My 1995 Small Farm Chapter 213

   Chapter 213 Kill the New Year Pig and Eat the 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 a wife, and the other is to kill a pig.

   Marrying a girl and marrying a daughter-in-law can never happen every year, but killing a pig can be done every year.

   "Nah, nah, nah..."

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

   It is said that the little wild boar is actually not too small, it should weigh more than 50 pounds.

At this time, it is the time when their flesh is at their best. After that, the stripes on the body disappear completely, and the flesh quality deteriorates. Moreover, with the arrival of the estrus period, their temperament will change greatly. The many pigsty fences jumped past, and the pig manure was more stinky than when Piggy was born.

   This is no way to raise it at home.

   "Uncle Rich."

   "Rich uncle."

   Early in the morning, the little boys in the village ran over from the house to watch the pig slaughter, and when they saw Chen Ling, they all gathered around to say hello.

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

   "Uncle Fugui can. He can raise wild boars so big, but Liu Nier can't. His wild boars won't grow meat."

   "Uncle, how much does your little wild boar weigh?"

   "It's more than fifty pounds."

   "Wow, it's over fifty kilograms. If you kill it, do you want to split it up with someone..."

   "It doesn't matter, we eat at home."

   "Ah, why don't you go to the stage to kill pigs at home? Why don't you kill them at home, then cook the meat and eat it after killing, how convenient it is."

"Haha, your baby knows it's convenient." Chen Ling smiled and flicked the little baby's head, "Uncle Li Xian is busy, other families are waiting for him to kill pigs with your old greasy and crooked uncle, can you? go home."

  In the countryside, pigs are slaughtered, and the whole family cannot eat the whole pig, and there is no such economic condition.

   Usually three, four, or even five companies negotiate and kill the pig together. After killing the pig, the meat is divided. After the meat is distributed, it can be given to the people who raise the pig with money or food.

   But in the past, there was always an uneven distribution of meat. Yours became fatter and mine became thinner. Killing a pig was supposed to be a happy thing, but it ended up being unpleasant.

   Even the pig slaughterer has to be said something wrong.

Later, I simply stopped killing pigs in individual homes. Anyone who wanted to kill pigs would go to the stage in the east of the village to kill them. The place was so spacious that people from half the village could gather around every time they killed pigs. So many people watched, There is no one to make a fuss about the meat.

   "Naughty, don't run around."

  Chen Ling flicked the whip twice and drove the pig to the stage. The little kids around him were like a group of ducklings, chatting non-stop.

   I went to the old stage in the east of the village, and saw that the pigs were being killed under the stage, so I hurriedly hurried to see it.

  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.

   There are often model labor conferences here, and the blackboard is used for this.

  When the Chinese New Year comes, a big drama begins here, and it is very lively to gather people from a village.

   But after the brigade was gone, the convention was closed, and the opera singers didn't come too much, but it became a venue for pig slaughtering in the village every year.

Now there is a pot and water under the stage. The men have just knocked down a fat pig. Wang Lixian is standing beside him in an apron and carrying a pig-killing knife. Although there are not many people around, it is still lively. There are about a dozen people, and some are watching while eating with their rice bowls.

   "Wealth is coming? You tie up your pigs and stay away from this side, or you will be troubled when you hear pigs screaming here..."

   The old greasy woe next to him smiled at him, "Did you bring a rope? There are some on the scooter behind you. Tie them up first, and I'll kill you after killing this one."

  In the past, the three people who slaughtered pigs in the village were Lao Tiwai, Chen Guoxing and Chen Guowang.

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

   "Okay, I know Uncle Tiwai."

  Chen Ling nodded, then tied his two pigs to the tree, and asked the dog to guard them, and he also came to the front to watch the pigs slaughter.

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

   The old black pig seemed to realize what was coming to greet him next. He opened his mouth wide and roared loudly, and his voice could spread throughout most of the village.

But listening to the piercing sound of pigs, people didn't find it unpleasant, but their smiles became brighter. Some even discussed with the people next to them: we should get the number in the queue as soon as possible, and we'd better be able to kill tomorrow. All year.

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

   But soon, everyone's ears suddenly became clear, and they couldn't hear the screams of the old black pig. I saw Wang Lixian's pig-killing knife flashed and stabbed into the neck of the old black pig, and the howling stopped abruptly.

   At this time, it is the best way to show whether a pig butcher's handle is good or bad.

   If the pig slaughter is too ruthless, he will kill him with one knife, causing the blood of the pig to not come out, and he will be trapped inside. That pork will turn red, ugly and unappealing.

