attack stream of life

It's getting late, and it's definitely too late to go to sleep and enter the daily free virtual classroom.Qing Chuan got up early and washed his face with cold water. It was already winter and the weather turned cold. When the cold water stimulated him, Qing Chuan immediately became sober that he couldn't wake up again.He shivered and put on his clothes.

Very thin two-layer single clothes are not enough to keep out the cold. There is only a set of thin cotton jackets at home, and they will not be taken out until the coldest time. Cashmere wool sweaters and other cold-proof fetishes will not appear in this countryside.In this era, both fabric and cotton are light luxury items, and they cannot be easily obtained, so they have to shrink their necks close to the stove to keep warm, and wait for the sun to come out at dawn.

In the past, he should have gone to the collective cafeteria in the village with his bowl and chopsticks to wait to eat, but now that he is a 'worker', he can no longer eat from the big pot.Although the household registration is still in the countryside, after Qingchuan went to the slaughterhouse, he got his salary but not his work points, so whether it was a big pot of rice or work points, he didn't care. He could only use money to buy work points in the village in exchange for food.

There are some benefits in the village, such as New Year’s Pig, collective fish and fruit distribution, etc., which are basically based on the ratio of four to six work points per head. Those who work can get more, but Qingchuan, whose household registration is here, gets less.

Now the wages of temporary workers in Qingchuan are 12 yuan, and there are many benefits in the slaughterhouse. From time to time, there are free pig blood pigs into the water, and you can also buy free meat.As for the villagers, the full work points for a day are ten, and one work point is about six cents, which is six cents a day.Excluding the slack season, especially around Chinese New Year, on average, I can work 22 days a month, which is 13 yuan and [-] cents.

Strong laborers work hard for a day, and get the same money as Qingchuan's not considered hard work. Qingchuan also has many invisible benefits, so this calculation, of course, is better than being a worker. Pork will do.

Because Qingchuan does not eat big pots of rice, Qingchuan has the privilege of cooking alone. If other people cook, the village patrol will come to the door. The fragrance of the rice.That is to say, here in Qingchuan, no one cares about the white smoke.

He scoured a handful of brown rice and cooked it in a clay pot with a small steamer on top of which he steamed four or five steamed buns of cornmeal.There was a burner next to it, and a small round pan was just placed. He added oil and fried a poached egg, and fried cabbage with a little oil left in the pan. Two sweet potatoes were buried under the stove.

The corn cornbread ripens quickly, so Qing Chuan took the cornbread and cracked an egg to make brown sugar egg tea.Four or five corn buns, about half a catty in grain, plus brown sugar and egg water, this breakfast is rare and rich.Ordinary people, even those in the city, dare not eat like this. Qingchuan dares to eat like this because the prices in the system are low.

Finely ground cornmeal can be bought for a hundred catties with one point, brown sugar is also cheap, five catties for one point, and eggs, thirty for one point, although they are not too big.Things with three points can be used for a long time. Qingchuan wants to save a little purchase quota, and there will be discounts during the Chinese New Year. The discounts in the system are really discounts.

Qingchuan felt that he could probably understand how the people here cherished all kinds of tickets. He looked at the purchase quota of ten points per day and they felt the same when they looked at the tickets.

After breakfast, Qing Chuan took out his lunch box, put brown rice in half, fried cabbage in half, a poached egg on top, and two roasted sweet potatoes in the lunch box bag. This was his lunch.

The slaughterhouse has its own canteen, where they sell cheap meat and fish, and they need food coupons and money to buy food.Many people bring their own rice, heat it up on the steamer in the canteen, and order a bowl of hot dishes with oil stars in the canteen, and some extravagant meat dishes, as the meat dishes in the slaughterhouse do not need meat tickets.This is much richer than the big canteen in the village, at least it has meat.

At this time, it was already daylight, and he needed to walk for an hour to the slaughterhouse.Because the slaughterhouse is a slaughterhouse in the county, it is located near the suburban farm, where there are cattle, pigs, chickens and ducks raised by the commune, etc.The slaughterhouse receives livestock from the entire county, and also provides meat to all canteens and restaurants in the county, so there is work every day.

Qingchuan's job now is to boil water to scald and pluck chickens and ducks.A simple and tedious job, after a day, the whole body smells like chicken and duck.

