Stylistic road

I felt that I had just squinted for a while, and I hadn't rested yet, when someone came home.

First, the door creaked, and then a little boy ran happily and laughed.

Chen Mingliang quickly put on his shoes and went out to greet him.

"Brother! It's your brother who is back, Mom, your brother is back!"

The little boy cheered and ran over to pounce on Chen Mingliang.

At this time, the younger brother is still very cling to this older brother. He thinks that his older brother is very cool, he knows a lot, and he can kill pigs. He really has a cult of worship.

It's just that as I grew older, my own knowledge also increased, and I gradually saw Chen Mingliang's falsehood and reality, and Zhang Chunhua always said Chen Mingliang incompetent and stupid.

This made Chen Tomorrow slowly change his attitude, and began to look down on this brother who has been caring for him.

Zhang Chunhua followed behind and closed the door. It was also a little surprised to see Chen Mingliang coming back.

"The big and the small are back." (The local nickname of the son in the northwest of Shandong is "li" and the daughter "ni", the so-called big and small, the second small, the big ni, the second ni).

"mother!".Chen Mingliang shouted.

At this time, Zhang Chunhua was still very young, in her thirties, and she used to be very beautiful.

However, the looks at this time are not good-looking, and they already have the posture of traditional rural middle-aged women.

One is that she is not good at managing her figure, and the other is that she dresses casually.

You see, she wears a single coat on her lower body with big cotton trousers, a thick oily apron around her waist, and the floral cotton jacket on her upper body is directly naked, but she has two sleeves on her arms, and the sleeves are also greasy. Tired.

His hair was tied into a small twist and put on the top of his head, and he also wore a big scarf, with the two ends of the scarf tied to his chin.

His complexion was tormented by the winter and his skin became purple, and his lips were chapped with blood.

It can only be seen from the eyebrows and forehead that this is still a young woman, once young and beautiful.

"Have you eaten before you come back? I'll cook it for you if I didn't eat it. I just want to have lunch too."

"Eat it, only eat at home, is what is left in the pot."

"Ah, how can there be food at home? What did you eat?!"

"The bowl in the pot is broken."

"I'm all done?!" The tone changed suddenly, and his mother's voice became sharp.

"Ok."

"You, you have a mallet, it's reserved for your brother, how can you eat it! I'm not willing to pretend to fill my stomach with good meat specially selected."

"I really didn't leave a little for my brother?!."

"No, I haven't eaten these for a long time, so I ate them all."

Zhang Chunhua was outraged.

"All day long, I know how to eat and eat. I don't want to grow up to be such a big man. I don't want to use it at all.

"It's up to your dead ghost father to eat and do everything. If you don't do business at all, why don't you die with him? You shouldn't understand a little bit of human affairs when you get married."

It's been a long time since my mother scolded people like this, and she still used so sharp words.

I don't remember when my mother scolded me like this last time. I didn't scold me like this since I was not at home in the Roulian factory and asked myself for money.

I just saw the warmth of my mother suddenly disappeared.

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

"Mom, don't scold my brother. I don't like to eat the flesh and bones anymore. If I don't eat my brother, I use it to feed the dog. And there are bone scum inside, which is not delicious at all."

"I only like tenderloin. Go buy some tenderloin. I want fried tenderloin."

The atmosphere has eased a lot.

No words for a while.

"Brother, I got the first place in the final exam with two 100 points. The school awarded me two awards and a beautiful notebook. I got two 100 points in the whole class!"

Chen Mingming shouted excitedly and took out a handwritten certificate and a soft notebook like a workbook from the hall, holding his small hand high.

"Great, awesome every day!"

Chen Mingliang's tone also pretended to be excited.

"Brother, brother, mom went to the parent meeting today and gave me ten yuan as a reward. Do you have any reward for me?"

This bear kid.

"Yes, yes, and so does my brother."

After speaking, Chen Mingliang also found 5 yuan from his pocket and handed it to his younger brother.

"It's only 5 yuan"

Chen will take it tomorrow, with a little grievance, a little too little.

Zhang Chunhua saw Chen Mingming's double star shoes again.

"What's the matter with the shoes? Why are you buying them? They are expensive and not warm. Take your father's shoes and wear them."

"Small."

"What are you afraid of squeezing your feet, you can die."

Chen Mingliang didn't answer the conversation, a bit unable to adapt to the atmosphere of the family twenty years ago.

"Has all school salaries been paid?"

Zhang Chunhua asked suddenly.

"Sent."

"Is there any new year's money at the end of the year?"

"Have"

"How many?"

"10 yuan."

"It's so stingy, take it all quickly, and spend it all if you have money, just like your dead father."

"Adding the previous two months, the total should be more than 50 yuan."

"Ok"

"Give me 50. It will happen to be a small year tomorrow. I will bring the second elementary school for a new year's fair tomorrow, and buy him some noodles for the new year."

