Today, Shen Ruoqing had just finished exercising with a few small radish heads in the morning, when he heard the sound of the bell ringing in the village.

It turned out that he was going to kill the New Year's pig.

This is one of the most high-profile days in the village, when the pigs that have been raised for a year are finally slaughtered.

Under the command of Captain Tang, the barn field was particularly lively. There was a stove in the corner, and several cauldrons were boiling water, and one of them had a large wooden barrel on top of it, and another pot was straight on top of the barrel, and there was a burst of wine around it, which was brewing local wine.

In the pigsty, the pigs that had been raised for a year seemed to sense something and were humming uneasily.

"This year's pig is not as fat as last year, and the largest one is only about 150 catties." Someone saw the pig's thin head and shook his head.

No way, there is no food to feed the pigs this year, and the little subsidy allocated above is given to people to eat, and most of the pigs are eating pigweed from the children in the village, and it is strange that they can gain weight.

Shen Ruoqing usually rarely cares about the pigs in the pigsty in the village, and he can't help but be shocked when he sees such a thin pig, some of these pigs are not as fat as the wild boar that he received last time. It seems that I can get some feed, so that next year's pigs can be fattened.

"Master, the water is boiling! It's time to get started! "There was someone shouting on the other side of the stove.

The invited master pig killer answered, threw away the cigarette he was smoking, and shouted, "Come a few people, drag all the pigs out." ”

A few strong young men in the village, with their hands on the stones, jumped into the pigsty and reached out to grab the ears of the pigs. There were also a few powerful brothers who rushed up, one person and one leg, and lifted the New Year pig out.

The pig also knew that he was coming to the end of his life, and struggled with all his might, but in the face of these good laborers, its struggle did not work at all.

There were two benches in the middle of the barn, and Captain Tang unloaded the door panel early and put it on the bench, "One, two, three!" Everyone worked together to lay the big fat pig flat and press it on the door panel.

"Look at the pig killing, watch the pig kill!" Several dolls shouted and gathered around.

However, they didn't dare to surround too inside, they only dared to circle outside and watch from afar. Shen Ruoqing and others are also among them. Although the scene of killing the New Year's pig is too bloody, everyone knows that killing the New Year's pig is equivalent to having meat to eat, and they don't mind at all, and the barn is full.

Except for the pigs in the village who handed in the task, the rest can only kill three.

"Hold it down!" The master pig killer shouted, went to the root of the wall to take his own guy, carried a bamboo basket in his left hand, which contained sharp knives, boning knives, scrapers, meat hooks, wooden vertebrae and other pig killing tools, and carried a long iron skewer with the thickness of a big finger on his shoulder, and two iron planers for shaving were strung at one end of the iron chisel, and he walked with a "clang" sound.

Returned to the side of the plank, put the thing down with a bang, took out the pig-killing knife, stretched out his thumb to test the edge, and nodded with satisfaction, "Bring the basin!" ”

A large wooden basin was placed under the pig's neck, the pig killer master covered the pig's mouth with his left hand, picked up the cold and shining pig-killing knife with his right hand, aimed at the key position of the neck, stabbed in and out again, poof, and the pig's blood with foam fell into the basin.

At first, it sprayed like a fountain, and when the wooden basin was almost full, the pig didn't struggle, Zheng Huaqiang still didn't let go, and the old pig killer knew that the pig was not completely dead at this time, and if he let go early, the pig might run away as soon as he turned over. Lin

After being stabbed so hard, the pig will definitely not survive, but it is not good to run around with blood after all, and the pig's blood will not be wasted!

"That's it!" When the pig's blood turned into small strands and flowed downward, the master pig killer let go, and the pig was completely dead at this time.

Someone hurriedly sprinkled salt into the pig's blood, this is to speed up the coagulation of the pig's blood, and after the coagulation is done, it is blood tofu, which is fried with chili peppers, and the taste is very beautiful.

The big guy continued to be busy, and the boiling water at this time played a role. The pig was carried into a wooden barrel and poured with boiling water, and the pig's hair was ripped off with a casual pull.

Dehairing is a technical job, and there are many small fluffs on the pig's body, which are all used by the pig killer to remove the hair.

After the hair is almost gone, hang the pig upside down, cut the belly with a knife, expose a cavity of pork belly, pig liver, pig intestines, etc., and then gently cut the tendons with a knife. The water was cleaned up, revealing the white lard.

This lard is what every family wants.

After all, lard can be fried with vegetable oil, which is much more fragrant, and the oil residue refined from lard is also delicious.

When the three New Year pigs have been killed and the meat is divided, Captain Tang will divide the meat according to centimeters. Captain Tang has always taken care of Shen Ruoqing's family, and the lard naturally gave a piece to the Shen family. However, this time the pigs will not be divided, and all these pigs will be used to make pig-killing dishes, so that the people in the village can have a good meal.

Naturally, the educated youth point also got pork, but it didn't get lard, but the pork it got was not good or bad, so there was nothing wrong with it.

The rest of the pigs were taken away by the commune and weighed, a total of seven hundred and twelve pounds, and the price of the pigs was four cents a pound, and a total of two hundred and eighty-four yuan were obtained. However, this money is not divided, and you have to save it for expenses such as buying piglets next year.

The pig-killing dish is cooked by a few aunts in the village who cook delicious dishes.

They have been making this pig killing dish for several years, and their craftsmanship is still good, and they can make all the pigs into delicious dishes. Shen Ruoqing secretly changed the water used for cooking, and he was also looking forward to this pig-killing dish.

Everyone came back from home with bowls and waited to eat the pig-killing dish.

Because there is no surplus grain this year, the village does not provide staple food, only one meal of pig killing.

Mrs. Ji asked her son to take the pork home, and there was already a long queue with a few small ones. Educated youths can also share pig killing dishes, Shu Lijuan They have never eaten pig killing dishes, and they are also very interested in it.

Hundreds of people eat it, even if you add potato vermicelli, it's not enough to eat. So I asked everyone to go back to eat the food.

Shen Ruoqing went to get a pound of grain wine, and several people in the village went to drink today, this grain wine cost a dime or two, and it cost a dollar, which was for Shen Xiangnan and Shen Xiangxi's two brothers to drink, Shen Xiangdong couldn't drink yet, this pound of grain and wine was enough for the two of them to drink several times.

The food is good, and the rice can't be bad. The Shen family cooked white rice, and today is a good day, so they didn't make black flour buns for the Wang family. It's troublesome to cook two meals a day.

Shen Ruoqing tasted a bite of the pig-killing dish, it tasted really good, and with rice, it was amazing. Especially this blood sausage, the taste is positive.

After eating, the Shen family began to work. This time, the Shen family took all the meat they received and smoked it to make bacon. Although the weather is already cold, the bacon can be preserved for a long time. The lard weighed a pound, and it was all refined into oil and oil residue, Shen Ruoqing sprinkled a handful of white sugar and gave it to a few small ones to eat.

(End of chapter)