He arrived at the slaughterhouse before seven o'clock, not the latest one, so the master gave him a good look, "Here you come? Go and dispose of the ducks over there." There were more than a dozen ducks lying on the ground over there. The ducks have had their throats cut and bled, and there are pots of bright red duck blood beside them, which have been salted and are waiting to be frozen.The frozen blood has to be sent to the canteens of various factories in the county.

Qing Chuan obediently went to boil water to scald the duck and pluck its feathers.

"Huh?" He didn't notice until after he started plucking that the duck now had a thick layer of down, which is duck down.At this moment, people don't have the concept of duck down to keep warm, because the fabric is unqualified and will drill down.Therefore, the duck feathers that come off, except for the good-looking wing tip feathers, will be kept and made into handicrafts and other things, and the other duck feathers will be directly thrown into the stove.

While thinking about the usefulness of duck down, he kept his hands on it.The water was a little hot, and he carefully avoided the hot part.The master chef came over to take a look, and found that Qingchuan was not fast at working, but he was very careful. There were almost no duck feathers left on the duck, and the plucked duck feathers were sorted and processed.

A pile of duck feathers with pointed wings, a pile of ordinary duck feathers, and a pile of soft and slender duck down.

Qing Chuan could feel that the stern-faced master was very satisfied, so he asked, "Master, is there any other use for these duck feathers?" He pointed to the duck down.The water-stained duck down looks wet and dirty, like polluted waste paper, and it also exudes the unique fishy smell of ducks.

"It's useless, why are you asking this?"

"It's like this. I think reed wadding can also be used to make a bed, and duck feathers should be fine too. If it's useless, can I take it back to make a bed?" Collective things, even if they are garbage, and unnecessary things, individuals want to take them You have to say it before you leave, and the leader agrees.

"This thing is not good for making a bed." The master shook his head as if he had tried it before. "It can drill into the bed sheet and fly around. It is not as good as a reed. But if you want it, you can take it."

Qing Chuan frowned happily, "Thank you."

The work in the slaughterhouse is not tiring, but you have to squat all the time, and you have to stand up after a while to relax your muscles and bones, otherwise your feet will go numb after squatting all morning.They all deal with animal hair, Qingchuan deals with duck feathers, and other interns deal with chicken and pig feathers.Chicken feathers can be used to make feather dusters, and pig hairs can be used to make brushes, so neither will be wasted.

When they work together, they will chat, and they will not delay their work anyway, and no one will say anything.

Qingchuan collects the duck down carefully. There is not much duck down in each duck, but a dozen ducks can collect a handful. Now they are dirty and wet together, but they can be made into one after washing and patting them apart. The quilt was thin.He carefully wrapped the pressed duck down with paper and put it in his bag.

"Let's go, let's go to the cafeteria to see if there are any new dishes."

After finishing the work, eating is the most anticipated thing. Workers go to the big cafeteria in groups of three and four.Qingchuan also left with a few temporary workers.

A temporary worker who was with him patted him on the shoulder, "Duck feather mattresses are not good. Many of us have tried it. After two days, you will find that the room is full of duck feathers and there is a foul smell. It's not easy to clean up, and it will fly up when you sweep it, so it's not too much trouble."

Qing Chuan rubbed his head in embarrassment, "I'll try it first, I don't have new cotton at home, I always want to save some warm things, I guess it tastes good if it tastes good." All temporary workers are competitors, but the differences between each other The relationship is not that tense, not to mention that Qingchuan is a country boy who has just arrived, so he is not a threat to the people in the city.

The dishes in the cafeteria are very rich, by the standards of this era.There are four vegetarian dishes: cabbage soup, mustard greens with oil residue, pickled radish slices, and pickled stalks, and two meat dishes: braised chicken offal and roasted pig tail.Each person can also make a bowl of vegetable soup for free.

Qing Chuan took the lunch box he brought and steamed it, and sat down at a table in the corner.After opening it, a person came to his side, "Let's eat together."

The other party also opened the lunch box. There were braised dried tofu, shredded pork and winter bamboo shoots, and a large bowl of sweet potato and brown rice.Compared with Qingchuan's lunch box, there is one less fried egg and more shredded pork, and the portion of the meal is one-third more.People these days are very good at eating, which probably has something to do with the lack of oil and water. Even in the city, they can only eat meat for two days a month.

