The three brothers killed a chicken for the first time in history.
Sharpening the knife took a long time.
Pan Jinhua watched as the three brothers sharpened their knives, one after the other.
Liu Yun and the others wanted to help kill him, but Pan Jinhua wouldn't allow it.
In the past, the family was wealthy, and Liu Yun and Mo Qiaoniang had never slaughtered chickens or ducks themselves. Since they were going to overcome this challenge anyway, they decided to let the three brothers practice properly, and the family's chicken-slaughtering business would be handed over to them from now on.
The three brothers stood together, with Li Xuming holding a knife and staring at a hen tied to the ground, motionless.
Li Xuchang strode forward and pinned the hen down.
"Big brother, come quick, I've subdued it!"
Li Xushi thought to himself that his younger brother was the most clever, and quickly followed Li Xuchang's example, holding down the other chicken as well.
Holding the knife, Li Xuming cursed his two unscrupulous brothers in his heart.
After a moment's hesitation, he still stepped forward with a death wish, carrying his knife and striding forward with powerful strides, as if he were going to the battlefield.
Li Qingzhang, Li Qingjing, Li Qingfei, and Li Qingzhi, the siblings, couldn't help but burst into laughter at their father's unbearable expression. It was New Year's Eve, so no matter how much they laughed, their father wouldn't get angry.
Li Xuming glared at his two younger brothers, secretly regretting his impulsive decision to grab the knife.
Li Xushi and Li Xuchang immediately looked away, refusing to meet his older brother's gaze.
"Boss, hurry up, we still need to pluck the feathers later, time is of the essence!"
Pan Jinhua not only watched the spectacle with amusement, but also urged the project to proceed.
Hearing his mother urging him, Li Xuming finally gritted his teeth and walked toward a chicken that was being held down with trembling hands.
Chicken: Kill it or skin it, hurry up and do it!
Just as Li Xuming was about to chop the chicken's head with the cleaver, Pan Jinhua stopped him again.
"How can you kill a chicken like that? Are you planning to chop off its head?"
Li Xuming, a grown man, stood there like a child who had done something wrong, holding a knife and looking completely lost.
"Mother, how can we kill her if we don't chop her off?"
"Foolish!" Pan Jinhua had never thought Li Xuming was stupid before. After all, the head of the household was a very thorough person.
Li Xushi and Li Xuchang, like quails, kept their heads down and remained silent.
You can't insult me after you've insulted your older brother!
After dealing with Li Xuming, Pan Jinhua didn't let the brothers Li Xushi and Li Xuchang off the hook either.
"You two too, none of the three brothers are smart."
Li Xushi & Li Xuchang: *sobs* They've already insulted the eldest brother, why are they still insulting us?
"You don't know the value of firewood and rice until you're in charge of the household. If you kill this chicken like that, you'll be wasting its blood. Chicken blood can be used to make a stir-fry."
Chicken blood? Stir-fry?
The three Li brothers, Xu Ming and his brother, felt a chill run down their spines, and the others in the yard weren't much better off. This bloody mess—was it for cooking?
Ugh, just thinking about it is terrifying, it sends chills down my spine.
Seeing the expressions on everyone's faces, Pan Jinhua thought, "You'll only know if it's good or not after you've tried it. Those who haven't tasted it have no right to comment."
She then instructed the Li brothers, Xu Ming and Li Xuming, to each hold the chicken and pluck all the feathers off the hen's neck.
Then I took another bowl, filled it with some water, added salt, and finally placed the bowl under the chicken's neck.
He instructed Li Xushi to pinch the chicken's wings and claws tightly before Li Xuming slashed the hen's neck.
Blood gushed out, and Li Xushi quickly lifted the chicken upside down. The blood flowed down the cut and into the bowl, turning it bright red.
When the chicken had almost finished flowing, Li Xushi put it in the wooden basin next to him, and Liu Yun and Mo Qiaoniang quickly poured hot water in.
