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It's the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month in a blink of an eye, and tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and the wound on Zhou Qingwu's hand has completely scabbed over, and it should heal in a few days.

Those who have pigs at home have already made an agreement with the butchers in the town to invite them to come to the village to kill pigs in this season.Pig slaughtering during the Chinese New Year is a big event, and it is something that children and adults are looking forward to.

There is ready-made pork in the village, so naturally there is no need to go to the town to buy it.The pig in Aunt Liu's house is black in color, fat and strong, and it is going to be slaughtered in the future.

Zhou Qingwu and Meng Chuxi made an agreement with Aunt Liu early in the morning and ordered more than ten catties of meat.Two people can't eat so much meat, but Meng Chuxi thinks that he still has some money this year, so he plans to make bacon and save it for the next year.Zhou Qingwu used to buy a piece of meat for the Chinese New Year, let alone making bacon, which was a luxury, but Meng Chuxi said it, and she immediately agreed.

In the Dayan Dynasty of this era, the New Year's Eve was also very important. On that day, the top priority was to sweep the house and offer sacrifices to the Kitchen God. On that day, people also had to eat kitchen candy and place sacrifices to the kitchen god.

When the two of them went to the town, they had already bought almost all the things they needed, and they were just waiting for tomorrow.

Aunt Liu's family slaughtered pigs, Zhou Qingwu and Meng Chuxi both went to help.The water in the pot was already boiling, and the men outside lifted the ladders and set up the chopping boards, waiting for the butcher Su from the town to come.

Butcher Su is famous for killing pigs, and the surrounding villages will invite him to come.No, from a long distance, he was seen coming here from the entrance of the village wearing an apron and carrying the burden of killing pigs.

Zhou Shishan went up to meet him, the two exchanged pleasantries, picked out a strong male, and a group of people lifted the big fat pig weighing two hundred catties out of the pigsty.Zhou Qingwu who was in the house immediately heard the miserable howl.

Seeing the little girl trembling, Meng Chuxi leaned over and asked considerately, "Are you afraid?"

Zhou Qingwu pursed his lower lip a little shyly, and shook his head, but his expression was a little nervous.Meng Chuxi reached out and covered her ears without saying much: "It's so loud, we won't listen."

Aunt Liu is very busy today. After slaughtering a pig, she has to bring hot water and prepare something to hold the pig's blood and catch the water.From the corner of the eye, I saw Meng Chuxi covering Zhou Qingwu's ears, and couldn't help laughing: "Oh, Chuxi, don't spoil Qingwu girl like a child, she will be a housekeeper in the future, and you have to get used to it."

Zhou Qingwu's face turned red, but there was a trace of uneasiness and melancholy in his eyes, and he tried to avoid it.Meng Chuxi smiled: "Auntie, what can she do, little girl, it's best to pamper her."

Aunt Liu's eyes were full of smiles: "Speaking of how old you are, you are also a little girl."

Although she said so in her mouth, she was very happy in her heart, and walked out with her things.Meng Chuxi instructed Zhou Qingwu to be in the kitchen and help them with the work.

It took six men to carry the pig onto the chopping board. On the other side, Butcher Su had already burned three sticks of incense there, and bowed three times to the east.Rolled up the sleeves and clenched the butcher's knife tightly. After a group of people stared at it and cut it down, it became quieter. A layer of red foam.

Soon the pig's cry became low. The knife was very beautiful and did not cause much pain to it. Butcher Su pinched the pig's left front leg to clean the blood pressure, and immediately shouted loudly: "Miss Liu, you can wipe the pig." blood!"

"Hey, come!" Mrs. Liu responded cheerfully, took straw paper, wiped the pig's blood on the knife edge of the pig, and put it on her pigpen. Meng Chuxi didn't quite understand what it meant, but later realized that it meant raising pigs in the coming year booming.

In Meng Chuxi's impression, killing the New Year's pig is a big event, and his grandfather also raised pigs when he was a child.She is the happiest when it comes to slaughtering pigs, and she can eat all kinds of pig-killing dishes.

Pigs that have bled have to make a small cut in the hind legs. Butcher Su knows this well. He pokes an iron rod through the wound, stretches it during a meeting, and then puts a bamboo tube as thick as a thumb into it to blow air.He breathed really well, and the speed of the pork head began to rise as fast as the eye could see. It was already fat and now it was like a blown up balloon, round and round.

Seeing this step, Meng Chuxi also turned around and went in to help carry water together.The scalding boiling water is poured into the large oval-shaped wooden barrel specially used for slaughtering pigs, and the hot air instantly fills the sight, and the most complicated hair removal is about to begin.Experienced butchers will inflate the pigs in advance, which will save a lot of effort in hair removal.

It lasted nearly two hours from the slaughter of the pig to the complete disembowelment, and the pig hanging on the ladder was already white and plump without a trace of hair. This scene was very attractive to the people of this small mountain village.Meng Chuxi quietly whispered to Zhou Qingwu who dared to go out to see: "Looking at this pork, I think of the taste of braised pork."