   Another is that the pig butcher was too soft to stab him, or even stabbed four or five times without killing him. After being freed by the pig, he wounded people. Even if he was beaten to death by the last mess of sticks, such a scene would be too bloody.

   And Wang Lixian is obviously not these two kinds of people.

   After he stabbed the knife in, he didn't pull it out immediately, but pressed lightly with his thumb.

  If the knife is not drawn out, the pig's last breath will not be broken, and the blood will flow out smoothly.

   The old greasy beside him hurriedly used the big wooden basin he had prepared to follow, and the pig's blood dripped most of the basin.

  Wait until the pig's blood turns from dripping to dripping...

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

   "Okay, what exactly is Lixian, look at this style, it's too stable."

   "Let me see, Li Xian will continue to kill next year, plus Brother Guoxing and Brother Guowang, there will be four people next year, how fast they will kill."

   There was a burst of admiration from the surroundings. Wang Lixian's killing of pigs was as smooth and smooth as the skinning of wolves before, which seemed to be a kind of enjoyment.

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

After that, the hair began to shed, and there was no need to cheer up, just pour the boiling water in the pot on the pig, and pour the boiling water while shaving it with a scraper specially designed for shaving pig hair. After a busy job, the old black pig It turned into a big white pig.

At this time, the pig-killing knife in Wang Lixian's hand turned over again, and the head, hoof, and tail were all cut off, and then it was cut from the neck down the belly, and the internal organs of the whole pig were also exposed. in front of you.

   "The Yonggang family, the Erju family, the three of you come and divide the meat."

   "Come on."

The three families walked forward happily, first they gathered around the fat pig, turned around to look at it, and finally measured the fat and thinness with their fingers, all of a sudden their faces were full of joy: "This year, this pig is not bad, it's almost four fingers fat. ."

   "Yes, yes, this pork looks delicious."

   The meat distribution was lively again, and the surrounding villagers and children were very envious. This guy will be able to eat meat when he goes back. The pork is so fragrant, when can we eat it.

   But he didn't want to wait for a moment.

   However, the three families happily divided the meat, and Chen Ling's two little wild boars were to be killed, and there were a bunch of people behind Chen Ling.

   By the end of the year, who wouldn't want to eat meat earlier?

   The queues were already full two days ago, and they still have to wait.

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

  The little kids also play with the **** made of pig urine all day long.

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

   On the 25th day of the twelfth lunar month, every family grinds tofu.

  Chen Ling's family doesn't need to grind this year. On the 23rd, he went to Han Chuang's house to drink the wedding wine, and went to the tofu shop in the county town to buy tofu.

   But he couldn't be idle that day. He hadn't eaten in the morning, so Chen Guoping came to the house and called him, saying that the tractor on the brigade couldn't be turned off, and asked him to help him to take a look.

The tractor of the    brigade was also driven by Chen Ling all day long, and it was like walking on the mountain road.

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

  Chen Ling was quite puzzled.

After asking   , I found out that it was a young man working in the village who came back and wanted to drive a tractor to the county town to pick him up.

  It turned out to be like this, so we have to go.

  Chen Ling went to the kitchen to make 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 didn't sink when it turned, but after shaking it several times, it couldn't be shaken.

   "Did anyone drive in the middle?"

  Chen Ling asked with a slight frown.

   "This... It's really been driven. You stopped here last time when you ran out. Baoliang took Uncle Sangui and Baoshuan to the county hospital."

  Chen Guoping said this, and asked worriedly: "What's wrong? Is the tractor broken?"

  Chen Ling didn't answer right away, he bent over and looked at it, and said, "Brother Guoping, go find an adjustable wrench, and I'll adjust the fuel injector. Don't worry if the fuel injector is broken and can't supply oil."

   After Chen Guoping found an adjustable wrench, after Chen Ling adjusted the fuel injector, it seemed a little responsive when shaken, but the engine still wouldn't start.

   "What's the matter? The tractor is broken?"

  Wang Laishun and the people who lived near the brigade also heard the movement 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 I can't shake it."

Chen Ling shook his head and said to Chen Guoping: "Brother Guoping, you help me decompress, I'll shake it twice to hear the sound, I'm really going to use it up, I'll call Brother Lihui and let's drive the car to pick up Yuqiang and them. "

"Row."

   Chen Guoping nodded.

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

   Then Chen Guoping helped Chen Ling to stop the decompression, and Chen Ling shook slowly, listening carefully to the sound of the engine.

   "There's nothing wrong with it, I guess it's just cold and can't start?"

