"Boy, don't fool my mother with these words! Is this pig still able to recite poems or not?" My mother was also stunned, and then slapped me hatefully and said angrily. I quickly smiled and said, "Mom, don't be angry. My child said the wrong thing in a hurry. However, this pig is definitely a good thing. Really! The child bought the pig just to let his father and mother see the child's new skills. It will definitely make you think of it once and twice, and this pig is full of treasures!"

"Really?!" Cheng Luanluan seemed to have smelled the smell of the pig, and her expression was a little unnatural. She seemed to want to cover her nose and felt rude. She asked me timidly. I was so angry that I smoked my orifices. I was talking about pigs here, but I didn't move the pig to the desk. Why are you hiding?

"This pig skin can be used as shoes, and the bristles can be used as brushes. As for the whole body of the pig, it can be eaten, and if it can be well conditioned, it is a good delicacy. The most important thing is that the pig grows very quickly and has strong reproductive ability. My father must also know why poor people raise pigs in their homes because pigs are resistant to coarse food and eat everything, which is easy to feed. Moreover, after the pig matures, the meat will be much more than sheep, other small livestock and poultry." I explained constantly.

"Haha, I never thought that Erlang also studied the diet of people's homes. Well, I, the common people in the Tang Dynasty, actually raise pigs because it is big, has a lot of meat, and is resistant to coarse food. However, this taste is... "The old man shook his head: "I have never tasted it, but I am very sure of our Erlang's craftsmanship. Let's do this. I'll take a good look at your craftsmanship."

"That's good, thank you, my father." I opened my mouth happily, okay, tomorrow, I will let you taste what the whole pig feast is.

He hurriedly took a few bites of food and gave it a full meal in an exaggerated way: "I'm full, my father and mother, you eat slowly, and I'll go out to have a meal first." My mother glared at me: "What's going on? In the past, you were the first to eat. The last one was full, but I didn't eat much now. Why are you full?"

"I'm so full, so Sister Shu gave me some food. I swelled a little, haha." I quickly talked, Li Shu stared at me with big eyes, as if condemning me to lie in my mind. I fought back with justice and went out proudly. Well, I kept my appetite and gave me a robe soup for a while. Hahahaha...

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Pao Tang, this is our local name. The correct way is also called pig slaughter rice. Today, after I went back to see the address of Qujiang Academy, I happened to hear the pig yelling, and immediately hooked up all the greed that was hidden in my stomach. My son immediately ordered the soldiers to buy two big fat pigs and a few little pigs, just to prepare to have a good meal, and by the way, let the family see my son's skills.

Since my father agreed, I would not let me eat alone secretly. After eating, I raised my hands and headed towards the kitchen of our backyard. The backyard was very lively. At this time, it seemed that the pig was slaughtering at the critical moment. The pig's chirping was shrill, and the third brother was hiding behind Fang Zhu, gnawing on the chicken legs while watching the bloody scene in front of him.

I found it funny. I took two steps ahead and gently tapped the third brother's head: "Boy, if you don't go to eat, why are you here? My mother still said you just now." The third brother almost fell to the ground with a chicken leg in his mouth. He looked up and saw that it was me, and smiled: "Second brother, I'm watching the fun. The pig is competing with people, it's so fun."

"Boy, kill pigs, and compete with people." I laughed and scolded. The people who were watching the crowd walked forward. Sure enough, Bornarjin and Fang Cheng, the two masters in the Fang Mansion, were naked, and the hot steam tidied the fat pigs that were fighting hard to the door panel. When they looked up, they wiped the sweat from their faces and said happily: "Young Master, the two pigs have been tied up, and they have prepared everything, and there are also ingredients and other things. We are waiting for you to come."

"Well, okay, come here, take the copper basin, Bonai, shave the hair in the ground where you are about to stab me first. Don't fall into the basin with blood, then you won't be too tired." I took a servant and sat down with a big horse and a golden knife handed over to the scene. The third brother had already gnawed all the chicken legs, and his greasy hand was already on my shoulder. I was so angry that I slapped him over. The little guy quickly shrank his hand and signaled that he didn't mean it, this little hooligan!