Zhou Qingwu looked at her with shining eyes, as if he was so greedy, he couldn't help laughing, and stretched out his hand to gesture: I bought meat, I'll make it for you.

Aunt Liu's pigs are quite strong, and I put a large pot of lard in it, and I put a pile of pigs in the water.At this time, poor people eat a lot of pig offal, mainly because they don't know how to handle it, and the cooking method is simple and has an unpleasant smell, so that most of them are inferior ingredients, but Meng Chuxi has his eye on it.

Seeing that the pork had been put on the chopping board and the people waiting to buy the meat had already brought their baskets, Meng Chuxi was a little moved.According to the usual practice, the butcher who kills pigs should take some as compensation, and the pig's head, pig's water and pig's trotters are the most commonly given.

But butcher Su finally took away a pair of pig stomachs and pig ears. Meng Chuxi thought about it for a while, and wanted to take the remaining pair of pig kidneys and fatty intestines that were put into the water.

But she was a little worried that Zhou Qingwu would not be able to eat that food, so she asked her in a low voice.Zhou Qingwu was taken aback for a moment, then gestured and said: Those are not tasty, they taste very strong, we buy meat without saving money.

She thought that Meng Chuxi bought those cheap pig offal because she cared about the money. She really didn't have any money left during the Chinese New Year, so she would buy some pig offal when slaughtering pigs. Although the smell was strong, it was meaty.And pork liver is also good for making soup, but the taste of pig intestines is really indescribable.

Meng Chuxi understood what she meant, shook her head and said, "Actually, pork offal is well cooked and tastes better than meat. If you eat it, I'll buy a pair, and I'll make it for you when I go home, okay?"

Zhou Qingwu was a little hesitant, but thinking that Meng Chuxi knew everything, he nodded again: You can buy it if you want.

Zhou Qingwu nodded loosely, Meng Chuxi smiled and was ready to go.Looking at her back, Zhou Qingwu suddenly felt that in Meng Chuxi's eyes, he really looked like a housekeeper. It was clear that she took most of the money in the family, but she would always ask herself first when using it.

The smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't stop rising, but he shrunk it down in embarrassment when he thought of something, what was he thinking about.

The people who came to buy meat were all to stock up on new year's goods, and they asked for a lot, and this pig was basically divided into half.Butcher Su chuckled when he saw her: "So it's you, you live in Zhoujia Village."

Meng Chuxi also smiled: "Boss Su, you still remember me."

"I remember such an iconic guest. Brother Zhou's pig is not bad. It's not bad at all for the Chinese New Year. How much do you want?" He asked Meng Chuxi to help her with the knife while talking.

Meng Chuxi was not in a hurry, their flesh was already in the crotch that was reserved.So she shook her head, and said to Zhou Shishan, "Uncle Zhou, I want to buy some pork offal, do you want to keep it at home?"

Zhou Shishan was taken aback: "I'm just going to keep the pig's heart, and I'll sell the others if they want them. If I don't want them, I'll keep them. Are you really going to want them? It's not good, it's not good." He liked these two things very much. I am a girl, so I kindly told her.

Meng Chuxi nodded: "I'm going to ask for it. I'll take the pig intestines and kidneys, but the two of us can't eat too much, we only need a part. Qingwu is anemic, so I'll cut a piece of pig liver and make soup for her, is that okay?"

"Anemia? Is it because of lack of energy and blood? It's good to drink pork liver soup, if you want to take it." Seeing her insistence, Zhou Shishan complied.

But the women who were buying meat next to them glanced at Zhou Qingwu, and said a few times: "I said, Miss Meng, you too, how can you buy some offal for the Chinese New Year? Didn't you just sell Polygonum multiflorum and buy a few catties of meat?" Don't delay, the meat and ribs are much better than those pork livers to replenish your body, and Miss Zhou can't eat much for her small body, so don't be so frugal."

The men were a little puzzled, and they kindly comforted them at the moment: "It makes sense, this meat is very good, and buying a catty or two is enough to eat, and you should eat better during the Chinese New Year."

Zhou Qingwu had been looking at Meng Chuxi with a smile in his eyes, but after hearing what the woman said, he stopped laughing and walked towards Meng Chuxi.

Meng Chuxi seemed to have noticed something, looked back at her, smiled comfortingly, and immediately complied: "It is said that my family Qingwu had a hard time in those years, and his body is small, so it is impossible to make up for it. I have already made up with Uncle Zhou. I have ordered more than a dozen catties of meat, and made up for what she didn't eat before, and bought this pig into the water as a tooth-beating sacrifice."

Uncle Ge and Meng Chuxi were getting acquainted, and he laughed immediately: "This Qingwu is living a good life. They said before that they couldn't support you if they had too many mouths, but now they are doing very well. It can be seen that she, this year If you are saved, you will be transferred."

