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The killing of pigs here takes place much earlier in the morning, basically about a month or two earlier, because after the cold weather, the fat pigs in the pigsty basically don’t gain weight.

The food we eat every day is not enough to resist the cold consumption, so it is a waste of food to continue feeding.

Of course, it was a different situation at the pig house in the shed. Those piglets had grown to half size, and they were growing meat every day.

The team leader's aunt weighs it from time to time. According to her, on average, a pig can gain about one and a half catties per day.

According to this trend, a large number of pigs will be slaughtered just before the Spring Festival. Except for the reserved breeding pigs and sows, the rest can basically be sold.

On December 12th, early in the morning, Liu Qingshan went to the mountains for morning exercises, and invited his master back, because his family was going to kill a pig today, and it was the Jiapigoutou family who performed the knife.

In fact, there is a particular point here. Generally, everyone is not very willing to kill pigs first.

When slaughtering pigs in rural areas, neighbors, relatives and friends, as well as prominent people in the village, all have to call for help, and eat pork by the way, and there are several tables set up.

Think about it, everyone's stomach has been boiled for almost a year, and the oily water has long been boiled dry, and it's hard to eat pork, so it's not easy to shake off the cheeks, at least you have to eat a lot of meat.

After eating a few of them one after another, they were basically overwhelmed, so the owner who killed the pig later could save some money.

Liu Qingshan doesn't care about these things, if there is no income, no matter how much money is cut, it won't save much money.

After breakfast, many villagers strolled over to his house. A big wooden case had already been set up in the courtyard, and this was the guillotine for the big fat pig.

It happened to be Sunday, and many children came to watch the excitement, and the fourth and fifth children also followed suit, lighting cigarettes and passing fire to the guests.

The little ones were all jumping and dancing, and Si Huzi was still muttering: "Don't cry, children, you will kill pigs in the twelfth lunar month."

Next to them, there are two children talking to each other: "Don't be greedy, children, children, after Laba, it will be the New Year!"

Killing pigs and celebrating the New Year are probably what they are most looking forward to.

Of course, it was Dashuai Zhang who performed the knife. He wore a furry dog ​​fur hat on his head and a palm-width belt around his waist. He was majestic and murderous.

There is a greasy leather scabbard on the top of the belt, and inside is the butcher's knife that has been battle-tested.

I don't know how many pigs were stabbed with this knife, even if the second senior brother saw it, his legs would tremble.

On the large stove outside, a pot of boiling water had already been boiled, and everything was ready. Marshal Zhang took off his dog fur hat and hung it on the grill, revealing his shiny and big bald head.

He slapped the belt around his waist, and he yelled, "Use the knife!"

Liu Qingshan also couldn't help but want to laugh: Why is this a bit like Mr. Bao calling out the guillotine?

Ahhhhhh!

He couldn't help but sneezed a few times, rubbed his nose, and thought to himself: Who is talking about me?

When Liu Qingshan's house was busy slaughtering pigs, he didn't know that someone was really looking for him, and they were going crazy.

Chapter 95 Who is Liu Qingshan?

"Who is this comrade named Liu Qingshan? Is he an employee of our automobile factory?"

At the Chuncheng Automobile Factory, Geng Jie, a high-ranking party official, put down the phone, communicated with the translator next to him, and then asked the factory directors and engineers present.

These bigwigs from the automobile factory gathered here precisely because of the phone call just now.

The call was from AMC Corporation in the United States across the ocean. The cooperation between the two parties in the field of cars has reached a critical juncture, so they attach so much importance to it.

In the call just now, Mr. Thomas, who has been promoted to the chief engineer of AMC, said that he will lead the company's team and come to Spring City again in early January next year to start formal negotiations.

However, at the end of the call, Mr. Thomas expressed that he hoped to have a call with a person named Liu Qingshan. There were important matters to discuss, which were directly related to the upcoming negotiations.

When it comes to negotiations, there is no trivial matter, but the problem now is:

Who is Liu Qingshan?

Secretary Geng was stumped now, so he could only brainstorm ideas.

The leaders present here also looked at each other in blank dismay: It seems that they have never heard of it?

Just as everyone was enlightened, Wu Wei, the chairman of the trade union, slowly put down the white porcelain cup in his hand and spoke slowly.

