Chapter 213 Killing the New Year Pig and Eating Soup

Chapter 213 Killing the New Year Pig and Eating Soup

In the countryside, there are two major events that people look forward to most in the twelfth lunar month. One is to marry a girl and take a wife, and the other is to kill the New Year Pig.

You cannot marry a girl and have a wife every year, but you can kill the New Year pig every year.

"Nagging, nagging, nagging, nagging..."

After eating in the morning, Chen Ling called the two little wild boars out of the pen, then took the whip, Call the dogs and drive the two little wild boars to the old stage in the east of the village.

Although it is said to be a small wild boar, it is actually quite small, weighing almost fifty kilograms.

At this time, their meat quality is at its best. Later, the stripes on their bodies disappear completely, and the meat quality becomes worse. Moreover, as the estrus comes, their temperament will change drastically, day and night. When I was in the pig pen, I jumped over the more than one meter long pig pen wall, and the pig manure that I produced was even more smelly than when I was a little piglet.

There is no way to raise it at home.

"Uncle Fugui."

"Uncle Fugui."

Early in the morning, the little kids in the village ran over from their homes to watch the pig being slaughtered. When they saw Chen Ling, they all gathered around to say hello.

Chen Ling also smiled and nodded to them, then took out a few pieces of candy from his pocket and gave them to them.

"Uncle Fugui can raise wild boar cubs to such a big size, but Liu Nier can't. His wild boar cubs can't grow meat even if they eat nothing."

"Uncle, your family is here. How much does the little wild boar weigh?”

“More than fifty pounds.”

"Wow, it's more than fifty kilograms. Whose family will I share with after killing it..."

"No, we will eat it at home."

"Ah, why don't you kill the pig at home? Go to the stage to kill? Why don't you kill it at home? How convenient is it to cook the meat and eat it? "Haha, you know how convenient it is." Chen Ling smiled and flicked the kid's head. , "Uncle Lixian is busy, and other families are waiting for him and your uncle Lao Niwai to kill the pig, but I can't call home."

When pigs are killed in rural areas, the whole pig cannot be eaten by the whole family. There is no such economic condition.

Often three, four or even five families agree to work together to kill a pig, and then divide the meat. After the meat is divided, they can give money or food to the pig raisers.

But in the past, there always happened to be uneven distribution of meat. Yours got fatter and mine got thinner. Killing the New Year pig was originally a happy thing, but in the end it turned out to be unpleasant.

Even the butcher has to be criticized.

Later, we simply stopped killing pigs at our homes. Anyone who wanted to kill a pig would go to the stage in the east of the village to have it killed. The place was so spacious that half the village could gather around to watch every time a pig was being killed. With so many people watching, no one made any fuss over the meat sharing.

“Nagging, don’t run around.”

Chen Ling cracked his whip twice and drove the pig towards the stage. The little kids around him were like a group of little ducks, chattering away.

When we arrived at the old stage in the east of the village, we saw that pigs were being slaughtered under the stage. Then they dispersed with a roar and hurried to watch.

This old stage is very large, as wide as seven or eight rooms. Below the stage is a small square. On one side of the small square is a large blackboard, and above it is the bulletin board of the former brigade.

Model worker meetings are often held here, and the blackboard is used for this purpose.

When it comes to the Chinese New Year, the opera starts here, and it’s very lively when people from a whole village can gather together.

However, after the brigade disappeared, the convention could not be held, and the opera singers did not come. Instead, it became the place where the village pigs were killed every year.

Now there are pots and boiling water under the stage. The men have just pushed down a fat pig. Wang Lixian is standing nearby wearing an apron and carrying a butcher knife, ready to kill. Although there are not many people around. There were more than a dozen people, but it was also lively and lively, with some even holding their rice bowls and eating and watching.

"Is wealth coming? Tie up your pig and stay away from here, otherwise it will cause trouble if you hear the pigs braying here..."

Old Ni Waiwai rushed next to him He smiled and said, "Did you bring the rope? I didn't bring the ones on the cart behind you. Tie them first, and then I'll kill you after killing this one." There are three, Chen Guoxing and Chen Guowang.

