A Small Farmer Girl 's Story of Making a Fortune by Farming

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　　The one who came to help the Shen family slaughter the New Year pig was Zhang Chunxiang's eldest brother from her mother's family.

　　Mrs. Wu was boiling water in the kitchen, and the daughters-in-law were picking vegetables in the yard. The men, of course, were catching pigs in the pigpen.

　　One of the Shen brothers grabbed the pig's ear, and the other grabbed the pig's tail, and the rest of the men who came to help held the pig's back tightly to prevent it from struggling and running away.

　　Several people worked together to drag the pig out of the pigsty.

　　The big black pig seemed to know that it was going to die. It roared madly and tried to break free from the Shen brothers.

　　It was the first time for the Shen brothers to catch a pig. The pig was fat and strong, and it almost broke free from Shen Lao San's hand while struggling hard.

　　Fortunately, Zhang Chunxiang's eldest brother from her mother's family was quick-witted and put a rope around the pig's neck, trapping it tightly.

　　Old man Shen thought to himself, as expected of an old butcher who has been killing pigs for more than ten years, his skills are very skilled.

　　Six or seven people dragged the pig to the front yard and lifted it onto the large wooden board that had been prepared.

　　The howling of the big black pig echoed throughout the village, attracting many people to watch the fun.

　　"This pig is well fed, it must weigh at least 200 kilograms."

　　"I think it's about the same. I haven't bought the meat for the New Year yet. I'll weigh some at Third Grandma's house later."

　　"I had already calculated that my third grandmother's family would slaughter a pig this year, so I didn't buy any meat on purpose, waiting to buy from her." Liu Quan's wife crossed her arms, somewhat proudly.

　　Farmers raise pigs until the New Year, or they sell them alive to butchers. This way of selling is based on the gross weight of the whole pig, so the price is naturally much lower than pork. Another way is like the Shen family, who invites a butcher to kill the pig at home, leaving a portion for their own consumption and selling the rest to the butcher and villagers.

This kind of pork is more expensive than live pigs, but it is two cents cheaper than the meat stalls. Farmers save their money from their fingers, and one catty is two cents cheaper, and two catties can be four cents cheaper. So for them, it is a big bargain.

　　The big black pig on the board had lost all breath of life, and in the big wooden basin under the board was a basin of bright red pig blood.

　　Old man Shen brought the pig's blood into the kitchen, and then took out the boiled water, pouring bucket after bucket of it onto the big black pig.

　　It was not until Brother Zhang Chunxiang called for a stop and started to shave the pig hair that Old Man Shen started to help.

　　"Eldest son, go and call your eldest uncle and fifth uncle to come home for lunch. Third son, go to the town and bring back two jars of wine." Mrs. Wu wiped her hands and assigned tasks to her sons.

　　"Hongmei, go with your father to your great grandfather's house and ask your great grandmother to bring you a basin of pickled cabbage. We made all the pickled cabbage into lunch boxes and sold it in winter."

　　Just as Shen Hongmei caught up with Boss Shen, Wu Po called her back: "Ask your grandmother to come here for lunch, and bring Xiao An as well."

　　"I understand, grandma!" Shen Hongmei responded, jogging to catch up with her father.