On the twenty-ninth year of the year, it was just past six o'clock when Zhou Yan was pulled out from under the quilt by his father and carried to two pig heads.
"Son, it's up to you!"
Zhou Yan rubbed his eyes and glanced at his father behind him depressedly: "Where are the materials for plucking hair?"
"Here!" Dad smiled evilly and took out a big bag of rosin from behind. "I originally wanted to use asphalt, but I didn't expect that we still have this thing at home!"
Zhou Yan's heart was stabbed until blood spurted out.
These rosin were originally collected by Zhou Yan in junior high school for the purpose of making amber. In order to collect these rosin, Zhou Yan spent a lot of effort: he would go around the pine forest on the mountain every weekend, and when he met someone who was so fat and oily,
For pine trees, use a knife to scrape off the rosin.
Collecting is still secondary. In order to make the amber clear and transparent, Zhou Yan also spent a lot of effort to make a purification device to remove the impurities in the rosin.
But now the rosin that is waiting to turn into amber can only stay with pig bristles.
Before Zhou Yan could react, his father had already taken a clean broken pot, poured the rosin into it, and put it on the fire.
"Son, let's make braised pig heads later!"
Zhou Yan melted his amber raw material with tears in his eyes, stirred it, and poured it on the pig's head with a small spoon...
"Zizi..."
The smell of burnt bristle and fresh pine smell, after mixing, it turns into a weird fragrance...
Zhou Yan cleaned it several times with rosin, but there was still a lot of pig hair, so he could only use tweezers for the final treatment.
Zhou Yan packed up the pig's head, and his father also completed the daily cleaning and feeding. After entering the door, he took a look at the white pig's head and said: "Son, go get an ax and chop the pig's head in half...
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"No need!"
With tears in his eyes, Zhou Yan pulled out the Wuqu machete and swung it at the pig's head. The pig's head was split into two halves. With another knife, the other one was also split in half, and the incision was also neat.
"Son, the knife is pretty good. From now on, it's up to you to chop the pig's head!"
Zhou Yan thought that he would have nothing to do if he split the pig's head, but he didn't expect it. His father wandered around the pot house, found a lot of seasonings, and handed it to Zhou Yan: "Son, have you done this?"
Braised food, you can prepare the braised ingredients..."
Then, Zhou Yan’s house was filled with the strong aroma of braised food all day long.
After the pig head is braised, remove the bones and place it in a square wooden box, pour a little bit of braised soup on it, cover it with a wooden board, and press it with stones. At night, press the pig head and it is ready to serve...
The next day, on New Year's Eve, Zhou Yan was pulled out of the warm bed by his father again.
"Post couplets!"
Okay!
Who makes us the most educated in the family!
After posting the couplet, Mr. Zhou finally let Zhou Yan go.
Zhou Yan quickly washed off the red paint on his hands, climbed onto the kang, and turned on the TV.
On the Yangma Financial Channel, experts are explaining the central bank's increase in the deposit reserve ratio, saying that "the agricultural tax has just been cancelled, farmers' consumption levels have increased, and the deposit reserves need to be adjusted accordingly", and "by the end of the year, public consumption levels have increased..."
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Zhou Yan shook his head when he saw it. Fortunately, the stock market was closed during the Spring Festival, otherwise it would have plummeted.
Zhou Yan silently took out his mobile phone, called his financial manager to say New Year greetings, and asked about the financial status of the Hong Kong stock market.
"Mr. Zhou, the funds you need have been received!".
Zhou Yan could tell that the financial manager on the other end of the phone was slightly excited: Zhou Yan had used leverage, and the bonus was also very generous.
"Mr. Zhou, your judgment is very accurate. The central bank has already raised the deposit reserve ratio. Now we just wait until the holiday is over and the Hang Seng Index plummets with the Shanghai and Shenzhen stock markets..."
After hanging up the phone, he looked up and found that the expert was still telling lies with his eyes closed. Zhou Yan quickly changed the channel, Yang Yi...
"The latest news from our station: the police in three towns uncovered a major case of creating viruses that harmed computer networks..."
Zhou Yan was a little confused: Has it been two months since he reported it?
"Currently, the creator of the virus, Li, has been criminally detained by the police, awaiting prosecution..."
After the news ended, Zhou Yan suddenly remembered the familiar sound: Ding...
"The subsequent rewards for the Cyber Security Master Badge mission are now distributed.
Reward 2: A complete set of development materials for Baize Technology’s first generation risc-x instruction set chip garuda a006236.”
Zhou Yan was so angry that he almost threw away the remote control in his hand: Why did you go there earlier? If these two rewards came together, would you still need to chew on the chip data for so long?
System: Is it my fault?
The Chinese New Year is not suitable for studying. After receiving the reward, Zhou Yan saved all the instruction set and chip development materials.
Keep watching TV.
There is still a follow-up to Panda Burning Incense, but according to news reports, the harm caused by this small program written by a colleague named Li is far less than the level of the same period in his previous life...
After watching it, I changed the channel, four channels, international channel.
Foreigners are still living in dire straits. Although Storm Kirill has passed, Europe is still a mess.
Not to mention the Imperial Cemetery. Although Uncle Lamp Puller's right-hand man has been killed by the bomb, the Cemetery Kingdom is still far from the "quiet and peaceful" described by Emperor Mi.
Moreover, according to Zhou Yan's memory, in the two years before his rebirth, the remaining believers of Uncle Ledeng had already made a comeback after the evacuation of Emperor Mi.
Babylon, which was reduced to rubble by US Secretary of Defense Powell with a small bottle of laundry detergent, is not much better: the predecessor in charge died on the day before New Year's Day in 2007, and the once prosperous oil industry power has turned into ruins... "It looks a little bad!"
Zhou Yan quickly changed to Central Ten, and the small animals were more healing...
"Hey, eldest nephew, how old are you, and you still read this?"
Zhou Yan curled his lips: "This thing is suitable for all ages!"
"Okay!" Uncle Zhou Zhenghe smiled and pulled away the quilt covering Zhou Yan's legs, "Eldest nephew, go help me paste the couplets. I'm afraid your brother will paste the Six Livestock Prosperity on the Kang."
"Dad..." Zhou Yan stuck his head out from the kang and looked at Father Zhou who was picking up the hairtail, "Is there any more paste?"
"It's all there!"
"Hurry up, get up!" Zhou Zhenghe smiled and kicked Zhou Yan's shoes in front of the kang, staring at Zhou Yan with a smile on his face, "Do you still need me to put on your shoes?"
Zhou Yan had no choice but to put on his shoes, and his uncle forcibly raped him.
My uncle's house is less than 100 meters away from Zhou Yan's pig farm. When the two men arrived, my aunt was preparing dishes for the New Year's Eve dinner. When she saw Zhou Yan, she smiled: "Hey, the college students are here.
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The uncle rushed straight into the room and grabbed his cousin who was also lying on the bed watching TV: "Zhou Lin, your brother is here, let's post couplets together!"
After saying that, my uncle rummaged through the boxes and cabinets, and after searching for a long time, he finally found the finished Spring Festival couplets he bought at the New Year's Fair.
“I didn’t even make any cuts, but I’m so busy!”
The three old men worked for more than an hour before attaching the pairs to the pair. After finishing the work, Zhou Yan returned home with his own iron pot and occupied the hot kang head again.
In the end, Zhou Yan still couldn't hold on to the hot bed: after lunch, his father and mother began to prepare the meals for the New Year's Eve dinner, and Zhou Yan, who had been a chef for a while, was brought out to work as a coolie: chopping vegetables, cutting meat, and preparing cold dishes.