Chapter 60 Chapter 60 Grandpa, is this what it means to be covered in shit?
Since it was going to be a celebratory banquet, we naturally couldn't be as stingy as before - we used a bucket to distribute a bowl of food to each person, and after it was distributed, some people ate it while standing, while others took it back to share with the whole family. It was like birds and animals scattering in all directions, and there was no atmosphere at all!
What kind of banquet is that?
It's so ungenerous, people will laugh at you if you tell them about it!
Not to mention that this celebration banquet was also meant to be for Zhou Jiatun to see.
Seeing his team members with bruised faces and eager eyes looking at him, the captain made up his mind and opened the warehouse to pick up two loads of rice, one load of wheat, and more than 20 kilograms of soybeans.
The women went to the mill to husk the rice and wheat, while the men pressed the pigs against the flat tower in front of the brigade office and sharpened their knives. The educated youth were weak, but they couldn't eat white rice, so they were arranged to wash vegetables and move tables. There was no rule that women were not allowed to sit at the celebration banquet, especially Sun Pozi and others who made great efforts. If they were not allowed to sit at the table, they would tear the people who said such nonsense to pieces alive.
With so many people, the team’s tables were not enough, so we had to borrow some from other families in the village.
The children ran around excitedly to watch the excitement - Song Ruan was among them.
There was nothing she could do; no one allowed her to work.
She was originally going to help with rice milling, but as soon as she entered the door, Xu Daya stood up swiftly, saying that she was not needed at all and should leave quickly. The other aunties also pushed and pulled her out as if they saw Guan Gong not using the偃月刀 but using a kitchen knife, and they did so. When passing by a tofu mill, Mrs. Sun, who was secretly pulling soybeans from the mill, reluctantly gave her some - although only a few grains.
The people at the educated youth point wanted her to help with the work, but they were already feeling uncomfortable because they hadn't participated in the war and hadn't been able to attend the celebration banquet. Seeing that the villagers didn't ask her to work, even if they really wanted to order her to do something, they didn't dare to say it out loud under the villagers' watchful eyes. The words kept turning around on their lips, and in the end they just asked her to leave reluctantly, but they hoped in their hearts that Song Ruan would stay.
Song Ruan turned around and left.
You say she can't see their double-faced attitude?
Humph, last time it seemed like only Zheng Qiuyue came to ask her for meat, but in fact, wasn’t it the consent of the entire educated youth center?
A bunch of people who never get enough of taking advantage of her treat her as a sucker.
By the way, Han Zhenzhen was also rescued.
Han Zhenzhen didn't go to the war either. Since she couldn't have fun openly like her, she took people to the mill.
Everyone knew that the two of them got along well, and with the two buckets of sugar water she brought her every day, she successfully integrated into the Dongfeng Brigade and was quite popular with everyone. So the aunts assigned her an easy job - putting soybeans into the stone mill.
Anyway, everyone knows that Han Zhenzhen is rich and honest. She won't be like others who take advantage of others and hide half a tael (criticizing Mrs. Sun by name). This is just right.
The milky white soy milk flowed out from the stone mill. Han Zhenzhen took a bamboo board and scraped off the white paste that had accumulated on the edge. When she had collected half a bucket of it, the skillful aunts took it to the stove to cook.
The fragrance of soy milk gradually emerged from the pot. Seeing that Song Ruan was still standing, the skinny Aunt Liu secretly scraped a small spoonful from the surface and fed it to her - feeding someone you like is probably a common problem among Chinese people. Some people who are so addicted even want to insert a tube into someone's stomach and pour it in with a funnel.
Freshly brewed soy milk is rich and fragrant, with the aroma of home-cooked country stoves. It is really delicious - but it is hot.
These aunties who are in charge of the kitchen are used to the job of 'tasting first', and they have practiced it over time. They can keep a straight face even when eating dishes that are extremely hot right out of the pot. But Song Ruan has not evolved to this level yet.
Her eyes almost popped out from the burn. She didn't dare to hold or swallow the soy milk in her mouth. She breathed in quietly with her mouth half open.
Aunt Liu thought she was so impressed by her cooking skills that she couldn't bear to swallow it. She felt proud of herself and sipped another spoonful, wanting to continue drinking.
Song Ruan waved her hands and ran away.
Aunt Liu put down the spoon with some regret.
"Xiao Song is just too honest," she said.
Honest little Song went to Pingta to watch the pig slaughtering with the children.
