Chapter 66 The poor little man killed by his uncle 22
Liu Tiezhu limped home carrying twenty kilograms of meat.
After breaking his leg that time, his leg was left with sequelae. It was in unbearable pain when it rained. He could not do heavy work at ordinary times and became a waste.
For the sake of his cousin, Liu Tielin arranged a job of raising cattle for eight work points a day. Although he did not earn ten work points like other men, he was a lame man who could earn eight work points. Not bad.
Many people in the village are jealous of his work.
Raising cattle is an easy job, and you get work points every day, and there are no vacancies even during the New Year. If his eldest cousin hadn't been the captain, someone might have jumped out to take his job.
Liu Tiezhu returned home and gave the meat to Ge Cuilan, "cut off three kilograms to eat during the New Year, and pickle the rest and keep it for spring."
"Head of the family, our family There’s not enough salt.”
Ge Cuilan stared at the meat and swallowed.
She hasn’t eaten meat for a long time. She used to have money and buy meat for free. From time to time, she would go to the county town to buy some meat and bring it back to satisfy her craving.
Since she ran out of money and had to buy meat with coupons, she rarely ate meat. Only during the Chinese New Year would she be willing to kill a chicken and eat some chicken.
“Hey, boss, these days are getting more and more sad. In the past, our family could raise more chickens and sell some eggs in exchange for some salt. But now we are not allowed to raise more chickens, only three chickens. One or two eggs a day is enough for Red Army and Yuzhu to replenish their bodies... The head of the family, I heard, the ministry would send Yuanchun five yuan every month. Years ago Yuan Chun went to the county town with his second cousin sister-in-law, and bought a lot of things in big and small bags. It’s almost the Chinese New Year, and I don’t see her bringing anything to see you, my second uncle.”
Since the last time, there was a ghost. After her throat stopped her from speaking, Ge Cuilan no longer dared to think about taking advantage of Yuanchun. Even when she spoke, she did not dare to lose money and talk about her like a cheap girl.
She was worried that her father-in-law’s ghost was still there and he would hear her.
She didn’t want to experience the fear of being strangled by a ghost again.
Liu Tiezhu glared at her, "What nonsense are you talking about? It's hard enough for a child in Yuanchun, how can I have the nerve to ask her to come see me."
He looked around nervously and found nothing unusual, so he was secretly relieved. After taking a breath, he warned the mother-in-law again, "Don't you pick on Yuan Chun? She What does a child know? Besides, I, the second uncle, can't help her with anything, and I don't have the nerve to ask for her things. ""Okay, hurry up and marinate the meat. If you don't have enough salt, go to the cousin's house to borrow it. Click.”
After Liu Tiezhu finished speaking, he entered the room.
Ge Cuilan did not dare to say anything more and went to the kitchen carrying a basket of meat.
On New Year's Eve, the old village chief organized the villagers to dig holes in the river to catch fish.
In previous years, in the twelfth lunar month, every household would dig holes in the river to fish. They dug holes by themselves, fished by themselves, and ate by themselves. After the commune production brigade was established, the fish in the river also became a commune. public assets, individuals are not allowed to fish.
The brigade organizes fishing and has to hand over part of the fish and leave part for the villagers to share.
The village chief summoned dozens of experts who dug holes to catch fish in the village. They fished for two days and two nights and caught thousands of fish. Every household in the village was given two fish, and the remaining two hundred fish were , together with the five fat pigs in the pigsty, were handed over to the commune.
On New Year’s Eve, I got up early in the early spring to prepare for the New Year’s dinner.
Braised fatty intestines, braised pig ears, fried crispy pork, fried meatballs, fried tiger skin eggs...
Fragrant.
It smells so good.
My nose is almost bursting with fragrance.
Cheng Fang was behind the earthen stove, lighting the fire and taking a sip of saliva. He was so greedy that he could not help but poke his head out to peek into the pot.
(End of this chapter)