heart and took it home.

Uncle Mao shouted from behind: "You old boy come back quickly, you're going to cut meat and stumble." ”

"Yes."

Lao Hu not only came back by himself, but also called Aunt Hu over.

Aunt Hu connected with Aunt Mao again, and even brought Sister-in-law He next door.

The water needs to be cleaned, and Lu's mother takes the lead in the living room.

"Changhua, go pour your stomach."

"Okay."

Lu Changhua really can't take it alone.

He went to the outside of the hospital with his sister-in-law, turned the pig's belly over, and poured it clean.

He threw the pig's belly into the clean snow and rubbed it clean with the snow.

It's almost over, so I carried it back.

It's almost noon.

The Lu family has already stewed a big pot of good things.

The first is the bloody neck, which is the location of the knife edge. The meat was cut off in large strips and thrown into the pot.

Wash the clean small intestine, pour pig blood directly, make a blood sausage, and throw it into the pot to boil.

The pork liver will also be boiled in and can be left if someone wants it.

Of course, some people will boil the pig's head in it.

The Lu family's pot can't hold a pig's head, so we can only talk about it next time.

When you see that you are almost cooked, you will cut in two sauerkraut and cook them together.

This is the famous pig-killing dish in the Northeast.

On this side, the pig-killing dish is stewed, and the meat on the other side begins to be divided.

First, the fat pig that has removed the head and hooves into the water is chopped open from the ridge and divided into two. Then divide the meat stumbling into three parts: front legs, back and ribs.

Lao Lu cut off another piece of crest meat as the main ingredient for the stir-fry.

In the rib part, after separating the ribs, three pieces of pork belly were cut, each weighing more than two catties. This is a return gift for those who have come to help.

When they returned from eating the pig-killing vegetables, they had to take them with them.

The other five flowers are divided into strips, each of which is hung in their own barn with hemp rope.

In such an environment, pork can be frozen and kept fresh until the beginning of spring.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the Lu family had a banquet.

The big pot of pig-killing dishes was served, the old men all held their wine glasses, happily enjoying the fruits of their labor, and Mother Lu and these women also tasted the soft and glutinous pork.

Lu Changhua accompanied them for a drink, ate some food, and then went to the reservoir with the lunch box.

There's a silly boy there, looking forward to it.