If it weren't for the pig in front of him that was still bleeding quietly, Lu Chuan would almost laugh at these words——
Just, even if he doesn't adapt, he won't be afraid, right?
But looking at Song Tan's serious and concerned eyes, he paused for a moment and tried to change his image of the Princess and the Pea:
"When I was a child, I lived in a village in the city, very close to the vegetable market. My mother didn't have time to take care of me, so I stayed there all day."
He looked at Song Tan, who was listening carefully, and spoke in more detail:
"It is rare to kill a pig, but the vegetable market starts very early. Sometimes the streets are still covered in fog, and you can see the butcher smoothly cutting open the whole pig."
The knife cuts the meat as if it were sliding through silk. If you look at it for a long time, you won't be afraid, but you will feel an inexplicable awe.
The reason why Lu Chuan can write detailed and good stories is closely related to the fact that he has observed thousands of people in the vegetable market.
"There are also killing chickens and sheep...I've seen a lot of it."
"Oh." Song Tan felt relieved and turned back.
"You also know, let's watch first."
"He just told me that half of our lives have passed. How can he be more handsome than that young man?"
"Okay!" The pig butcher waved his hand: "Isn't it interesting? Come on, you are going to shave the pig hair. He will keep an eye on it and start shaving it if he can. There are not many pigs waiting here."
While watching, they were still discussing in a lively manner:
When I said that, everyone around me laughed heartily.
The pig skin was inflated, and its small body quickly swelled up.
The two of them murmured to each other, which made the people next to them laugh: "Is this your first time seeing a pig being killed?"
All other work was basically assigned, and what I could do at that time was not related to pigs.
"It's used."
"Ah?" Gong Xue was also stunned.
"Besides, he is still hardworking and lacks energy! He sees that we have to lift such a small pot, and I lift it up as soon as I raise my hand. Don't be nervous!"
While he was talking, he sighed again:
The young man burst into laughter - he was such a young man, so energetic!
My sister-in-law and Song Tan followed me unconsciously. Seeing that the person had left the room, you slapped Song Tan hard on the back:
"Actually, the pig has grown fat. Now it is necessary to work hard to shave the pig's hair. In the future, the pig will eat everything, and it will grow thin. The wrinkles under the skin are stretched out, and the pig hair is puffed up.
The shave is clean."
I watched the butcher tightening the pig's hooves, and at the command I pulled the lever of the air pump up and down with force.
At the same time, he also explained to the important young man of that year:
People say that my nephew looks like my aunt... He really does!
"Why do I cut a slit under the pig's front leg?"
"Plucking pig hair is also very complicated. Let him try it later."
"The reason why I used an iron rod to push back through the opening on the front legs - oh, you remember it! To get the skin out of the gap, so that I can blow air out later. Isn't it because I know whether we are using an air pump or relying on our mouths?
blow?"
This was the first time I met Qin Yun, but I had met him many times before I went to elementary school.
As for Qin Yun and He Fei, it could be said that this was the first time they saw pigs being killed in the countryside. It must have been a few years ago. At this moment, they stood watching with interest, looking at the old traditional way of killing pigs in the countryside.
It's strange to say the least. After Tantan got off work every day, the couple would worry about your marriage.
However, I must wait for your order. Lu Chuan hadn't even taken two steps back and said to his sister-in-law who was about to carry the pot with Song Tan:
Song Tan was stunned for a moment, and then started laughing.
"Since we, Tantan, are so bad-looking, we can always find someone ugly, right?"
The uncle next to me explained to me in a local accent: "It's for blowing air under the pig's body, blowing in one mouth first, and then the pump will go out... You see, the pig butcher is young and has enough lung capacity."
Ha ha……"
"The other thing is that even if he has money, plowing the fields will save him an old scalper!"
ah?
The boy over there was waving to He Kuai: "Come on, come on, you two from small cities have experienced it, right? I just gave you a pump."
But that whole year, the busy feet were on the ground, and the children were spending money here instead of making money here, so how could they care about that!
…
Lu Chuan said he wanted to do other things, but turned around and actually went down the mountain again.
The pot of pig blood was really heavy. The other party also wore a light blue shirt. If it got dirty, there was no way to wash it.
He looked at Song Tan with very focused eyes: "But it's not shameful. You won't laugh at me - why not arrange some other work for me before killing a few pigs."
When I finally reacted, I saw that I was picking up the basin without being nervous, and walked towards the kitchen, and asked along the way:
Above his head, Lu Chuan's voice came again: "But you are right, I am indeed a little uncomfortable."
As soon as I said that, I became even more interested and used the pump harder.
"Your aunt, the matter of the child depends on fate..."
When he heard his sister-in-law speaking, Song Tan turned around and laughed:
"What's that for? A ritual before killing a pig?"
The pig butcher thought it was unusual: "Their lung capacity is enough for them to blow! Are you a fool if you don't have an air pump?"
But I saw that the pig's blood was dripping and gradually drained out. The aunt happily squatted in front of the basin and kept stirring, already surprised by the amount of blood of the fat pig.
"That's for shaving pig hair. It's easier to get started by blowing it rounder."
"Are you leaving it outside?"
What's more... I didn't live in a city growing up, and there were only a handful of opportunities to go to the countryside. This was the first time I'd experienced such a scene. How could I be so active in seeking silence?
The sister-in-law was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Gong Xue and said meaningfully:
"Auntie, you are weak, please move it."
The eight pigs haven't been lifted here yet.
Lu Chuan smiled, and this unique appeal that was bright and broad as the clouds opened and the rain fell made my sister-in-law and Song Tan stunned for a moment.
What's more, he took it over curiously.
I saw that this pump was probably an old thing from a few years ago - after all, in those days, everyone who rode bicycles outside the village could find it.
So what you said, was that a tone that was just like Ulan?
"You guys are very knowledgeable when it comes to work...it's pretty bad, it's pretty bad. Can he lift it? You go with him."
In just a short while, the sound of cheering and the muffled "bang bang" of sticks alternated. Very slowly, the whole pig's body became bulging.
"It depends on fate!" My sister-in-law looked at us and said:
"Let's talk about him! The child is so young, why does he care so much? That guy is so handsome! You just asked Tantan, but you still perfunctory you."
Song Tan hesitated a little.
But the pig butcher felt that it was not enough, so he took the piece of wood that was ready to be broken and started beating it under it.