This year, the Chen Guoxing brothers' mother fell asleep and needed to be taken care of, so they brought Wang Lixian over to kill them for them.

"Okay, I understand, Uncle Niwai."

Chen Ling nodded, tied his two pigs to the tree, and asked the dogs to guard them. He also moved forward to take a look. Kill the pig.

I saw a fat pig being pushed down, and then being carried to the door panel by the men.

The old black pig seemed to realize what was about to greet him next. He opened his mouth wide and howled at the top of his lungs. The sound could be heard throughout most of the village.

However, people did not find it unpleasant when they heard the harsh pig squealing. On the contrary, their smiles became brighter. Some even discussed with the people next to them: they should line up their numbers as soon as possible. It would be best if we could start the killing tomorrow. They were all greedy. All year long.

The little kids also stared at the old black pig on the door panel and kept swallowing their saliva, as if the pig was delicious even before it was slaughtered.

But soon, everyone’s ears suddenly became clear and they could no longer hear the old black pig’s screams. Wang Lixian flashed his butcher knife and stabbed the old black pig into the neck, and the howling stopped abruptly.

At this time, it is the best time to show whether a pig butcher’s skills are good or bad.

If the pig butcher is too cruel and kills the pig with one knife, the blood of the pig will not flow out and will be trapped inside. The pork will turn red and look ugly and unpalatable.

The other is that the butcher is too weak to stab the pig, or even stabs him four or five times but he cannot be killed. The pig breaks free and injures the person. Even if the pig is beaten to death with a stick, the scene would be too bloody.

Wang Lixian is obviously not these two kinds of people.

After he stabbed the knife in, he did not pull it out immediately, but pressed it gently with his thumb.

If the knife is not pulled out, the pig will not be able to breathe its last breath, and the blood will flow out smoothly.

The old man next to him hurriedly used the prepared big wooden basin to catch the pig's blood.

When the pig's blood changed from gurgling to dripping...

Wang Lixian slightly reversed the blade and exerted force, and the old black pig finally died.

"Okay, it's Lixian after all. Look at this move, it's so solid."

"Let me see, Lixian will come to kill next year, plus Brother Guoxing and Brother Guowang, there will only be four of us next year, how fast will it be to kill?"

"..."

Immediately there was a chorus of admiration from all around. Wang Lixian's killing of pigs was just like skinning wolves before, smooth and smooth, and it seemed like a pleasure.

Lao Niwai also grinned with a big mouth: "Haha, we have good vision and have found a successor."

Then the hair began to shed, and there was no need to cheer, just Just pour the boiling water in the pot onto the pig. While pouring the boiling water, scrape it with a scraper specially designed for shaving pig hair. After a lot of work, the old black pig will turn into a white and plump big white pig.

At this time, the butcher's knife in Wang Lixian's hand flipped over again, and the head, hoof, and tail were all cut off, and then from the neck down to the belly, the whole inside of the pig's body was cut off His internal organs were all exposed in front of his eyes.

"The Yonggang family, the Erju family, you three come up and share the meat."

"Here you go."

The three family members happily walked forward. First, they gathered around the fat pig, flipping it over and looking back and forth. Finally, they used their fingers to measure the fat and thinness, and their faces suddenly beamed with joy: "This year's pig It’s not bad, it’s almost fat.”

“Yes, yes, this pork looks very fragrant.”

“…”
< br>The meat sharing was exciting again, and the surrounding villagers and children were very greedy. This guy will be able to eat meat when he goes back. Pork is so fragrant. When can we eat it?

But he didn't want to wait any longer.

However, after the three families finished sharing the meat happily, there were still Chen Ling's two little wild boars to kill, and there were also a bunch of people behind Chen Ling.

At the end of the new year, who doesn’t want to eat meat as soon as possible?

The queue for the first two days was already full, and they were still waiting.

……

After killing the New Year pig, the feeling is different. The aroma of stewed pork wafts around the village every day.

The little kids also played with the ball made of pig urine all day long.

The flavor of the New Year is getting stronger and stronger.

