Chapter 330 Killing the pig and dividing the meat 2

The Wanglou Brigade also has mission pigs, without exception.

The chickens, ducks, fish, pigs and sheep in the city's grocery stores are all raised by farmers and then handed over.

To be on the safe side, the Wanglou Brigade relied on sufficient feed and grain, and men, women, old and young were willing to hunt pigweed to earn work points in their free time, so they raised two more piglets. Fortunately, although one died during the process, the other three piglets were all thriving. grown up.

Two task pigs have been handed over, and the production brigade has another pig, weighing about 120 kilograms.

After the news spread, Feng Qingxue looked at the calendar and found that Wang Zhengguo had decided to kill the pig on New Year's Eve, and the location was set on the open space in front of the branch secretary's office.

Why did she choose such a day and such a place? Feng Qingxue said she didn't understand and went to take a look.

Early in the morning, before dawn, the open space became busy in full swing. Many people gathered in the open space. Everyone had excited smiles on their faces, and the children kept wiping the saliva from the corners of their mouths.

After building the stove, pulling firewood, setting up a large pot, and heating water, a few strong laborers carried a black pig tied up to the open space. Miao Fengqin led many women to handle the large piles of cabbage, radish, potatoes, pickled cabbage, and red pepper. The food was collected by head from each household, washed, cut, and filled into large pots one after another.

As if he expected his fate, the black pig let out a miserable cry.

Feng Qingxue was startled by the sudden scream. She stretched out her hand to caress her chest and said to the children at home: "The younger ones are playing here. The older ones go home and help me. Don't watch the fun."

You can't stop preparing your own meals just because the production team is killing the New Year pig.

Guan Cheng and Lu Tianjun immediately followed back.

I received a letter from Lu Jiang two days ago. Feng Qingxue went to the city to send a letter and took a trip alone. She brought back a lot of things, including white flour and a piece of pork, which she chopped into stuffing and used to make dumplings.

There are many people at home and the weather is cold, so the dumplings can be frozen. She prepared five kinds of fillings.

Pork and green onion stuffing, leek yolk and egg stuffing, oily cabbage stuffing, pumpkin stuffing, sauerkraut stuffing.

Father Lu, Uncle Xu, and Aunt Xu came to help.

The entire production brigade gathered at the pig killing site, and no one paid attention to whether the second elder came in or out of the Lu family.

After the dumplings were wrapped and frozen, they were put into a sand jar piled with ice and snow outside. Several children rushed back, and loud voices came in before anyone entered the door, "Hurry up and get a bowl to divide the meat!"

It turns out that after the New Year pig is slaughtered, it is put into the pot directly.

Four large pots are used to cook bone soup, and pig offal, pork, and pig blood are stewed in one pot. There is so much meat, of course there are more than one pot, and several large pots are used to stew the meat. There are more vegetables than meat, but it is fragrant and rich. The fragrance filled the air.

When Feng Qingxue's family arrived, there was already a long queue in front of the stove. Everyone, regardless of gender, old or young, was carrying a bowl. Wang Zhengguo and the production team leaders stood in front of the pot with spoons, responsible for serving food to the villagers. In the bowl, each person has a large spoonful. Whether this spoonful has more meat or vegetables and soup all depends on luck.

Feng Qingxue did not deliberately line up in the queue that Wang Zhengguo and Wang Dachun were responsible for, but the person who served her the meat did not dare to be careless at all. A full spoon was divided into seven parts meat and three parts dishes, and very little soup.

The meat is at the bottom and the vegetables are on top. It’s not impressive at all.

After receiving the meat, one person can also receive a large bowl of bone soup.

Everyone had a share, except Uncle Xu and Aunt Xu. Father Lu and they both had the good sense not to be present.

My mother said that when she was a child, my grandfather was responsible for butchering pigs, so she always got half a bowl of meat. This was in the late 1960s. The conditions in our village are better. There are many sweet potatoes in the mountains. My dad is basically not hungry, but now he is annoyed when he sees sweet potato rice. My dad is the captain, Xi Ya!

In fact, my mother was fighting for her life during a famine. She was born on the way to escape famine and beg for food.