Song Shushu watched this big wild boar snort and run to himself, how could this picture be so familiar!

Now he couldn't care about the physical pain, so he turned over, swished, and rode on the pig's back, and the fishy cheeks entered his nose, and the pig's bristles pierced his chest and face.

This picture is so familiar, the first time I entered the village, I was riding a pig, and now I am here again.

The difference is that no one saw it last time, but this time, a bunch of monsters are looking here, and their faces are all lost to grandma's house.

"Wow!"

Tiger Xiaolin roared, flew over with a pig-killing knife, chased after him, and stabbed him with a forward pounce.

Song Shushu looked at the shining pig-killing knife coming towards him, and he was so frightened that he was scared, this second goods, he wanted to kill the pig or kill himself!

With a pop, the knife almost completely sank into the butt of the big wild boar, and a large amount of blood rushed out along the blood groove again and again!

Hu Xiaolin clenched the handle of the knife and did not let go, the big pig carried the Song book on his back, and dragged Hu Xiaolin, who was half of his body dragged on the ground, rushed out of the compound of the village committee, and ran wildly in the direction of the highway in the south of the village.

"Brother Tiger, think of a way!"

Song Shushu saw the big wild boar snorting, and went straight to the big ditch on the side of the road, screaming in fright!

However, Hu Xiaolin didn't seem to care about him, he was still dragging the handle of the knife in his hand, and he had already drawn a big hole on the pig's buttocks, and was dragged by a wild boar, and the pig's blood was mixed with the soil, all of which were human-like and demon-like!

Song Shushu was so anxious that he couldn't jump off the pig's back and give him a kick, when is this, why don't you hurry up and show your tiger's head in its original form, wait any longer, Lao Tzu, the village chief, will be gone!

When the big wild boar ran to the edge of the trench, the speed finally slowed down, hummed, limped forward, and finally, fell to the ground with a thud, and suppressed half of Song Shushu's body.

This big boar was stabbed in the buttocks, and when he ran, he pulled out a long wound and bled to death!

Killing pigs and buttocks, each has its own way of killing, but this killing method is too cruel and a little too dangerous.

Tiger Roaring Lin wiped the pig's blood and soil on his face, his face was even more flowery, but his teeth were whiter.

"Eh, I'll go, I've finally got it done! This big pork knuckle belongs to me!"

"You can get a yarn! Kill the pig and kill the ass, I'll see you again!" Song Shushu roared angrily

"Kill your ass, don't you kill it too!" Tiger Roaring Forest shouted.

"You are still reasonable, you almost slaughtered me, if you don't hurry up and move the pig away, I'm going to be crushed to death!"

Tiger Roaring Lin stepped forward, moved away from the wild boar, let go of Song Shushu, and then dragged the wild boar's fangs and dragged it back in a gray manner, this time, Song Shushu didn't even bother to hold the pig's tail and put it on a posture, he has been in the village for so long, who doesn't know who.

Finally got this big wild boar back, Tiger Roaring Forest took the main knife, peeled the skin and disemboweled, rotated the pig's head, and broke the pig's feet.

It's really a fat big wild boar, with five finger fat, and ordinary domestic pigs can't raise such fat, it can be seen that this guy has harmed the crops, and now it has entered the stomach of the villagers, which can be regarded as the reincarnation of all things.

This pig-killing knife is placed in Lang Jingkong's hand, divided into it, like a peer going to running water, and the knife does not touch the bones throughout the whole process, it is simply art.

But here in the Tiger Roaring Forest, only the barbarism remains, and the pig-killing knife that is long is used to give the momentum of the machete, and the bones and slag are flying around, only ferocious and violent.

Song Shushu collected the big fat peeled off the pork, as well as the fat plate, into the basin, and when he was ready to boil the meat oil, he said to Wu Tiangui, who was cleaning up the pig's head, while he was cleaning up the pork: "Branch secretary, you see such a big wild boar, we can't eat it, do you call the villagers to open the meat together?"

"Open a fart meat, they are lazy to death, forget it! Don't scream, whoever catches up will take a bite, and if you can't catch up, you will pull it down!" Wu Tiangui said slowly, and then asked: "How do you eat this pig's head?

Song Shushu saw that Wu Tiangui had already cleaned up the pig's head in his slow movements, and the pig's face and pig's nose had been peeled off.

Song Shushu couldn't help but think of a delicacy, and hurriedly said: "Keep it first, I'll get some pig's head stuffy when I'm done!"

"Okay, I'll leave it to you!"

Dealing with a big wild boar is quite cumbersome, fortunately there is also Aunt Xiong, hands and feet quickly deal with all the fat intestines and whatever, the pork is also divided, too fat places, all cut off, put a piece with the plate oil, ready to keep the meat oil.

A large pot of twelve seals, boil the water to boil the meat to remove the blood foam, and then re-add the water to prepare for boiling.

Wild boar because there is no gelding, the meat tastes fishy, and it needs to be heavy, and the cooking wine alone pours a whole bottle, what onions, ginger and garlic, eight-spice peppercorns, fragrant leaflets, Kou pepper or something, it is added to death.

It's a pity that there is no sauerkraut this season, otherwise, this kind of pot with pork stewed sauerkraut is simply incurable.

The most pity is that this guy Hu Xiaolin killed the pig and killed the buttocks, the pig's blood was all dripping, and the most delicious blood sausage must not be eaten.

The elbow waist is full of flowers, and it is stewed in a big pot, because Song Shushu has already processed it in advance, and a lot of seasonings have been added to it, and the fishy smell has been removed, and all that is left is the fragrance of meat.

Somehow, Song Shu book thieves like to see them look like they have never seen the world.

Song Shushu set up two more pots, and when the meat was cooked to five years of maturity, he took out a pork rib and chopped it into small pieces, and then didn't need to add oil, just fried the oil and water, and then added beans and potatoes, and stewed a pot full of pork ribs and stewed potatoes and beans.

Take advantage of this effort, pick up some greens, steam a pot of egg sauce, and when these are all done, the meat in the pot has been boiling for three or four hours, and it is already noon!

Take out the boiled elbows and loins, and put them on the table while they are hot.

Even so, there is still nearly half a pig left, and I can't eat it at all.

Hu Xiaolin chopped the pork into small pieces, packed them one by one, and then he and Hu Li dragged a cart to deliver it to the other meat-eating villagers.

Hu Li was still reluctant to go, until Wu Tiangui promised to wait for them to come back and eat, so he reluctantly dragged the car out.

Song Shushu pondered for a moment, and hurriedly said: "I'll go with Hu Li, just take this opportunity to get to know the residents of the village, I, the village head, still can't recognize all the people, it's too dereliction of duty!"

"Where are you going, there are still dishes that haven't been finished yet!" Wu Tiangui stopped Song Shushu.

Song Shushu had some doubts in his heart, the villagers were not active, saying that they were very lazy, but Wu Tiangui always wanted to separate him from the villagers, could it be that he was afraid that he would seize power?

Even if you have that heart, you don't have that guts!