On the twenty-fifth day of the twelfth lunar month, every family grinds tofu.

Chen Ling's family didn't need to grind this year. When he came back from the wedding banquet at Han Chuang's house on the 23rd, he went to the tofu shop in the county town and bought tofu.

However, he was not idle that day. Before he had eaten in the morning, Chen Guoping came to his home and asked him to come. He said that the tractor on the brigade could not be moved and asked him to help him take a look.

Only Chen Ling drives the brigade’s tractor all day long. Walking on mountain trails is like playing. If there is a problem with the tractor and he can’t do anything about it, others will not be able to figure it out.

"Ah? Tractor, why are you driving a tractor at this time?"

Chen Ling was quite confused.

After asking, I found out that a young man working in the village had returned and wanted to drive a tractor to the county town to pick him up. So that’s it, so we have to go.

Chen Ling went to the kitchen and made a bowl of hot goat milk, then put on his coat and followed Chen Guoping to the brigade.

The tractor was parked in the yard of the brigade. Chen Ling stepped forward and tried to shake it. The machine did not sink when it turned, but after shaking it several times, it could not move.

"Did anyone drive in the middle?"

Chen Ling asked with a slight frown.

"This... someone really drove it. When you stopped here last time, Baoliang took Uncle Sangui and Baoshuan to the county hospital."

When Chen Guoping said this, he asked a little worriedly "What's wrong? The tractor is broken?"

Chen Ling didn't answer immediately. He bent down and took a look and said, "Brother Guoping, go find an adjustable wrench and I'll adjust the injector. Don't worry, the fuel injector is broken and can't supply oil."

When Chen Guoping came over and found an adjustable wrench, Chen Ling adjusted the fuel injector and there was a slight reaction when he shook it, but the engine still shook. Not open.

“What’s wrong? The tractor is broken?”

Wang Laishun and people living near the brigade also heard the noise and came over.

"I don't know. I'll try again. I can hear the sound of the oil pump supplying oil. It's strange that it can't be turned on."

Chen Ling shook his head and said to Chen Guoping: "Brother Guoping, please help. I shook it twice to listen to the sound. It was really worn out. After a while, I called Brother Lihui and we drove to pick up Yuqiang and the others."

"Okay"<. br>
Chen Guoping nodded.

Wang Laishun also said: "There are many children going to work, so I will drive my donkey cart to accompany you."

Then Chen Guoping helped Chen Ling to decompress, and Chen Ling shook it slowly and listened carefully. The sound of the engine.

"There's nothing wrong with it. I guess it's just the cold weather that won't start?"

Chen Ling was not sure. He was not very familiar with old-fashioned tractors. The villagers looked at him and understood. In fact, He's just a little better than a farm guy who doesn't often come into contact with farm machinery. After all, he also served in the military for two years.

"Who has some tattered cotton cloth? Bring two pieces over."

"I have some at home, and I'll get them for you."

Soon, a few pieces of tattered cotton cloth were brought over. Chen Ling took them in his hands, patted them clean, and found another clean piece. stick and wrap the cotton cloth around it.

Then he unscrewed the fuel tank, put a stick in it, dipped it in some diesel, and lit it with a lighter.

The smell of burning oil smoke suddenly hit my nose.

"Brother Guoping, take it and aim it at the air inlet here. Don't move yet. I'll let you go before I let you go."

Chen Ling handed the torch in his hand to Chen Guoping and gave instructions.

The old man was quite nervous when he heard this.

Until Chen Ling pulled the lever to reduce the pressure, held the handle again and shook it, saying: "Let it go."

He reacted quickly and quickly put the torch over.

Then the tractor started "chugging" and spewing black smoke.

"Hey, what's going on? Just light a torch and start it. This trick looks very powerful."

The surrounding villagers were confused, with their eyes wide open and their mouths slightly open, which was quite a bit. The feeling of being stunned.

“It is cold in the twelfth lunar month and it is difficult to open the machine. If the cylinder is sucked in and lit with an open flame, it will be easy to open.”

Chen Ling explained.

He used to do this without starting fluid, which acted as a combustion support.

