After the winter solstice, the sky gradually changes from short to long, and so does the morning sunshine.
As soon as seven o'clock arrived, wisps of bright winter sun were reflected in the room through the tight curtains. Because it was morning light, it still had a warm golden hue.
This warm color in the bleak winter makes people feel particularly wonderful at first sight.
Lao Zhu and others stood up in this warm light, and as soon as they walked out of the door, they sneezed hard again.
"Ouch!" Xiao Du nervously came over to Lao Zhu and waved his hand: "It's okay. Why are you nervous about sneezing? The air outside is chilly, and people feel energetic as soon as they go out!"< br>
Then he murmured to Lao Zhou and others: "Why do I think it would be better to sleep in this mountain?"
They are old and sleep lightly. Sometimes it is normal to wake up several times at night. Usually when I'm in the mountains, I wish I could wake up at five or six o'clock. But what about now?
There is no nighttime entertainment in the countryside. Their eyes are dazzled and they don’t like to check their mobile phones. They went to bed at about nine o’clock last night.
But now I get up and look again, it’s half past seven!
Oh! This is a very satisfying sleep!
I also had a good night's sleep the night before, and after dinner I slept until dawn... Alas, this drinking capacity is shameful, so I might as well not mention it.
In short, this kind of sufficient and high-quality sleep made the group of people feel particularly full of energy.
Lao Yang thought about it for a moment: "Maybe we were too excited yesterday and were tired from shopping."
That's right.
Although the market is not too big, they walked around, visiting the stalls in the east and tasting in the stalls in the west... and even talking and gesticulating, it was indeed more energy-consuming than on the mountain.
In addition, we were full at the stall, but we couldn't hold it back on the road. One person held two rice sticks and chewed them——
Speaking of the fact that this thing swells, it really doesn't. Stop being hungry!
I obviously ate all afternoon, but now I still have room in my stomach. After returning home, Master Jiang cooked spinach dumpling soup again...
They looked at the spinach shoveled from the ground. The leaves of the old variety were not as shiny as before, and even the green color was darker. .
Because it is spinach lying on the ground, it is covered with mud when it is shoveled out, so it doesn’t look good.
But it was Qiao Qiao who brought the dumplings back, so it makes sense not to eat some, right?
No, I was muttering that the ingredients were not as good as those from the old Song family, but at the same time I was praising that the old varieties were still more flavorful.
So everyone drank another big bowl of Xilihulu.
So much so that Lao Li said: "I am tired from shopping in the afternoon, and I have to digest after eating in the evening. The brain is deprived of oxygen, so it is normal to sleep soundly."
He was thinking about it while heading to the cafeteria. Then, they heard Master Jiang calling them from far away: "Hurry up and have breakfast! After eating, we have work today!"
"Okay, okay!" Lao Zhu responded immediately.
It doesn’t mean anything else. It’s not that they love to work and just want to get more food.
In the cafeteria, Master Jiang was also mysterious: "Song Tan just gave us a can of soy beans!"
What?
The old man Tiantuan suddenly became excited: "This should be eaten with porridge, right? Lai lai lai, where is the porridge?"
"What to eat with porridge!" Master Jiang looked down upon him: "With porridge, there is no oil and water. How can you work in the morning! Let's eat egg pancakes in the morning." Stir the chopped green onion, eggs and a little salt evenly, and there is a large piece of lard in the pot. It melts and turns the dark pot full of oil.
Then the stirred silky batter is put into the pan, and Master Jiang turns the pan so gently and deftly, a thin farm egg pancake is formed.
When this pancake, which is about thirty centimeters in diameter, crispy on the edges and soft in the center, is taken out of the pan, scoop out a spoonful of soy beans and roll them in one by one...
"Come on, come on! One piece of cake for each person! Let's have another bowl of spinach soup - Party Secretary Zhu said that I won't ask you to eat too much, so I'll just give you this much."
What the hell? !
Lao Zhu immediately became unhappy: "Who can eat this little burrito?"
"Your burrito is so big in your hand!" Master Jiang said. As a chef, I have never been afraid, so I said at this moment:
"I heard that you guys eat a lot these days! Party Secretary Xiao Zhu said that as you get older, it’s time to keep in good health. Just eat enough. There can’t be more.”
He scooped the batter from the basin into the pot: “Anyway, I’ll give you one piece of cake—so, Xiao Du, please eat more! , the young man is hungry quickly.”
The old man was so excited after eating this meal, but the chopped green onion in the pancake was so fragrant, and the egg pancake he got while standing by the pot was also extremely soft and tender. The soy beans wrapped in it had a salty and fresh taste. Especially touching...
Hmph! Just one piece! At worst, we can eat the pig-killing feast and come back!
And after breakfast, the Old Song family really had work to arrange.
“Come on, come on, help us move down the door panel and the big bathtub - don’t put it on the cement floor on Laba Day, because the blood will not be flushed out!”
Three big and round killers The pigsmiths were picked up by Song Tan with their equipment, and the back compartment was filled with weird tools. Iron racks, large iron hooks, air blowers, sharp and bright butcher knives, machetes, deboning knives, etc...
Lao Zhu and others were delighted when they saw this: "Oh! This looks like an old trick. You have experience in killing pigs - Xiao Du, you should learn more when killing pigs!"
Xiao Du's expression was hard to describe.
Old Zhou is also telling Xiao Sun: "You study hard. Next year they will kill pigs again and I will send you. Then you will be a pig butcher - I heard that the rules for killing pigs in farmers are... Give the pig butcher a pair of pig intestines!”
Of course, there is also wages.
But to Lao Zhou, pig intestines are more valuable!
Xiao Sun then became energetic and said: "Okay! I will definitely learn quickly!"
It happened that the person calling for the pig slaughter heard it, and he smiled directly at this moment: "What are you learning? Don't learn it. Nowadays, pigs are killed scientifically. There is no market for pig-killers like us."
After saying this, the other two pig-killers also laughed: "Yes, don't learn from us! We only know how to kill pigs in the old way. It’s slow and troublesome... I’d say, don’t learn this, there’s no future.”
“Yes, the slaughterhouse is either powered by electricity, or the machine directly inserts an iron nail into it, no. Like us, it’s troublesome and bloody, and if you make a video now, they won’t let it be broadcast.”
“Yes, pigs are not allowed to be raised in the village, and pigs are killed in slaughterhouses... Look at me. If the Song family hadn’t reported it, they wouldn’t have planned to sell the meat, and they wouldn’t have asked me to kill him!”
When three pig butchers who are equally big and round talk about this, they feel really sad.
The times have improved and there are more pigs, but their pig butchers have lost their jobs.
This is true. Ulan was carrying the basin out. Hearing this, he sighed:
"No, no pig killers can be found now. Look, I asked. After visiting several villages and asking around the whole town, I only asked these three people."
The other party laughed and said, "Yes, there are no pigs to kill, so what can you do if you stay at home and work? Point! ”
(End of this chapter)