Back in the 1960s: The Struggle of the Pampered Wife

1811-1820

Chapter 1811

Three pots of noodles steamed nine large pots of steamed buns, about twenty in one pot.

Cooked pumpkin rice, took out a pot of sugar and garlic, and didn't stir-fry.

Yesterday I ate too greasy, the elderly and children did not dislike coarse grain rice, Er Xiong ate two large rolls of Erhe noodles in one go, and only Fubao and Zhuangzhuang ate one.

To kill pigs today, twenty cauldrons were set up early on the grounds in front of the brigade's office.

The firewood was roaring under the stove, the hot water was gushing out from the pot, more than a thousand men, women and children did not sleep in, there was laughter and laughter, Zhang Yuejin brought a group of strong laborers to catch pigs and kill them. .

Lu Erxiong wasn't afraid at all, he was in high spirits and eager to try, if it wasn't for Xi Bao to hold him, he would have to come to watch the fun.

Twelve pigs were killed, and more than twenty pots of pig blood were collected.

It was cold, and the pig's blood quickly congealed.

Boiling water poured on the pig's body, Zhang Yuejin took off his padded jacket and wore a single autumn coat. He shaved off the pig's hair after three strokes, five divisions and two.

The pigs of the Wanglou Brigade are really fat, fat and strong.

The state has regulations that pigs under 120 catties are not allowed to be slaughtered, and the Wanglou Brigade has a bumper crop of grain, lush vegetation, people are full, and pigs eat well. The average of twelve pigs is about 140 catties. Each head must have about 100 catties of clean meat.

Zhang Yuejin dismantled a pig, and the meat of all parts was placed on the big case in an orderly manner. In a blink of an eye, he saw the children following Xibao. Among them, Erxiong had the brightest eyes. In the envious eyes of other children, he casually put one The pig urine bubble was handed to him, "Boy, take it to wash and find a trachea to pump it up and use it as a ball kick."

Lu Erxiong's eyes widened, "What? What is this? It's not a balloon."

The child next to him hurriedly said, "This is pig urine, it's fun!"

Farm children have few things to play with, iron rings are not common, they are gyroscopes, slingshots, and pig urine bubbles when slaughtering pigs every year. There are so many children and so few pig urine bubbles. Whoever gets it is proud.

Lu Erxiong didn't think it was dirty either, and excitedly took it in his hand and discussed with the child how to deal with it.

It didn't take long for a piss-filled pig to become a new toy for a group of boys. Lu Erxiong didn't have the energy to watch Zhang Yuejin kill pigs any more, and said to the children who were playing with him, "Let my third grandpa go in a few days. Buy a ball."

"Ball!" A group of children showed envious eyes, "Do you often play football in the city?"

Lu Erxiong thought for a while, "Not often, we still have to go to school, and the older kids don't like to play with our younger kids. But when the older kids aren't around, we will play football, basketball and table tennis. I don't know about my table tennis. Have the rackets and badminton rackets been sent, if they are, I will bring them to play with you, and I will teach you to play table tennis and badminton."

As the pigs were slaughtered and decomposed, ten of the twelve pig urine bubbles fell into the hands of the children. The child is a little unhappy.

Twenty pots began to stew meat, and the aroma filled the air.