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Chapter 271 Killing the New Year Pig

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    "Grandma, have we been killing pigs for a long time?" I stood by the pigsty, chatting with grandma without saying a word.

    Regarding the topic of killing the New Year pig, I am looking forward to it. I look forward to our family being able to kill the New Year pig all the time.

    Count on it all year round!  With the New Year Pig, there will be pork to eat, and these are indispensable for the New Year.

    Grandma skillfully used the switch knife to control the pigweed, stared at the big fat pig in the pigsty, and said with a smile: "Tomorrow! Wait for your grandpa to say hello to Master Wang, and I will take the pig away tomorrow."  Kill them, your mother and the others will come back too."

    Grandma laughed, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were squeezed together, her eyes were like crescent moons, very friendly.  The traces left by the years can't conceal the kindness in grandma's heart.

    "How big is this pig?" The weight of a fat pig is also a topic of discussion in every family at the end of the year. Who killed another fat pig weighing more than 300 catties?  Whose New Year Pig killed more than two hundred catties of pork?  It's something that everyone praises after dinner, and we enjoy it, as if we have hundreds of catties of pork.

    "It should weigh three hundred catties! This pigsty looks too big for carrying pigs. You have to weigh them to find out. Look at the pig's tail! It's as thick as a rolling pin." Grandma continued to hold the pigweed.

    "Oh, it's so long! This circle looks too small." The fat pig is indeed fat enough, with a fat head and big ears, and thick legs. I really look forward to it!  When I think of the oily feeling when this kind of fatty pork is thrown into the hot iron pan, my pores dilate all over my body.

    In the afternoon, Grandpa rode his bicycle and went out to make an appointment in advance to kill pigs tomorrow at Second Division Wang.

    The pig slaughtering place of Wang Ershi is about one kilometer away from my home, which belongs to the neighboring township. Because of the better craftsmanship, pig slaughtering is quick, the pig hair is removed cleanly, and the meat is beautifully cut. People in several nearby villages ask them to help slaughter pigs.  Every day business is very good!

    Therefore, you must make an appointment at least one day in advance. If the next day is full, you must postpone it later.

    After Grandpa came back, he told us that we had an appointment, and that we would kill pigs tomorrow morning, and we would be in front.

    Have nothing to say all night, waiting for dawn.

    "Ren Tao, wake up soon!" Dazed, grandpa stood outside the window and shouted while knocking on the window, his tone full of joy and eagerness.

    I opened my eyes and sat up slowly. It was still gray outside the window, and I could only see Grandpa's figure through the curtains.

    "Grandpa, what are you doing so early?"

    "Get up, the butcher is here, I told you about the pig slaughter today!" Grandpa said with a smile.

    I picked up the watch next to the pillow and looked at the time. It's not five o'clock~!  I rely on!  So early!

    I rubbed my eyes, got dressed and got out of bed. Before I could go out, the screams of big fat pigs were already heard in the pigsty.

    The piercing sound pierced the sky, and in this dark morning, it added an atmosphere to the New Year in advance.

    I don't know what kind of state of mind the neighbors are in after being awakened from the dream?  Is it to blame our family for killing the pig too early and disturbing the clear dream?  Or are you full of joy and looking forward to the arrival of the New Year?  I guess it's both ways?

    The big fat pig whose chin was hooked by the hook slowly moved out of the pigsty with the joint efforts of the grandfather and the others.

    The middle-aged man was in front, holding the hook with one hand and the pig's ear with the other, trying to drag it out.

    Grandpa was behind, holding the pig's tail with one hand and pushing the pig's butt with the other; grandma held a bamboo stick and kept greeting the fat pig.

    It took about ten minutes before the big fat pig finally passed the scale.

    The moment the big fat pig was tied up with a bamboo rake and hung upside down on the scale, the pig screamed even more heart-piercingly, with white bubbles coming out of the corners of its mouth.

    "Three hundred and thirty-four catties! This pig is fat!" After confirming the weight, the grandfather and the middle-aged man slowly put down the pole, and after lifting the pig onto the tricycle, its lifespan will only have the last few hours left.

    Grandpa got on the fire three rounds and went there with the middle-aged people first; my grandma and I carried buckets and basins, took a few woven bags, locked the door and rushed over there too.

    "Grandma, can you kill a lot of meat from a pig weighing more than three hundred catties?" I turned my hopes to grandma.

    "At least two hundred catties of meat must be killed!"

    "It's only two hundred catties? Isn't it a pig of more than three hundred and thirty catties? Where did the other one hundred catties go?" Grandma's answer really scared me, and it will lose more than one hundred catties at once?  Exaggerated, right?

    "The pig's head weighs more than ten catties, the four pig's trotters should also weigh three to four catties, and the four trousers (hooves) add up to twenty catties, the fat intestines weigh four to five catties, and the pig's liver, pig's heart, and pig's lungs.  These are about ten catties, seven or eight catties of lard, four or five catties of pork belly, These weigh sixty or seventy catties.  "

    Grandma paused for a moment, and then said: "There is still pig blood, pig feces and pig urine, etc. After cleaning up, it is much less. After all, it is still scary, but pork is not much better. More than two hundred catties of meat is still scary. In previous years  When we butchered pigs, one hundred fifty or sixty catties of meat was enough to eat."

    In other words, why do you have to get up so early to kill the pig?  Before dawn, I told my grandma about my doubts.  With the moonlight on the road, we could only vaguely see the outline of the main road, so my grandma and I headed towards Second Division Wang in the dark.

    "Second Master Wang and the others get up at three or four o'clock every day to boil water, and start slaughtering pigs at four or five o'clock until noon, killing ten or twenty pigs a day!" Grandma explained.

    "Then why didn't you kill him in the afternoon?"

    "They rest in the afternoon. Butchering pigs is very tiring. It takes half a day to make people miserable, and most people can't afford this way of life." Grandma explained.

    "Is the one who came first the Second Master Wang?" I was referring to the middle-aged man who just drove the three-wheeler to pull the pig.

    "No, the one just now was the eldest son of the Second Master Wang. The Second Master Wang has two dolls in total. Their third master slaughtered pigs together. Otherwise, one person might kill dozens of pigs a day."

    Speaking of Wang Ershi, his ancestors seem to be butchers, and the craftsmanship handed down in his family is indeed very powerful, which can be recognized and formed a habit by people from all over the world.

    Chatting and chatting, we walked past Xiaoshaiba in the neighboring village, and arrived at the place where Second Master Wang slaughtered pigs.

    Across a small ditch, you can see the faint light of the fire piercing the curtain of the night and seeping through.

    By the brightness of the fire, it can be seen that there are already five or six people standing here.

    It seems that my grandma and I didn't come early enough!  Even before dawn, so many people have already arrived?  Sure enough, killing pigs is a big deal!

    There were three pigs lying on the ground, besides my house, there were two other pigs. Accompanied by the roar of the fat pig, they had different expressions, some were excited, some were whispering, and some were silent.

    Grandpa stood there, seeming to be familiar with a few people, chatting some inaudible words, under the firelight, he could see a smile on his face.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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