"Do you still have fried eggs?"

Hearing this, Qing Chuan used chopsticks to divide about one-fifth of it out and put it into the other party's bowl, "Eggs laid by my own chickens." The eggs were not that big, one-fifth was even less.But the other party was very flattered, hesitated for a moment, his eyes switched back and forth between shredded pork and dried tofu, and finally put a piece of shredded pork for Qing Chuan, the tips of his chopsticks were trembling.

It's really shredded meat, almost like a matchstick, but Qingchuan immediately felt the distress and reluctance, and his emotions were so strong that he was about to burn.

"..." It seems that people in this era are really short of meat.

The two exchanged dishes with each other, and the relationship quickly became harmonious (unilaterally).

The young man's name is Tang Yu, and he has been working here as a temporary worker for two years. He is a registered permanent residence in the county seat, and is a related household. The director of the slaughterhouse is his cousin, so he is well informed.He told Qingchuan that the Purchasing Department is already preparing for the New Year benefits.Slaughterhouses have employee benefits during the Chinese New Year, as well as temporary workers, usually with meat, and occasionally with other things.Tang Yu said that last year each employee gave out half a catty of brown sugar.

"As soon as I took it home, my mother put it away, and only took out a little when guests came." He complained.

Slaughterhouses are the busiest during Chinese New Year, and they take a lot.People in the city have benefits during the Chinese New Year. In November, each household can buy a chicken, a duck, and pork far more than usual according to their household registration.A batch of livestock raised on the farm has to be killed, and everyone has to work overtime. The big cafeteria will provide some free supper as 'overtime pay'.In addition, if pigs are to be slaughtered in rural areas, they will be sent to slaughterhouses.

So years ago was the busiest time for slaughterhouses.

Of course, this busyness is happy busyness.There will be meat in the supper, and you can take it home if you can't finish it.The employee benefits in the slaughterhouse are also very good. Tang Yu said that half of the meat he brings home is made of bacon, and the other half can be eaten for several days. The Chinese New Year is really happy.

During the Chinese New Year, the slaughterhouse will also issue various tickets to employees, such as meat tickets, cloth tickets, cotton tickets, oil tickets, industrial tickets, and so on.These tickets should be reserved for the most critical times, such as Chinese New Year and family celebrations.This is the same whether it is urban or rural.It's just that tickets are more scarce in rural areas, especially industrial tickets.

After eating and resting for half an hour, the work of the afternoon began.

In the afternoon, Qingchuan will work for a master surnamed Xiao. The pig skin can be made into pigskin shoes after peeling and tanning.The pork is cut into pieces, separated according to the parts, and sent to various restaurants and canteens.The frozen pig blood in the morning should also be separated into pieces and sent to different places.

There is a delivery truck in the slaughterhouse, and it has to drive around the county in one afternoon.

Master Xiao sideways blocked Qing Chuan when he was cutting big pieces of meat, he didn't want him to look too carefully.Even if he is a pig butcher, he is a bit self-cherishing, and he is not willing to pass on his skills to outsiders easily.Qing Chuan lowered his head to cut the meat, and from the corner of his eyes, he looked at several master chefs around him, each of them was tall and big, when he cut the whole pig, he opened and closed, his movements were like flowing clouds and flowing water, indescribably smooth and neat.

He couldn't help but think of the experienced forensic doctor. Although the dissected objects are different, the agility is the same. He knows every bone, every muscle, and every blood vessel of the dissected object too well. He knows how to make it perfect even with his eyes closed. Cutting, truly achieve the point where there is no corpse in front of your eyes and a corpse in your heart.

I can't help but look forward to the virtual classroom in the evening.

After the cleaned livestock are cut up and sent to the county, the temporary workers have to clean the grounds.Sweep up the debris, wash off the blood, and keep scrubbing the floor with a large brush.The washed blood and feces should be poured into the septic tank, which can be fermented and used as fertilizer.These fertilizers are provided to nearby farms.

It was past five o'clock after everything was done, Qingchuan took off his gray-black apron and sleeves, and prepared to go home.I saw Tang Yu come out with a big tin jar.