"I remember that when Mr. Thomas was inspecting our factory, he suddenly fell ill and was rescued by a young man in time. At that time, this incident was reported in the newspaper. It seems that the young man is called Liu Qingshan, right?"

With such a reminder, everyone really remembered that there was such a thing.

I finally got the number right, but I only know one name, which doesn't seem to be of much use. Who knows where this little comrade Liu Qingshan lives, and where can I find him to answer the phone?

How else can we say that people are more intelligent, after some discussion, they quickly found Li Xuemei's head, followed this thread, and led Wu Jianjun and Liu Quangang out.

Because according to the little nurse Li Xuemei: These two employees once went to Liu Qingshan's house!

That's it, the arduous task falls to these two employees named Wu Jianjun and Liu Quangang!

The corners of Wu Wei, the chairman of the trade union, also turned up slightly, obviously in a good mood, because Wu Jianjun, his own nephew, of course had to give it a push.

But after asking, I found out: These two young workers have been suspended without pay for the past few months because of their improper work attitude.

"Hurry up and get back to work. Our policy is to cure diseases and save lives, not kill them with a stick."

The leaders were also anxious, and soon, the leaders of the branch factory Fei Ge and Gang Zi belonged to began to visit.

After all this tossing, it was already evening. Gangzi had just closed the stall and was sitting at the table counting money. There were a lot of banknotes, and there were whole coins and change.

As soon as he heard that he was going to be called back to work in the factory, the guy shook his head vigorously:

"I won't go back, and I won't go back even if I'm killed. I earn more in one day than I go to work in a month. What am I going to do when I go back, unless my brain is kicked by a donkey!"

As soon as the voice fell, his head was slapped.

Looking back, it was his father who had been a worker all his life, and he didn't dare to speak up immediately.

Since returning from Jiapigou last time, Brother Fei and Gangzi have really traveled to Yangcheng. Counting the money sponsored by Liu Qingshan and their own money, they bought more than 100 sets of Chinese tunic suits.

As a result, it was almost sold out within half a month after returning. Brother Fei took the money and went to Yangcheng again, but he still hasn't returned this time.

After tasting the sweetness, Gangzi will not go back to work even if he is invited by eight sedan chairs.

Gangzi's old father, an older generation of workers, still has a very deep affection for the factory. First, he slapped Gangzi down, and then he heard the factory leader explain his intentions, and he agreed directly for his son.

"You said it earlier, isn't it just for a run, or go to Qingshan's house, I didn't have enough fun last time I went."

Gangzi muttered, and added at the end: "I thought you were going to drag me back to the factory, I was scared to death."

The leaders of the branch factory who came here were almost pissed off.

Did you say that?

But right now, when he was employing people, he didn't care as much as this guy, so he left overnight and drove to Bishui County.

In addition to the driver, there is also a translator and a deputy secretary of the main factory in the car, who is in charge of the construction of the trade union.

After all, it is a major matter of cooperation, and the factory attaches great importance to it, so the level of the people sent is not low.

The main factory is a dignified deputy ministerial unit, a deputy secretary, whose rank is higher than the county magistrate.

Sitting in the car, Gangzi was still muttering: "It's time to kill the New Year's pigs in the countryside. I wonder if the Qingshan family killed them?"

……

Hey!

The last scream of the big fat pig was heard by the whole village of Jiapigou.

I probably also knew that death was imminent today, so this big fat pig weighing more than 200 catties screamed and struggled desperately.

As soon as the four people lifted the pig out of the pigsty, the guy jumped up and fell to the ground struggling violently.

Big Zhang Luo tied his arms in front and tried to stop him, but was knocked down by the big fat pig.

The big fat pig ran wildly all the way, and rushed directly towards the greenhouse, which frightened everyone and yelled loudly.

If the rammed goods were allowed to enter the greenhouse and the plastic sheeting would be damaged, the vegetables inside would have to be abandoned.

But in the face of the big fat pig that went crazy, who dares to stop it head-on, and there is really no way to stop it.

Seeing that the big fat pig had already rushed to the front of the shed, a strange roar sounded:

"dumb!"

Then there was a thud, and the big fat pig lay directly on the ground, its hooves twitching, and its mouth was foaming.

What's the situation?

Everyone rubbed their eyes, and then saw a person standing between the big fat pig and the shed, with a silly smile on his face, whoever he was if he wasn't dumb.

Hiss!

In the yard, there was a sound of air-conditioning.

