It happened to be a Saturday weekend, and many children came and sat on the wooden chairs under the eaves.

A few children were playing Honor of Kings on their mobile phones, while several other children were watching with great interest.

From time to time, children or elders would pass by, take a look, and say, "Stay away from your phone."

And then nothing happened.

The children continued to play their games and the adults continued to do their own things.

It is true that each generation has its own childhood memories.

When Xu Qingzhi was this age, there was no mobile phone for playing games. Her father was the only one in the family who had a mobile phone, and it was an old-fashioned keypad phone.

The children would gather together to play catching stones, skipping rubber ropes or drawing grids on the dam in the yard. Several children would gather in groups to play hopscotch.

This time Xu Fuqiang hired a special butcher, but slaughtering a pig is not a job that can be done by the butcher alone. It requires several men, and they have to have strong arms to hold the pig down.

So a lot of people came, including her eldest uncle Xu Fumin and second uncle Xu Fuwen.

Xu Fuqiang took a bamboo pole and drove the pigs over from the back mountain.

The villagers took a look.

"Your pigs are really well raised."

This pig is estimated to weigh more than 400 kilograms.

They live under the spiritual energy array every day, and eat pumpkin and corn irrigated with diluted spiritual spring water. Even the rice bran is from the rice grown by the Xu family themselves. How can they not be raised well?

Xu Qingzhi didn't have to worry about slaughtering the pig, she just watched from the side.

Since she joined the organization, she has made another request, and she has to contribute her own strength. These days, she has been following up on the endangered plant protection work, contacting the staff there, and conducting tissue culture of tender stems of cedars, which is no different from her casually sprinkling diluted spiritual water on the vegetable field.

This consumed a lot of her spiritual energy to control the spiritual power array.

The whole body is a big void.

A cold wind blew over from the horizon, and she trembled as she wrapped herself tightly in her winter clothes, a flowered cotton-padded jacket.

The men were preparing to slaughter the pig, while the women were busy in the kitchen.

Wang Yanmei and Aunt Zhou came out carrying a large stainless steel bathtub.

This is an ancestral "treasure". Before houses were built, there were no shower heads or anything like that. We would fill a large stainless steel bathtub with water, sit in it and take a bath. After bathing, we would grab one side of the bathtub and lift it up with force, and the water would pour out along the constructed cement ditch and out of the small hole next to it.

The bathtub I used when I was a child is now clean and used to hold pig blood.

Disgusting? Not at all. No one would think the pig blood in the tub is dirty, because it is a basic procedure for slaughtering pigs in the village.

The group was in a panic at first, but later everyone held on to the pig.

The butcher held the knife, the white knife went in, and soon the red knife came out.

The bathtub was filled with salt and warm water, and the pig blood flowed into the bathtub below. Then the women carried the pig blood to a clean place aside. After a period of time, the pig blood will coagulate from liquid to clots, and then the blood clots can be boiled and eaten.

A group of people began to busy themselves with removing the pig hair, cleaning the internal organs and chopping the meat.

The most delicious ingredients often require only the simplest cooking methods.

So what Wang Yanmei plans to make today is stir-fried pork with peppers.