Zhao Bing's home is in a mountain valley at the end of Panshan Road. There is no longer an asphalt road and no modern atmosphere. The entire village is so desolate and barren even if it is covered in white snow.

There are dozens of houses scattered in the village, which are lifeless. Most of them are stone and adobe houses from decades ago. Only one or two houses are newly built red brick bungalows.

Zhao Bing's home is also a stone house. Zhao Bing's wife left early. He is an old widower. His son Zhao Xiaobing has never married a wife in his life and is an old bachelor.

So what people feel when entering this home is only coldness and despair.

There was no decent furniture at home, and Zhao Bing had gone out to visit the grave in the morning, so the earthen kang was actually cooler than the snow outside.

Zhao Bing seemed to have become dozens of years younger all of a sudden, and his legs and feet were so sharp that Tang Lin struggled to chase him on the snow. Originally, the old man asked Tang Lin to cook on the kang, but Zhao Bing was unwilling. He was excited, running back and forth, burning

Kang, boil water, and then discuss with Tang Lin in a low voice, "Chief, can you kill pigs? I don't have a piece of meat in my house, but there are two big fat pigs in the pig pen..."

It's not that Tang Lin didn't help him, but pig killing was an absolutely technical job. He had never seen one, let alone killed one. Although his home was also a county seat, it was in another world compared to Zhao Bing's village.

But he couldn't bear to refuse Zhao Bing's hot and turbid gaze. If he didn't help kill the pig, Zhao Bing would blame himself for the rest of his life. When the old commander came, he didn't let the old man eat a bowl of hot food.

Pork stewed vermicelli, what is it called?

That's all Zhao Bing has now!

So Tang Lin gritted his teeth and touched the pig pen in the dark, and was startled. The two pigs in the pig pen were very fat and very big, which was in sharp contrast to Zhao Bing's thin and withered body. Tang Lin's heart once again

Pain arose, and he knew that Zhao Bing must have fed all the food at home to the pigs, because these two pigs and the few acres of barren land outside were his only means of survival.

Naturally, a large fire pit has its advantages. A few pieces of firewood were stuffed into the stove and it quickly burned the buttocks. The old man sat contentedly on the top of the stove, drinking tea, the worst quality tea, and eating hawthorns from the hawthorn tree in Zhao Bing's backyard.

The laughter was hearty, "Haha, hahaha, okay, okay, your place is good, not bad, you little bastard!"

Zhao Bing was still so excited that he had nowhere to put his hands and feet. He stood nervously on the ground, "Chief, please take a rest first. Look at me, you have even forgotten to find a bed and a bed!"

As he spoke, Zhao Bing tremblingly opened the mottled cabinet and pulled out from the bottom a large floral quilt that had not been stained on his body, with a bright red word "Happy" on it.

"Don't take it too hard, chief. I haven't even gotten over this bed. I was originally planning to give my unlucky son a wife..."

The quilt was thick and warm, and the old man did not refuse. Even though his heart was made of iron, he could not bear to refuse.

"Commander, don't worry, there will be hot pork stewed vermicelli in a minute!" Zhao Bing rubbed his hands together excitedly. The old man had already brought in the cucumbers and tomatoes he had brought, "Okay, okay, I'll be fierce."

I’ll give you a meal of pork stewed vermicelli. You feed me pork, and I’ll treat you to cucumbers and tomatoes. Come, sit down and eat. I grew them all myself, they’re delicious!”

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, where could Zhao Bing have fresh vegetables to eat? There was only a pile of Chinese cabbage and radish in his vegetable cellar. He was holding a green cucumber, but before he ate it, tears began to flow down his face again.

Then he swallowed the jujube and nodded his head, delicious, delicious!

But Tang Lin outside was not so lucky. He was holding a rusty butcher knife in his hand and stood in a dilemma between two big, round fat pigs that were obviously hostile to him!

Which one to kill first?

Moreover, a pig weighs at least 300 kilograms. If you kill it by cutting its throat recklessly, there is no problem. Killing a polar bear is no problem.

But it needs to be done with skill, killing with one knife and bleeding, otherwise the pork will be useless. He only vaguely knew this in his mind, which he got from listening to the chats of other meat vendors at the vegetable market when he was a child.