Several boys stood guard in front of the wooden tub; they were the main force plucking the feathers from the hen.
Having successfully killed a chicken the first time, Li Xuming's confidence soared.
With heads held high and chests puffed out, they confidently headed towards the next hen.
Another bowl was filled with water and salt and placed in front of Li Xuchang. Li Xuchang then imitated Li Xushi's earlier actions and began to pluck the feathers from your body.
Li Xuming confidently swung his knife, and the chicken died as soon as he sheathed it.
The hen let out a final, mournful cry, and gradually lost her voice.
Over there, Li Qingzhang and his brothers were already enthusiastically performing a feather removal treatment on the hens.
After boiling in hot water, they can easily pluck the chicken feathers with a gentle effort.
It was their first time doing something like this, and although the scene was a bit bloody, they weren't those aloof young masters who didn't care about worldly affairs. They actually found plucking chicken feathers quite interesting.
Pan Jinhua did not approve of the idea that men should be responsible for external affairs and internal affairs.
We are limited by the times now. In modern times, there are many women who are both the breadwinners and homemakers.
That's why she made the three brothers kill the chicken. It's not that women can't do it, but it shouldn't be taken for granted that they should. Other families can't control this, but the men in her family must know how to cook.
She consciously made the three brothers do things for her from the moment she was exiled.
The boys below were the same; since their own fathers were doing the work, they didn't care at all.
Pan Jinhua is satisfied with the Li family now.
We're all just ordinary people now, so we can't keep acting superior.
After Li Qingzhang and his men had plucked the chicken clean, Li Xuming picked up a knife and gutted the hen that had been bled and plucked.
Here, he no longer had much of a psychological barrier; he just hoped that the cut wouldn't be crooked.
The chicken intestines and gizzards were pulled out, and Li Xushi and Li Xuchang followed Pan Jinhua's instructions to process the internal organs.
Li Xuming looked smug and relieved. In his opinion, killing a chicken was much better than dealing with its internal organs.
The hen was chosen for its plumpness, but there wasn't much oil inside.
Li Qingzhang took the prepared hen, marinated it with the prepared seasonings, wrapped it in the dried lotus leaves he had prepared beforehand, and then gave it to Li Qingjing.
Li Qing had been waiting nearby, eagerly anticipating this moment.
Pan Jinhua had told the children about beggar's chicken on the way to exile.
Because it was New Year's Eve and the family was going to slaughter a chicken, Li Qing wanted to try making beggar's chicken with his brothers. Pan Jinhua was very supportive and let them do as they pleased.
Li Qingduan and Li Qingyi had already mixed the mud together, and even Li Qingtong was playing with it enthusiastically, not caring about the cold at all.
Li Qingjun wanted to get involved, but his brother stopped him completely.
Li Qingruo, Li Qingfei, and Li Qingzhi then used the stones and bricks that their brothers had collected to build a stove.
Li Qing brought over the chicken wrapped in lotus leaves, and then the twins and Li Qingtong happily covered it with mud, making sure it was completely covered. The boys' hands were covered in mud, and some even got on their faces. No one knew how it got there, but fortunately, they were careful not to get their clothes dirty.
Otherwise, you'll be in for a beating.
The hen, covered in mud, was thrown into the stove built by the girls by Li Qing, who then lit a fire.
Li Qingyao and Wang Jiao watched curiously from the side.
The children squatted in front of the earthen stove, not moving an inch.
As the adults went about their business, they couldn't help but smile knowingly when they glanced at them.
The three Li brothers, Xu Ming and Li Qingzhang, prepared the dishes, killing chickens and fish. Li Qingzhang helped Liu Yun and Yan Shi pluck the feathers from another chicken, while Li Qingruo accompanied Mo Qiaoyun to wash vegetables.
Pan Jinhua looked at everything in the courtyard and felt satisfied.
Snowflakes began to fall from the sky at just the right time; it was snowing.
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