Meng Chuxi just laughed without saying a word. The person who originally wanted to deliberately provoke right and wrong also found it boring after hearing the words, so he bought the meat and left quickly.

Aunt Liu looked angry: "Then Mrs. Wang is as virtuous as the Lin family. She has been on good terms with the Lin family on weekdays, but she doesn't learn well now. She lives her own life and manages others when she is full."

Meng Chuxi didn't think it was strange anymore. In fact, the reason for this was just that she was unlucky, so she set her sights on others too much.What she lacks, she will think that you lack even more, and what you have makes her uncomfortable. They just show that it is better to get along with her, Zhou Qingwu.

After killing the pigs, Aunt Liu's house still had to prepare pig dishes. Meng Chuxi and Zhou Qingwu helped clean up the things, but they didn't plan to stay for dinner.

Aunt Liu was a bit reluctant: "How can you not eat after you have helped me?"

Meng Chuxi tactfully refused: "Auntie brought us close, and I'm not polite to auntie. Today you have a lot of people in your family. You go to work, and we go back to eat." Seeing that she was still pulling, Meng Chuxi glanced at Qingwu next week from the corner of her eye, and said in a low voice : "She is more comfortable at home, thank you, auntie."

When she said this, Mrs. Liu understood. Some of the people who came to eat together had arranged for Zhou Qingwu in the past, and even now they are still talking about the lone star of the gods.It might be embarrassing for Zhou Qingwu to stay.She frowned, and sighed again: "That's fine, I won't stop you. You are a careful child, and Qingwu will enjoy happiness with you."

Before leaving, Aunt Liu wrapped two pieces of pig's blood in lotus leaves, and stuffed them to Meng Chuxi: "It's fine if you don't eat, and this is for Qingwu girl's health. This pig's blood is also good."

This was right in Meng Chuxi's heart. Zhou Qingwu became dizzy when he squatted for a long time, and his hands and feet were cold in winter, which was obviously due to lack of energy and blood.Although I have improved a lot in the past few months, I have to make up for the shortcomings that have been there for a long time.

After the two returned home, they hung up the meat.These ten catties of meat are very good, with a lot of lean meat and some streaky meat, suitable for anything.Among them, the big piece near the hind legs, Meng Chuxi is going to make smoked meat, and save the rest for the Chinese New Year, which should be enough.

"Qingwu, let's make pig's blood at noon, okay?" Meng Chuxi looked at the congealed pig's blood, and turned to ask Zhou Qingwu who was about to start a fire.

Zhou Qingwu nodded: OK.

The pig blood Meng Chuxi brought back was soaked in salt water, and went out to cut a handful of leeks in the open space in the yard.The home-grown leeks are soft and soft, not as thick as the ones Meng Chuxi bought in that time and space, but the aroma of the home-grown leeks is unmatched by the ones that are bought. Meng Chuxi couldn't help but lower her head and sniff.

Wait until the water in the pot boils, drain the rice, and the pig's blood is almost soaked.The excess blood bubbled out, and Meng Chuxi reached out and pressed it, and it was firm and elastic, and it was ready.

When she went to cut leeks, Zhou Qingwu had already prepared the garlic and ginger for her.Looking at the neatly arranged spices, Meng Chuxi couldn't help boasting, "Qingwu is so careful, that's awesome."

She blushed with shame at such a straightforward compliment, Zhou Qingwu lowered his head, and hurriedly stuffed the firewood, already accustomed to the little girl's thin skin, Meng Chuxi smiled, and cut up the ginger and garlic, and then cut up the pig's blood Form into slices of uniform thickness.

Looking at the thin slices, Zhou Qingwu was a little worried. The toughness of pig blood has always been insufficient. They used to cut it into pieces when cooking in the past, because slices are easy to break.But after thinking about it, it doesn't matter if she eats something broken at home, so she went with Meng Chuxi.

Heat the oil in the pot, stir-fry the onion and garlic, add the pig's blood and stir-fry, and the aroma will rise immediately.Meng Chuxi's technique was neat, and the pig's blood was still intact after being stir-fried in the pot, which surprised Zhou Qingwu.Add some rice wine and vinegar, which can not only remove the smell of pig blood, but also add fresh fragrance, and it tastes better.

The original pig's blood has already been boiled when it coagulates, so it doesn't need to be stir-fried for too long, otherwise the taste will be worse.It's a pity that there is no chili at this time, otherwise the taste will be richer. You can't eat dogwood with pig blood, so you have to give up.

Cleanly put the leeks into sections and stir fry together. After the dark red pig's blood and green leeks are evenly stir fried, not only the aroma is better, but the color is also very beautiful, very appetizing.

Add salt and stir-fry out of the pan. This pork blood and leek dish is ready, and the whole kitchen is overwhelmed by this aroma.Zhou Qingwu couldn't help taking a breath: "It smells so good."

Meng Chuxi raised her head and glanced at her: "I'll make another boiled cabbage, and then I can steam the rice."

Zhou Qingwu touched his stomach and nodded.