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Anyway, this is simply not a job that one person can do.

After making up his mind several times, he not only failed to kill the pig, but was hit several times by a pig weighing more than 300 kilograms, leaving him covered in pig manure and stench.

Fortunately, Zhao Bing, who had finished eating the cucumber, ran out to help. Tang Lin had to discuss with him in a low voice, "Old man, there must be a butcher who kills pigs in your village, right? Can you call for help? I... you let me kill people,

But it’s a bit difficult to kill a pig..."

When Zhao Bing heard this, he immediately slapped his head in regret, "Look at me, look at me, I'm so stupid. How could the chief kill a pig? Wait, I'll call you right away. Thank you for your hard work, chief. Please wash your hands and go inside to have a cup of tea."

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Tang Lin had to correct him again with the rusty butcher knife, "Old man, I am not the chief, I am just a guard. Call me Xiao Tang!"

Zhao Bing waved his hands in fear, "No, that's not possible. Even if you are the old army commander's personal guard, your position is higher than mine. You must shout, you must shout!"

Tang Lin suddenly turned down his face and said, "Old man, how can there be a distinction between high and low in the revolutionary army? There are only different divisions of labor, not to mention you are a fighting hero and a veteran, so you must call me Xiao Tang!"

Zhao Bing finally gave in and immediately changed his name to Xiao Tang in embarrassment.

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Killing a pig is really not a job for one person, especially at night. In the end, it took an hour, plus five big men in the village to kill the pig. Of course, this did not count the pig's head, which was completely gutted.

What kind of life.

Tang Lin spared no effort and worked blindly, so in the end he was covered in pig dung and pig blood and had a fishy stench, which made him look very miserable.

Later, the old man who couldn't sit still in the house also came out to watch the fun. When he saw Tang Lin's appearance, he couldn't help but cursed, "You kid can't even kill a pig? You can't even eat the ready-made ones, get out of here."

Go aside and see me!"

So the last stab was not made by the village butcher but by the old man himself. For this, Tang Lin saw a huge difference and at the same time he deeply admired him.

The old man likes to be lively, so after killing the pig, he immediately put it into the pot. The men who helped didn't let go. There happened to be a country cook inside, the kind who would help cook when someone has a wedding or wedding. The cook personally cooked to entertain the city.

The old general who came here, not to mention anything else, the old man's very rare Warrior armored vehicle can shock the whole village.

Everyone is guessing that Old Zhaotou is lucky this time. How old an official must be to drive such a car!

The old man brought good wine. The old man has a lot of good wine at home. This time he brought Hengshui Laobaigan with 67 degrees, which is not expensive, but it is very enjoyable to drink.

As the old man said, drinking wine with over 30 degrees Celsius is worse than drinking cold water!

But the problem is that the old man's health doctor strictly forbids him from drinking. At this time, Tang Lin should take on this responsibility, but he didn't even try to persuade him. Not only did he not persuade him, but he drank with him.

How long can the old man be so happy in this life? How many times can he be so happy?

In his mind, there was not much difference between the old man who sat in the greenhouse vegetable field waiting for death every day and Zhao Bing who stood in front of his son's grave in the snow and wanted to die.

Drink, roar, be happy, old man!

But he could accept it and enjoyed watching the old man who was happily drinking and stood up to show off his sword on the fire bed. However, the old man wanted to sing again, but he had to find a way to stop it because he was afraid that the whole village would have nightmares that night.

So he quietly walked up behind the old man and whispered, "Old man, if you want to sing, let's sing tomorrow, otherwise we will disturb the people!"

The old man was stunned. He nodded first, and then kicked him directly from the kang to the bottom of the kang with a rude kick. "Get away, little bastard, you just said that my singing is terrible! Go to the wall and think about your fault."

, I’ll deal with you after I finish drinking!”

"Come on, little soldier, drink, leave him alone, and keep drinking!"

But Tang Lin was not a fool, and now he was not afraid of the old man at all. His heart was so hot that he did not go to the corner to think about his mistakes. Instead, he sat by the stove and happily roasted pig's trotters for himself.
Chapter completed!