After the winter solstice, the sky gradually changes from short to long, and so does the morning sunshine.
Just after seven o'clock, wisps of bright winter sunshine were reflected in the room through the tight curtains. Because it was morning light, it also had a warm golden tone.
This warm color in the bleak winter makes people feel particularly wonderful at first sight.
Lao Zhu and others stood up in this warm glow, and as soon as they walked out of the door, they sneezed hard again.
"Ouch!" Xiao Du came over nervously, and Lao Zhu 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!"
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, so it is normal for them to wake up several times at night. Usually when they are in the mountains, they wish they could wake up by themselves at five or six o'clock. But what about now?
There is no night 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 at half past seven!
Huh! I had a good sleep this time!
I also had a good sleep the night before, and after dinner I slept until dawn... Alas, this drinking capacity is shameful, so I won't mention it.
In short, this kind of sufficient and high-quality sleep made the whole group feel particularly full of energy.
But Lao Yang thought about it for a moment: "Maybe we were too excited yesterday and were tired from shopping."
that's true.
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, those who had eaten at the stall couldn't hold back on the road, and each person picked up two rice sticks and chewed them——
Speaking of which, this thing swells and expands. It really doesn’t stop hunger!
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 they had seen before, and even the green color was darker.
Because the spinach has just been shoveled out and is covered in mud, it doesn't look very 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 Xilihulu drank another big bowl.
So much so that Lao Li said: "I'm tired from shopping in the afternoon, I'm full in the evening and have to digest, and my brain is starved of oxygen. It's normal to sleep soundly."
While they were thinking about it and heading to the cafeteria, they heard Master Jiang calling them from a distance: "Hurry up and have breakfast! After eating, we have work today!"
"Okay, okay!" Lao Zhu responded immediately.
There is no other meaning, nor is it that they like 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? Come on, come on, where is the porridge?"
"How can you eat it with porridge!" Master Jiang looked down upon it: "With porridge and no oil or water, how can you work in the morning? Let's eat egg pancakes in the morning."
Stir the chopped green onions, eggs, and a little salt evenly. A large piece of lard melts in the pot, making 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-style egg pancake is formed.
When this pancake, which is about thirty centimeters in diameter, crispy on the edges and soft in the center, comes 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 go and have a bowl of spinach soup - Secretary Zhu said that I won't ask you to eat too much, so I'll give you just this."
What the hell?!
Lao Zhu immediately became dissatisfied: "Who can eat this little food?"
"Your burrito is so big in your hand!" Master Jiang, as a chef, has never been afraid, so he said at this moment:
"I heard that you have been eating a lot these days! Party Secretary Xiao Zhu said that as you get older, it's time to maintain your health. Just eat enough, not too much."
He scooped the batter from the basin into the pot: "Anyway, I will give one piece of cake to each person - who is that, Xiao Du, you guys eat more! I will give you three pieces of cake, the young man will get 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...
Humph! Just one piece! At worst, you 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 move the door panel and the big bathtub down - don't put them on the cement floor on Laba day, because the bloody water will not be flushed out!"
Three big-bodied butchers were picked up by Song Tan with their equipment. The back compartment was filled with weird tools. Iron racks, large iron hooks, air blowers, and sharp and bright butcher knives and machetes.
Boning knife, etc…
Lao Zhu and others saw it with great joy: "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.
Lao Zhou was also telling Xiao Sun: "You study hard. Next year they will kill pigs again and I will send you. Then you will be the pig butcher. I heard that the rules of pig killing in farmers are to give the pig butcher a
Pig intestines!”
Of course, there are 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 who asked to kill the pig heard it and immediately laughed and said: "What are you learning? Don't learn it. Nowadays, pigs are killed scientifically. There is no market for pig slaughterers like us."
As soon as he said this, the other two pig butchers also laughed: "Yes, don't learn from us! What we know is the old method, killing is slow and troublesome... Let me tell you, don't learn this, there is no future.
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"Yeah, other people's slaughterhouses either have electricity, or the machine directly drives an iron nail into it. Unlike ours, it's troublesome and bloody. Now you can make a video and they won't let it be broadcast."
"Yes, pigs are not allowed to be raised in the village now, and pigs are killed in the slaughterhouse... Look at the Old Song family, if they hadn't reported it and didn't plan to sell the meat, they wouldn't have killed it themselves!"
When three pig butchers who are equally big and round talk about this, they feel really sad.
Times have improved and there are more pigs, but their pig butchers have lost their jobs.
These words were sincere. Wu Lan was carrying the basin out and sighed after hearing this:
"No, no pig butchers can be found now. You see, I asked around in several villages and the entire town before I asked these three people."
The other party burst out laughing: "Yeah, there are no pigs to kill, so why stay at home? You can earn more by going out to work!"