The villagers looked at each other and didn't understand what it meant, but they all thought it was pretty awesome.

He praised from the bottom of his heart: "You are still rich and you can do it."

I thought that if I couldn't drive the tractor in the future, I would have to find someone else.

“Isn’t it possible? People are rich and know the leaders of the city, and cars often drive here and there. Driving a tractor is as simple as riding a 28-meter bar.”

Chen Ling blushed a little after saying this.

Fortunately, Chen Guoping then pulled him and wanted him to help drive the tractor to the county town to pick up people. The old man was a little frightened. He originally wanted to go with the two donkeys. They were relatives, but now he was afraid that he would not be able to come back on the way. , let’s find Chen Ling.

Chen Ling readily agreed.

Yu Qiang, Chen Ze, many of them have good relationships with each other, but if they talk too much, they will become alienated.

So I got on the tractor, got on Chen Guoping, and drove to the county town.

……

"Shui baby, where are you looking?"

"Mom, rich?! Why are you here to pick us up?!"

Arrived outside the bus station in the south of the city, Chen Ze took the A man was gnawing on a cold steamed bun. When he saw Chen Ling shouting at him from the tractor, he was immediately stunned and then jumped three feet high with joy.

The group of people behind them carrying bags and bedding also immediately became lively. They gathered around and yelled "Fugui" and "Uncle Fugui", grinning widely, and they were even more enthusiastic than seeing their own brothers.

Chen Guoping also got off the tractor body at this time and helped them pick up the salutes one by one.

"Uncle Fugui, why don't you go to a restaurant at noon? We haven't seen each other in almost three months. Let's have a drink together."

After Chen Yuqiang got on the tractor, he shouted a suggestion.

Chen Ling shook his head and said with a smile: "The Chinese New Year is almost here, why should we go to a restaurant?"

"Then go to my house and have a drink."

Chen Ze Then he said.

"Your family? Your family hasn't killed the pigs yet." Chen Guoping laughed at this time and shouted to Chen Ling: "Fugui drove directly to my house and drank at my house today. My family killed the pigs yesterday afternoon, so I will drink today. Eat cooking soup. ”

Eating cooking soup can be understood as eating pig-killing vegetables.

It is a variety of meat dishes made from pork after killing the New Year pig.

In the past, wealthy families would cook a large table of dishes and set off firecrackers to celebrate when they had a good harvest.

Later, the custom of eating soup after killing the New Year pig gradually formed.

"Yes, you will go to my house today."

Chen Yuqiang slapped his thigh.

Others were also yelling, saying that if nothing happened during the first month, they would go to the back and eat this place today and that place tomorrow.

"What? Are you going to drink for a whole month?"

Chen Ling turned his head and shouted.

The tractor has no chimney and is too loud, so we can only communicate by shouting.

"The wages for part-time workers in the second half of this year are high, 30 for big workers and 15 for small workers. We can have a good year this year. Hehehehe, Uncle Fugui, I have enough wine and meat in the first month of this year. I’m afraid you won’t dare to drink.”

“Who says you don’t dare? After visiting relatives in the first month, my family will hold the first party. I will drink you down first. Who will be scared when I see it?” br>
A group of young people were shouting loudly, and it was really lively as the tractor swayed forward on the mountain road.

After returning to the village, Chen Ling drove the tractor to Chen Guoping's house.

After the others returned to their homes and put down their salutes, they also came over with wine and various things. Chen Ling wanted to go home and bring a pheasant, but was restrained and stayed behind to talk to Chen Guoping and his family.

Sister-in-law Xiufen cooks at noon.

Pork braised with salted vegetables, steamed pork with rice flour, homemade tofu, braised pork tongue with cabbage, stewed radish with fresh meat, etc. filled the table.

There is also a big piece of fat meat, which looks white and shiny, but is fat but not greasy when you eat it.

In the countryside, it is rare to see much meat all year round, and it is rare to eat soup. Everyone eats and drinks without any politeness.

A group of young people were eating soup and drinking wine, and it was lively from morning to dusk. It was better than celebrating the New Year before it was even celebrated.

(End of this chapter)