Chapter 166 Killing Pig Rice

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Chapter 166 Killing Pig Rice

The three of them also used their strength to drag the pig to the open space in the village. The pig butcher was already killing the pig. The old and fat pig was carried on the bench by two young people. Bundled up.

The pig slaughterer pinpointed the pig's throat, the white knife went in and the red knife came out, the pig kicked on all fours, the blood in the throat poured into the wooden barrel, and the pig died when the blood flowed more than half of the wooden barrel. Twisted.

Oh, I forgot to bring the barrel! Sister Fu patted her leg and hurried back to get it.

Zhao Dafu lined up with his own pigs to be slaughtered. Gu Chunzhu watched as other houses brought pigs over one after another, and she also helped. She came to help today and she was not stingy with herself.

This sale of river prawns has saved a lot of popularity, and Gu Chunzhu has saved a lot of good popularity for both the pig and the pot holder, and compliments are heard from time to time.

Chunzhu, thank you! Chunzhu is lucky to have you! Chunzhu is here to help me!

In the crowd, Mrs. Qiu gritted her teeth and her cheekbones rose again. Seeing that Gu Chunzhu was popular, she felt as bad as eating shit, she rushed over and said, Your own pig, you don't care about busying others first. of?

Gu Chunzhu, who had not yet answered the question, who had been helped by her, returned to Qiu's words one after another.

Aren't you two separated? This pig belongs to your parents-in-law. Does Mrs. Qiu have pigs in your family?

Isn't that right? You have no pigs and you come to eat pig-slaughtered rice and you don't help the big guys to work. You should come to get your in-laws' pigs. Why do you command Chunzhu? People owe you!

That's right, I heard that your family has shared a lot of money. In the future, all the money in the hands of your parents-in-law will be yours. You are not satisfied to ask for trouble.

Mrs. Qiu was about to bite her teeth into pieces. Seeing that everyone was helping Gu Chunzhu, she had no choice but to run away and command Mrs. Fan, who was obedient to the side, to work. Gu Chunzhu looked at her back coldly.

Considering her acquaintance, Gu Chunzhu is holding red-hot tongs that burn pig's hair. If Mrs. Qiu goes too far, the tongs will burn her hair!

When the pig is almost cooked, it begins to shed its hair with red-hot tongs. This shedding work is usually done by women who do not have pigs at home to eat pig-killing vegetables. The men used machetes to remove the worthless parts of the pigs to make slaughter dishes.

The pork was carried by the town's butchers, one ox cart after another.

Gu Chunzhu was scalding the hair on the pig's trotter with tongs, when Sister Fu ran over, touched her arm and said softly, If you don't go back and bring An An, the dishes are already cooked over there, if it's late for the table. But there's nothing to eat.

Hey. Gu Chunzhu was as busy as a spinning top in the morning, everyone was watching, and no one would say anything after walking away for a while.

Back in the thatched hut, An An was already feeding the big rooster in the yard, but she still stood far away. When she saw Gu Chunzhu coming back, she threw herself on the firewood door and shouted, Mother...

Gu Chunzhu swiftly opened the lock and hugged An An in his arms. An An held Gu Chunzhu's face and complained with a small mouth, I thought my mother went alone, and I didn't bring An An to eat pork rice.

Why don't you bring it! Gu Chunzhu touched her little head and said to her nicely, But brother hasn't eaten yet, right? Mother will cook for brother first.

An An nodded obediently and nestled in Gu Chunzhu's arms.

I'm practicing calligraphy, mother. Gu Chunzhu entered the room and saw that Xiaocheng was practicing calligraphy. He had been practicing calligraphy on a wooden board for a long time.

When Xiao Cheng saw Gu Chunzhu reading the words he wrote, his ears were slightly red, and he pursed his lips and waited for Gu Chunzhu's evaluation.

That's right, it's the same as the thousand-character text. Gu Chunzhu praised An An and went to the kitchen. Xiao Cheng frowned in dissatisfaction and felt that his mother was perfunctory for him, so he was determined to work harder. .

If Gu Chunzhu knew what Xiao Cheng was thinking, he would sigh, the conscience of heaven and earth, Xiao Cheng's horizontal and vertical characters are indeed as regular as those in the thousand-character script, but the strokes are not very stable, and they look like gods.

However, it is extremely rare for a child who has not practiced calligraphy for a long time. Even if she can't use a brush, she may not write better than Xiaocheng!

After burning the pot in the stove, she picked the green onions and cut them into chopped green onions. When the pot was hot, she scrambled the brown rice left over from last night, and then poured the mixed egg mixture. When every grain of rice was wrapped in egg liquid It was fragrant, so she grabbed another handful of chopped green onion and sprinkled it on it, choking off the fragrance and then cooking.

Xiaocheng, it's time to eat— Gu Chunzhu was very busy, serving egg fried rice here, and braiding An An over there.

An An was lying on the table sniffing the egg fried rice belonging to Xiaocheng, her jelly-like mouth was slightly open, and her eyes were about to fall into the bowl of egg fried rice.

Mother, it's fragrant. The little milk rang weakly, and she also knew that this was her brother's meal.

Xiaocheng took a gourd and scooped water and washed his hands when he came in, and saw An An's greedy look. With a smile, he took a wooden spoon and scooped a mouthful of rice, blowing it, and stuffed it into An An's mouth.

Xiaocheng, don't worry about her own food. Mother's braid will be tied right away. I'll take An An to eat slaughtered pig rice. There are a lot of delicious food there. Gu Chunzhu said and wrapped a red headband around An An's braid Zha tightly hugged this greedy little girl and went out.

After walking a few steps, he put the lock and key on the firewood door in front of Xiaocheng's desk, Be sure to lock the door before going out to play!

Okay. Xiaocheng was eating and waved to An An who was still greedy for egg fried rice after taking a bite.

When Gu Chunzhu walked over with An An in his arms, tables were already set there.

A round table board is placed on the square table of the Eight Immortals, and the stools are long benches raised by each household.

The grandson of Lizheng's family, who can read, is holding a writing brush and writing the host's name on the stool, so as not to get confused.

The tableware and chopsticks are also taken from their own homes, but everyone bought them all pottery bowls, and it’s fine even if they mix up. Gu Chunzhu’s family didn’t take stools or bowls. I think the person who came to collect them yesterday didn’t see her at home. skipped.

Chunzhu, come and sit here! Sister Fu stretched out her hand, and Gu Chunzhu hugged An An and walked towards her.

The people who came to eat the slaughtered pig rice were also seated right away. Except for a few of the cooks who reserved a table for the cook to eat, everyone else was seated. It was really hard to squeeze in later.

There was a big bowl of rice for one person, and the dishes came one after another. After cutting a large piece of braised pig tongue, one person, one chopstick and one plate were almost gone. Gu Chunzhu just took a piece for An An and gnawed on it. Then he looked at the plate and it was empty. .

Then I served a few dishes with garlic white meat, braised pig trotters, stewed large intestine with sauerkraut, cold pig ears, stewed Chinese cabbage with pig blood, pig skull and radish soup... Everyone ate happily with brown rice.

The meat on the table was all robbed first, and the pigs, especially the intestines, were not treated very cleanly. It tasted like a choker, and Gu Chunzhu grabbed a chopstick and didn't eat it.

But there are also people who enjoy it, perhaps rushing to taste better.

Mother, I still want that meat. An An looked at the bones in her hands, and patted her little hands with oil. Seeing that people were so small, they could eat it, and her stomach pushed the padded jacket out, Mrs. Fu. The big Zhuang beside him also ate a mouthful of oil.

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