  Chen Ling was not sure. He was not familiar with old-fashioned tractors. The villagers looked at him and understood. In fact, he was a little better than a farmer who didn't often touch agricultural machinery. After all, he had served in the military for two years.

   "Who has rags, bring two pieces here."

   "My family has it, I'll get it for you."

   Soon, a few pieces of tattered cotton cloth were brought over. Chen Ling took it in his hand, patted off the dust on it, and found a clean stick and wrapped 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.

   A smell of burning oily smoke wafted into the nostrils immediately.

   "Brother Guoping, hold it, aim at the air inlet here, don't move it yet, I said let it go before you."

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

  The old man was quite nervous when he heard this.

   Until Chen Ling pulled the decompression, he shook the handle again, and said, "Let it go."

   He responded quickly and quickly posted the torch over.

   And then the tractor started "chuchu" puffing black smoke.

   "Hey, what's going on? Just turn on the torch, it looks pretty awesome."

The villagers around    were stunned, their eyes widened and their mouths slightly open, feeling a little stunned.

   "It's cold in the twelfth lunar month, and the machine is difficult to open. Let the cylinder **** in and light an open flame, and it's easy to shake it open."

  Chen Ling explained.

   He did this without starting fluid before, which played a combustion-supporting role.

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

   praised from the heart: "You can still be rich and noble."

   I thought that if I couldn't shake 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. Cars are often driven around. Driving a tractor is as simple as riding a 28 bar."

   Chen Ling blushed a little when he said this.

Fortunately, Chen Guoping then pulled him and wanted him to help drive the tractor to the county seat to pick up people. The old man was a little scared. He originally wanted to find Ermao, they were relatives, but now he was afraid that he would not be able to return halfway. , let's find Chen Ling.

  Chen Ling happily agreed.

   Yuqiang and Chen Ze, many of them have a good relationship.

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

   "Shuiwa, where are you looking?"

   "Mother, rich and noble?! Why are you here to pick us up?!"

   Outside the bus station in the south of the city, Chen Ze was nibbling on a cold steamed bun, and when he saw Chen Ling shouting at him from the tractor, he was stunned, and then jumped three feet in joy.

   A group of people who were carrying burdens and quilts immediately became lively, crowding around calling "Fugui" and "Uncle Fugui", grinning and laughing, even more enthusiastic than seeing their own brothers.

   Chen Guoping also got down from the tractor's body at this time and helped them carry them one by one.

   "Uncle Fugui, shall we go to the restaurant in the afternoon? We haven't seen each other for almost three months. Let's have a good drink as a group."

   Chen Yuqiang shouted and suggested after getting on the tractor.

  Chen Ling shook his head and said with a smile, "It's almost New Year's Eve, what restaurants are you going to eat?"

   "Then go to my house and drink at my house."

  Chen Ze continued.

"Your family? Your family hasn't killed pigs yet." Chen Guoping laughed at this moment and shouted at Chen Ling: "Fugui drives directly to my house, and I drank at my house today. The pigs that my family killed yesterday afternoon were just drinking today. Eat the soup."

   Eating soup can be understood as eating pork-killing vegetables.

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

  The wealthy family in the past, or encountered a bumper year, made a large table of dishes and set off firecrackers to celebrate.

   Later, the custom of eating soup after slaughtering pigs gradually formed.

   "Yes, I'm going to my house today."

  Chen Yuqiang slapped his thigh.

   Others also shouted, saying that if there is nothing in the first month, they will wait in the back row, eat this one today, and eat that one tomorrow.

   "What? Are you going to drink the first lunar month?"

  Chen Ling turned his head and shouted.

  The tractor has no chimney, and the sound is too loud, so you can only talk with shouts.

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

   "Who said you wouldn't dare? After visiting relatives in the first month of the month, my family came to hold the first show. I would drink you all down first, and who would be shy when I saw it."

   A group of young people shouted loudly, as the tractor staggered forward on the mountain road, it was really lively.

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 brought wine and various things over. Chen Ling wanted to go home and bring a pheasant, but was held down and stayed to talk with Chen Guoping's family.

  Sister-in-law Xiufen was cooking at noon.

  Pork with salted vegetables, steamed pork with noodles, homemade tofu, roasted pork tongue with cabbage, stewed radish with fresh meat, etc. are all over the table.

   There is also a big fat meat, looking at the white flowers, but it is fat but not greasy.

   In the country all year round, it is rare to see so much meat and fishy food, and it is rare to eat soup. Everyone throws their arms and eats and drinks.

   A group of young people ate soup and drank wine. It was lively from morning to dark.

   (end of this chapter)

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