Several shirtless men pressed the pig on a bench. The pig couldn't stop struggling, making heart-wrenching cries, and the bench creaked as it shook.
The knife has been sharpened, but no one is working on it - Party Secretary Zhao wants to give a speech.
He loves this kind of scene where he pretends to be the center of attention. He wasn't there during the fight, but now he comes over to show off his power like a shark smelling blood.
But his level was just there. He kept repeating the same old things like how good a leader he was and how difficult his life was. After repeating the same thing over and over again for a long time, he finally stopped, feeling unsatisfied.
"Kill the pig!" he ordered.
The impatient captain rolled his eyes and stabbed the opponent. Blood spurted out like Baotu Spring. Secretary Zhao couldn't react in time and barely dodged it, but a few drops still got on his face.
"Hey you old thing..." He cursed.
The captain said perfunctorily: "It's not good to be lucky. Go, go, go, don't get in the way."
The pig couldn't be killed with one blow, so he was thinking about making a second blow.
Secretary Zhao walked forward with a glaring look on his face. Song Ruan remembered that this man had tried to plot against her in the past. Seeing him getting closer and closer to the pig, she rolled her eyes, squatted down pretending to tie her shoelaces, and picked up a small stone.
When no one is paying attention, she takes aim and throws!
Secretary Zhao, feeling ashamed, was walking forward aggressively when suddenly his knees hurt and his legs went limp. He fell forward and landed on the fat pig.
Coincidentally, the captain added a second knife at this moment. The pig screamed sharply, and yellow-green pig manure spurted out from its butt, spraying Zhao Sanzhu all over his head and body.
The whole audience was silent.
Even the knife that the captain had inserted into the pig's neck trembled, leaving a deep and long cut.
The blood spurted out like a waterfall, and a lot of it sprayed out of the blood basin.
Pig blood is a good thing. It can be used to make pig blood meatballs and blood sausage. Even if you don’t cook it in a complicated way and just stew it in the dish, it will still taste like meat.
But at this moment, for the first time ever, no one noticed that this precious food was being wasted. Everyone looked at Secretary Zhao in amazement. The huge tower was completely silent, with only the pigs' gradually fading screams drifting away in the wind.
The innocent voice of Tiger Head rang out in the dead silence: "Wow, Grandpa, this is the idiom you taught me, 'shit dripping on the head', right?"
"puff!"
Finally, someone couldn't hold back and burst out laughing, and then everyone laughed together to form a sea of joy.
"What nonsense are you talking about, you stupid kid!" The team leader was so embarrassed that he kept digging his toes in the soles of his shoes. He rarely addressed Zhao Sanzhu with a respectful name, "Uh, uh, Zhao, Secretary Zhao, can you still stand up?"
He rubbed his hands for a long time but still didn't ask whether he needed help.
Help, there is only this person, how can he help?
People around don't want to help.
"I just fell on flat ground, it shouldn't be a big deal, right?"
"Fuck, why is Secretary Zhao quiet? Did he fall and get hurt? Should we take off the door and carry it back?"
"No!!!!" the man Xu Daya roared.
The door panels of the brigade headquarters have been removed and used as a chopping board for tofu. Now if we want to remove them, we have to remove someone else's door panels.
His house is the closest to here. If we remove the door panels, won’t we have to tear down his house too?
Normally it would be fine to worry about someone with a bloody head, but not this time!
Ah this...
Everyone looked at Secretary Zhao, who was lying on the ground like a blanket of dung, and expressed their understanding of his concerns.
But we can't just let Secretary Zhao lie there.
"Quick, quick, call Li Meihua over here!"
"Where's the Zhao kid?"
"Weimin! Weimin! Hurry up and carry your uncle back! Your uncle looks like he has been knocked unconscious."
"How can a pig be knocked unconscious after being hit?"
"I guess I'm getting old..."
Bah, you're just old! How many times can he fight in one night!
Secretary Zhao cursed in his heart, but he did not refute. He closed his eyes and pursed his lips, lying motionless, as if he had really fainted.
He really didn't have the courage to "wake up" in this situation.
Zhao Weimin walked out of the crowd with a bitter face - Secretary Zhao's only son-in-law had gone somewhere to be lazy, and he was the only one left at the scene.
He glanced at Zhao Sanzhu, who was lying on the ground in silence, and his eyes and mouth twitched.
His third uncle is very good to him. His third uncle is very good to him.
His third uncle is the village party secretary. His third uncle is the village party secretary.
Zhao Weimin prepared himself mentally, gritted his teeth and carried the person on his back.