Chen Mingliang took out five pieces of 10 yuan from his pocket and gave them to his mother.

There is no bargaining.

He also has a small vault.

In fact, Chen Mingliang has had a habit of saving since he was a child. He had counted his assets right after he was born again. Don't tell me, he is really rich, not counting the 100 yuan sports subsidy, and there are still 1.6 More than a hundred dollars.

I didn't know that this was pocket money I had accumulated for many years, sewn into my army coat, and I could feel it at hand.

Usually Zhang Chunhua is very bad for Chen Mingliang’s use of cash cards. First, she knows that Chen Mingliang will make money for the new year. The current market price of castrating a pig is one dollar and one dollar. Second, even if Chen Mingliang doesn’t have money, what can she do if she asks for money. What, I know squandering

After a period of time, she would try Chen Mingliang for money, and if she couldn't find any good results, she would scold him.

When it's unbearable, some money will come out.

Since the death of my father, each tuition payment has to be delayed for a long time. It was delayed until the teacher began to stop the class, and then it was paid, but it was also paid in installments.

Chen Mingliang was used to these things, and the memories of his previous life were slowly recovered.

"Don't just eat and dry your food, do more work during the New Year, I will take you seventeen pigs, the previous appointment will start from the twenty-fourth and kill to the twenty-seventh, the meat is allowed to go out."

"You wait to clean up the chopping board, I'll let Murakami send three heads over first, just in the afternoon, I will kill them to win, so I can make some blood sausage and sell them."

"it is good."

Killing pigs is a basic skill.

Can you kill pigs today? Chen will be excited when he hears it tomorrow.

"The pig urine bubble will be left to me, so I will tell Er fat to go to play football in the afternoon."

There are not many modern toys in the countryside. Lego, Ultraman, deformed robots, etc. do not exist. Pig urine bubbles, which are pig bladders, can be blown up and kicked. It is definitely a good toy.

Mother and younger brother went out separately again.

Chen Mingliang was scolded for the first time when he returned from rebirth. He didn't hold his mother and cry like in other dramas, and then secretly vowed to be nice to his family.

In fact, his mother also loves him, but love has a degree of importance and the way of love is the same.

Poor people, where are the feelings so delicate.

Chen Mingliang hurriedly got alive, took out the pot in the yard, pulled up the water pipe, and filled the pot with water using a pressure well.

When the pot was almost full, Chen Mingliang started to sweat.

Fill the bottom of the pot with firewood, light it, and boil the water.

Two more buckets of water were pressed to rinse the chopping board and cooking utensils.

Then he took out the pig knife left by his father from the back room.

In fact, there are many pig-killing knives, some are used to kill pigs, some are used to peel skins, some are used to chop bones and meat, some are used to chop meat, um, and some are used for castration...

Of course, in the hands of a highly skilled master, a knife can also cover the world, but it is less efficient.

Before the knife was finished, I listened to the pig cry from far to near.

The children who opened the door first were more excited than anyone else, and then neighbors from the neighborhood who came in one after another. They ordered pork for the New Year to watch you kill the pigs. They ordered the pork and feared that you would inject water.

The last one who came in was a pig pulled by a cart.

The pig is very unwilling to scream, you guys have a good Chinese New Year, I'm afraid this year will not be passed.…

The big guy made a loose circle,

"Liangzai has grown taller, now he is taller than longevity."

"Longevity is longer than longevity. Longevity is just so high. It's not 1.8 meters. Look at Liangzi's figure, at least 1.85 meters."

The knife is sharpened, and the water in the pot is a bit hot.

Zhang Chunhua took a basin, picked up some water, adjusted some salt, and put it under the cutting board to collect pig blood.

In fact, Chen Mingliang has not killed a pig like this for many years.

The meat joint factory is mainly engaged in the processing of meat products, and pig killing is only a small part of its business.

The technological foundation for decades is still there.

He greeted the people watching the excitement and lifted the pig onto the cutting board, and scratched the pig at random with a knife. Zhang Chunhua had already prepared the pot.

The child covered his eyes and peeked through his fingers; some of the frightened daughters-in-law turned their heads away; and some folks could look forward to it, their excited eyes were shining, and they were looking forward to the moment the knife was stabbed in. stimulate.

Seeing the stall, Chen Mingliang pierced the pig's neck with a knife.

The pig screamed, and the blood poured into the basin.

Zhang Chunhua used a stick to stir while receiving it. This is a good material for making blood sausage.

Three pigs were killed in succession that day, and they were busy until midnight to separate the meat.

Then he settled the pig money with the owner of the pig.

Doing the math, the harvest is not bad. Now the pork is five yuan a catty. After the cost is recovered, an average of ten catties of meat are left for each pig, all the pig bones, pig heads, pig feet, and pig drains.

Only the bones are worthless, they can only be cooked.

Everything else can be exchanged for money. Killing a pig can make at least fifty hundred yuan.