There were probably more than 100 kilograms of fat pigs on both ends, and seemed to have felt the approaching death and kept whistling at the top of their throats. However, for the sake of eating, we didn't care about compassion. After Bornarjin shaved the hair on the necks of the two fat pigs, the large copper basin was placed.

Bonalljin handed the sharp-edged sword biting in his mouth in his hand. The sharp sword light flashed and it accurately penetrated the pig's neck with one knife. I almost applauded. This guy is really a great man among the nomadic people. I am afraid that the pig-killers I have seen in later generations are not as good as him.

As the knife was stirred and pulled, blood suddenly gushed out like a fountain, and even splashed on the people in the douban. There were about twenty people around here who helped and watched the fun. It was okay. If there were more, let alone slaughtering rice, I was afraid that even the entire pig would not fill the appetite of these people.

The large copper basin that was taken with blood was placed aside. The fat pig finally ended the pain and was already swallowing. Several big men stepped forward together, untied the rope in three or two, and roared in unison, lifted the big pig up into the boiling water on the side, scalded and shaved the hair. Not much effort, a black pig turned white and red. Bornarjin immediately took the knife and cut the pig into two halves, and beat it with boiling hands. I quickly let the fangcheng throw the internal organs into another basin, and then directed him to cut the large intestine, small intestine, and powder intestine respectively. The powder intestine only needs to be rinsed with water. The small intestine and large intestine were rinsed with water first, then added rapeseed oil and rubbed it and cleaned it.

On the other hand, all the shaved bones were thrown into a big pot, letting it rise. In addition, I asked Bonai Jin to cut off the waist and ribs, and threw two large pieces into it and cooked it. There was nothing in the pot except ginger. However, gradually, the flavor of the broth began to spread.

Here, I asked the room to crush the pig blood that had already condensed. After the soup over there was heated, I scooped out two spoons, put them in a small basin, put them on the snow, and poured all the salt, pepper powder, and pepper powder that had been prepared long ago and stirred evenly. At this time, the broth was almost cold. Then I poured it into the pig blood basin after passing through the basket, added chopped green onion, coriander, etc. and stirred evenly. Then I took the washed intestine, first tied one, and then started to pour it with a funnel...

Then I threw it into a pot of clean water and cooked it. I originally wanted to have some cold salmon, but I just thought about it and let it go. At this time, who knows if the pig has any disease, and it is safest to eat cooked food.

Fried waist, fried pork, fried pork, fried pork, and fried meat. There were not many stir-fried dishes. Other blood sausages, powdered sausages, ribs, white sliced ​​meat, pork head meat, and big bones were all cooked into a big pot. Around twenty people threw the two pigs that had already been erect, and ate the meat in large pieces and drank wine in a large bowl. They were very refreshing and tight. The young master chewed the fatty oil in his mouth. The taste was so beautiful. Even the third brother, who almost ate the chicken legs, squeezed in. He ate happily, and everyone was even delicious.

Everyone sat in front of the steaming pot with a smell of steaming meat, shouting loudly, making a loud punch, drinking and eating meat, which was so good. After thirty years of alcohol, they were all happy. When they were excited, they rolled up their hands and trousers, hugged their shoulders and backs, which was really intimate. The dim lights in the courtyard complemented the red lights of the guests' faces, and they were talking and laughing loudly, eating and drinking happily.

This scene really made me feel very comfortable. I could only feel this simplicity and intimacy in the countryside of our hometown. Now, I feel like I have returned to the happy time of going to my classmates’ houses in the countryside to eat pig-killing rice with them.

I took a sip of wine and looked up at the outside of the door. Although the door was open and the cold wind was stirring, it seemed that we could not extinguish our noisy and enthusiasm. The sky, the clear moon shone on the snow outside the door, reflecting a light silver color. I could also hear the low chirping from the cattle shed in the distance, and the crisp barking of dogs. I could not express the happiness in my heart in words. I couldn't help but hum the desolate and emotional tune of the nomadic peoples with the beginning of drunkenness.
Chapter completed!