He felt something flowing down his neck, and while whimpering in his heart, he moved his legs faster.
He has given so much for his third uncle!
After watching the two people walk away, everyone looked away in shock.
"Tell me about this..."
"Secretary Zhao is too careless when he walks."
"Fuck! Pig blood!"
Finally someone noticed the pig blood splattered outside and pointed and shouted.
Everyone rushed forward in a panic to rescue, temporarily forgetting the previous incident - they had to forget about it, because everyone still had to eat, and today's food was all delicious!
After all this trouble, the pig is dead. The captain made an incision on the back of the pig's hoof, inserted a tube into it, and started blowing air into it. When he got tired, he would take over as the next person.
After several men took turns, the pig stood up like a bloated ball, every inch of its skin was stretched taut and its hair was half-standing.
A few nimble men went to the kitchen, fetched a few buckets of boiling water, poured it on the pot, and a special smell spread in the air. The other men held knives that were sharp enough to shine on people. When the blades scraped the white flesh, the dazzling light reflected under the sun.
The children around Song Ruan swallowed their saliva and cheered softly: "We really want to eat meat, we really want to eat meat!"
The pork was quickly divided into pieces and sent to the kitchen together with the offal in another basin.
So the group of onlookers also moved their positions.
The kitchen was bustling with activity at this time, with fires burning under several pots. Plates of tofu were being brought out and piled up into a small mountain on the door panel that served as a chopping board.
Aunt Liu was not afraid of the heat. She put one hand on the steaming tofu and cut them into small pieces with a knife without changing her expression. Song Ruan was amazed by the sight.
Aunt Liu thought she wanted to eat it, so she stuffed a piece into her mouth when she wasn't paying attention.
Song Ruan: ...
(Chew chew chew) Even though it tastes good (chew chew chew) that’s not really what she meant (chew chew chew).
She scurried to the other side.
Xu Daya was stuffing blood sausage with pig blood. There was already a lot of steam in the pot beside her. I heard that she was very good at this and she was in charge of it every year.
Seeing Song Ruan coming, he pulled a small one: "Let's go out and eat."
Song Ruan: ...
"I'm really not..."
Xu Daya impatiently stuffed the blood sausage into her mouth: "You talk too much. Auntie doesn't have time to chat with you now, just be good."
Song Ruan: ...
Chew chew chew, chew chew chew
She just wanted to see how Northeastern pig-killing dishes were prepared, and she really didn't want to cheat for food and drinks, making herself look like a greedy girl. So she walked to the side of Grandma Sun, who had always been at odds with her.
Mother Sun stood by the largest pot, where meat and bones were bubbling and a rich aroma was wafting out. She poked the meat in with chopsticks and saw that it had gone in easily, so she fished it out and cut it into large slices to prepare the white meat.
Seeing Song Ruan coming, she scooped up a piece of it unhappily and stuffed it into her mouth: "You can only eat one piece!"
Song Ruan: ………
Song Ruan:? ? ? No, don’t you always hate me?
No matter how thick-skinned she was, she was too embarrassed to stay in the kitchen any longer, so she strolled out.
The team leader was leading a group of children to roast pork liver over a fire in the open space. Seeing Song Ruan wandering around like a cat, he called her over and tore off a piece of pork liver: "Come, try this freshly roasted pork liver, it's so delicious!"
Song Ruan: ………………
Thank you, thank you, thank you. You are so enthusiastic.
Before the food was served, she had already eaten half her fill.
You know what, it’s really delicious.
The pigs of this era are all raised on pig grass, so the meat is of good quality. Especially since they are freshly slaughtered, there is not only no fishy smell, but it is so tender that it seems to melt in your mouth.
If people these days really want to eat as much as they want, two kilograms of rice is no problem. Where does so much rice come from? So he divided the food into bowls and placed them on the table.
Soon, a pot of hot dishes was brought out, including white and tender tofu, blood sausage arranged in round balls, stir-fried shredded pork with many vegetables, and the largest sauerkraut stewed meat in the middle. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the table.
After everyone was seated at the table, the village chief found a gong and banged it joyfully: "Today, our Dongfeng Brigade has finally avenged our previous defeat..."
It’s a good time to recall the past and think of the present.
Everyone nodded and stared at the food on the table, swallowing their saliva.
Fortunately, the captain was not a talkative person. He simply said a few words and said the words everyone wanted to hear the most: "Let's eat!"
All the chopsticks came out.
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