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Chapter 97

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    "I'm not used to eating pork now, so what should I do." Ye Chuchu took out another sheepskin jacket: "Put this on, I think Dad will wear a cotton jacket, it will definitely be cold later."

    "Okay!" Zhao Wentao took it: "I'll get some blood sausage back then."

    "Don't worry about me, you can order whatever you like." Ye Chuchu said with a smile, "But if you kill four pigs according to your mother, I don't think there will be much."

    "This, this, it's too stingy!" Zhao Wentao curled his lips and left.

    Zhao Wentao arrived in the team, and everyone was catching pigs. Two of them were too smart, so they ran out in a hurry, followed by several big and small guys chasing after them.

    "It's really useless, even pigs can't be caught!" Zhao Wentao shook his head, found Zhao's father and gave him the sheepskin jacket.

    "Zhao Laoliu, you can do it!" Wang Laosan said after hearing what he said.

    Zhao Wentao said reservedly: "I won't go up, let them perform."

    Wang Laosan laughed and scolded: "You are just lazy, I don't know yet!"

    Zhao Wentao laughed, but did not refute.

    The pig chaser over there joined a few more people, fought the pig for several rounds, and finally caught the pig, bound its hooves, and carried it back with a pole.

    "Tell me about you guys, it takes a lot of effort to catch a pig!" The old white man said contemptuously with a cigarette pipe in his mouth.

    "It's not our fault. We haven't had enough to eat in winter. How can we have the strength to catch pigs!"

    "That's right, it's not as good as this pig. It weighs more than two hundred catties, and I only weigh about one hundred catties."

    "In your next life, take off your clothes and turn into a pig!"

    Everyone laughed coaxingly.

    At this time, the production team distributes food according to the population, which is 360 catties a year. If there are many children in the family, it will be better on average. If the children are not big and there are many people, they will not be able to eat enough. The stomach of the young man is a bottomless pit.  In addition, there is no oil and water, no matter how much you eat, you will not be full.

    "Okay, stop arguing, and do it yourself next year. If you don't have enough to eat, it's your own business!" The accountant came out and said: "Hurry up, kill the pig."

    The poles of the four pigs were set up, and someone brought four large pots and put them under the pigs' necks. The old white head put away the cigarette pouch, came over with a butcher's knife, and slashed at the pig's neck. It was really fast and ruthless, pig  He died before he could snort, and the blood gushed out and flowed into the basin.

    The remaining three pigs were cooked in the same way, and the whole process took no more than one minute, which was neat and tidy!

    "Uncle Bai, your craftsmanship has reached the point of perfection." Zhao Wentao gave the old white head a thumbs up.

    The old white-headed man laughed a few times: "You kid has been doing business for a few days, and you know how to write whole words! You have caught my eye, want to learn?"

    Zhao Wentao immediately shook his head: "I can't, I don't kill!"

    "Cut! Don't kill. I think you have harmed things in the mountains." Old Baitou took out his pipe again and smoked.

    "That's not my fault, it's what they sent to the door." Zhao Wentao argued.

    The old man ignored him.

    After the pigs are slaughtered over there, when the blood is almost gone, the pigs will start to bald. This requires hot water and special shaving tools.  Four hooves, and then open the body, get out the internal organs, disassemble the flesh and bones, his work is finished.

    Every village has a pig butcher, and Lao Baitou is such a person. He not only kills pigs, but also slaughters sheep. Anyway, if you need to kill, you will find Lao Baitou, including some people who kill chickens.

    Don't underestimate killing, it requires not only technology but also a certain amount of psychology.

    After the flesh and blood were removed, the boys went on stage again, chopped the meat, weighed it, and distributed the meat to each family.

    During this process, the four pots of viscera were brought into the house and began to be processed. Father Zhao and several old men formed a group of three, and first picked out the oil from the viscera.  The feces came out, and it was all in vain.

    After the oil is picked out, the intestines have to be poured out, that is, the feces inside are poured out, and the intestines are turned over by the way.

    This is also a technical job. One person holds the other end of the intestines, and the other person holds the other end of the intestines. When pouring, they use sorghum poles to surround the city with triangles, prop up one end of the intestines, and then stand on a high place to pour the feces down.  , directly turned the intestines out.

    Turn it over and clean it, this is a woman's job, wash it three or four times with hot water, wash it well, fill it with blood, and boil it to become blood sausage.

    I also mind filling meat, that is, sausage.

    ? Blood sausage filling is also a skill, if it is not poured well, it will break.??, because there is also a need for a hemp rope.

    ? Zhao Wentao came here to tie the hemp rope. It was a brisk job, but he was just too lazy. He came here to eat and drink, and to do something by the way. It looked good.

    "Come on, excuse me!" Zhao Wentao tied the intestines with hemp rope, held them in both hands and sent them to the big kitchen basin, waiting to be put into the pot later.

    "Zhao Xiaoliu, I heard that you posted it, and bought the car!" An old woman who was washing the cabbage asked with a smile when she saw him.

    Zhao Wentao laughed: "Ma'am, you only know, I already posted it! I will buy a plane next year!"

    "You little bastard, if you can, you can buy an airplane, but you don't buy a cannon!" The aunt laughed and scolded.

    "Why do you want that thing? It doesn't look good!" Zhao Wentao glanced at the dried cabbage: "Mother, wash it several times, don't eat a mouthful of sand then!"

    "Get out, I'll put some sand for you later!" The aunt raised her foot and kicked him.

    "Auntie, you have sharp legs and feet, just like that young daughter-in-law." Zhao Wentao laughed and went back to the house.

    "This little bastard is getting more and more out of tune!" Although the aunt was cursing, she didn't get angry. On the contrary, it was very useful. Her legs and feet are not bad for those little daughter-in-laws.

    "This businessman can talk." Another aunt said.

    "This Zhao Xiaoliu was able to speak well before, and now he can speak even more!"

    "It's not a big deal, this kid has a good mouth."

    "A good horse comes out of its legs, and a good man comes out of its mouth. The mouth is delicious! Look, these dried cabbages are enough for you, right?"

    "Let's add some more. They are all big-bellied men. There is not enough meat. It all depends on vegetables!"

    Several aunts and aunts continued to work while talking.

    Zhao Wentao brought out the stuffed blood sausage after a while.

    In addition to him, there are a few young people who also came to help.

    Anyone who comes here, whether they are children or adults, will take the initiative to find work, so that they will have confidence in eating and eating later, so as not to ask people to say that there is no work and no energy to eat.

    "Brother Zhao, you must have made a lot of money in business, have you bought a car?" Several young people asked Zhao Wentao.

    Zhao Wentao stopped joking with them, and said seriously: "My third brother-in-law paid for that car, but he didn't make money to buy it. It hasn't paid back yet."

    "Does that make money?" A young man asked again.

    "How do you say that?" Zhao Wentao said honestly: "If you just rely on your legs to run, you will definitely make money, but if you rely on a car, it is not considered to be making money. It is just paying back the money. It is your own to make money after paying back the money. You guys  Do you think it makes sense?" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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