"Hey, I'm going to the farm to get some milk, would you like to?"

Qing Chuan thought for a while, since he had nothing to do, he agreed.

The farm is very close to the slaughterhouse, just a few minutes' walk away.Some local yellow buffaloes are raised there, and the cows will produce milk after calving, and the milk will be sold to the county.Some families are willing to order a can of milk for their children every day.But after all, there are not many such people, so there will be some surplus every day, and it will be cheaper to buy at this time.Tang Yu is familiar with that side, so it can be cheaper.

Qingchuan was a little moved when he saw Tang Yu made a large can of buffalo milk for a dime, but he didn't bring the can.

"It's okay, you can use the jars from the farm first, and just return them tomorrow." The farm employees were very enthusiastic.

Then Qingchuan also made a big can of buffalo milk, and spent [-] cents.

"Do you have a nephew who wants to nurse at home?" Tang Yu asked.

"Can't I eat it myself?"

"Ah?" Tang Yu looked at Qingchuan in surprise.

"I can grow taller again, drink milk to grow taller, don't you know?"

"But you bought so much, if you can't finish it all at once, it will go bad if you leave it alone."

"Add some sugar to make condensed milk, which can be stored for a month or two." Qing Chuan bumped into Tang Yu with his arm, "Do you want to grow taller with me? You are about my age, we still have a chance."

Tang Yu blushed with embarrassment, "Can you really grow taller?"

"can."

"I'll think it over."

Qing Chuan had a hasty meal at night, and bought condensed milk condensed with sugar.Boiling at a low temperature is better, and it won't damage the nutrients of the milk too much. Qingchuan thought that he would use it anyway in the future, so he bought a pressure cooker from the system to boil the condensed milk.

A large pot of condensed milk is added with two taels of white sugar, and in the end, only half a pot of condensed milk can be boiled, and you can eat seven or eight spoonfuls at most. I dare not say anything else, it is a lot of firewood.Qingchuan originally wanted to save some points, but now it seems that it is more cost-effective to buy fresh milk every day.There is a large bowl for two cents, and you can drink it after boiling.It is to run the farm every day and spend money on shoes.

After spending a whole day in the slaughterhouse, he was covered in stench, Qing Chuan boiled water and took a bath.

This is a luxurious room in the countryside. It has a separate bathroom with a bathtub and clothes hangers.Qingchuan lost count of points, and bought a large pack of bath soap, without thinking about the fragrance or effect, it is the most basic kind, and it is also cheap, one point is seven pieces of soap, according to the frequency, you don't need to buy again for half a year.He also bought some toothpaste and toothbrushes. These things require industrial tickets, which are not easy to buy on weekdays.

After taking a shower and washing his hair, Qing Chuan unexpectedly found that his skin had turned white.

"..." It must have been a long time since I took a bath to accumulate such a thick protective film.

Before going to bed, Qingchuan made himself a cup of hot milk, after drinking and brushing his teeth, he lay down on the bed, closed his eyes and waited to fall asleep.

Under the bed is a thick straw stack, which was dried in the sun last year, and it has been compacted and not so warm.This year, I need to get some new ones to dry and make new mattresses, otherwise I don’t know how to spend the winter.The winter in the south is cold, wet and cold, and the wind is biting, which is more exciting than that in the north.

With hot milk to help him sleep, Qing Chuan quickly fell asleep.

A door formed of light appeared in front of his eyes, which was the door of the virtual classroom.

Qing Chuan thought that when he entered the virtual classroom, he would see a pig butcher with a big arm and a round waist, with a butcher's knife in his hand, and a pig in a hideous shape.But when he really entered the virtual classroom, he was stunned, it was completely different from what he had imagined.

"...What are you doing?" Qing Chuan looked blankly at a middle-aged man stroking the back of a big silver-gray fish over and over again.The fish was still alive, with its mouth open and pouted, and its tail flicked from time to time.I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always feel that there is a kind of weird enjoyment in the white fish eyes.

"Massaging the fish helps to relax the muscles, makes it happy to death, and keeps the meat in top condition. That's the first lesson we have to learn."

"..." After co-authoring, he not only has to learn how to kill chickens, ducks, pigs and cattle, but also how to give animals a full body massage?