Those little dolls called Sa Huan immediately shut up and looked at the dumb grandpa timidly.

The dumb grandfather is an old widower, so he still prefers children. He stretched out his big hand like a cattail fan, and stroked Er Manzi's head with a smile.

Er Mangzi let out a wow in fright, and ran while crying. He felt that he must not be as resistant as that big fat pig.

"You brat, why run away, I won't hit you."

Liu Qingshan laughed and cursed twice, he saw it clearly just now, Master slapped the big fat pig on the forehead, knocking the pig down with one slap.

This is real kung fu, Liu Qingshan's eyes almost lit up: I don't know when I will be able to practice like this?

Dashuai Zhang was the first to react: "Hurry up and carry the pig over to let the blood out. If it dies in a while, you should cover the blood!"

It was the same four people who carried the pig just now. This time, they carried the big fat pig to the case without any effort.

A big basin was placed under the pig's head to catch the pig's blood. Zhang Dashuai went in with a white knife, and came out with a red knife, and the bright red pig's blood dripped into the basin.

Salt had already been sprinkled in the basin, and Zhang Laoji was stirring it vigorously with a wicker stick.

Dashuai Zhang also looked enviously at the dumb grandpa: "Mute, let's kill pigs together in the future. You slap first, and then I slash. Damn it, it's too easy!"

After the bloodletting was done, they began to shave the pig's hair, and then cleaned out the head and hooves in the water.

Dashuai Zhang is the best at feeding blood sausages in the village, so the work of washing the intestines also belongs to him.

He flipped the pig's small intestine skillfully with chopsticks, and while muttering, he also flipped the small intestine with the dumb grandfather: "Tell me, why didn't you accept me as an apprentice..."

In the outhouse, several women are also busy, cutting sauerkraut around a large cutting board.

Pig-killing vegetables and sauerkraut are the main dishes, and everything is a few big pots.

In the pot, the cut meat has been boiled, and the sauerkraut is also put into the pot, slowly gurgling together.

This must be stewed more, it is best to stew for half a day, the sauerkraut is completely stewed, and it will be more flavorful.

In addition, the most important thing is that the blood tendons that have been stirred out by stirring the pig's blood just now must be put into the pot and cooked together.

Without this thing, the pig-killing dish is not authentic.

After the blood sausage was filled, it was slowly cooking in the big pot that served as the yard.

To cook the blood sausage, it is enough to keep the water in the pot slightly open. Zhang Dashuai stared closely at the side of the pot, holding a big horseshoe needle in his hand, and deflated the blood sausage one by one.

"Marshal, should I get you a small bench to stand on, so that you don't get stuck in the pot."

The others were all fine, they just basked in the sun and smoked under the window root, and Da Zhang Luo was still joking with Zhang Dashuai.

Dashuai Zhang shook the needle in his hand: "Believe it or not, I will also bleed you later."

They were making fun of themselves, while Liu Qingshan led a few young men, and borrowed tables, chairs, benches, bowls and chopsticks from neighbors, there are at least four tables for these guests today.

There are two tables in my home and in my grandfather's house, and this is not considered a little doll watching the excitement.

The little ones didn't come to the table. After the meat in the pot was cooked, they cut a few big pieces. For all the little ones who came, they gave half a small bowl of meat, poured some soy sauce, and hurriedly got out after eating.

I also have to worry that they eat too much, their stomachs can't stand it, and they dare not eat too much. If they get tired of eating all of a sudden, they will feel disgusted when they see pork in the future.

After two o'clock in the afternoon, it was basically ready, Liu Qingshan went to the road to look around several times: Why is it not here yet?

Yesterday he rode his bicycle to the commune and invited Secretary Sun of the commune, and he promised to do well.

"Come on, come on, come on!"

Captain Zhang rushed back on his bicycle. After getting off the car, he panted and said to Liu Qingshan, "Qingshan, here is a group of foodies. Is there enough meat?"

"Uncle Captain, it's enough."

Liu Qingshan agreed with a smile, and cooked a pot of meat, almost half a piece of pork and half a son.

"These hungry wolves!"

Captain Zhang muttered again, and then explained, it turned out that there were representatives from each brigade of Qingshan Commune when we went to the commune meeting today.

After the meeting was over, several branch secretaries and village chiefs suddenly proposed that they had been thinking about going to Jiapigou to visit the pig farms and greenhouses.