Du Hongyi didn't care what Zuo Gaopeng and Yuan Xiangyang thought of him. He stared at Wei Ling eating the steamed bun for a while. Finally, he had to stop when he saw that Wei Ling was not affected and was eating more happily.
"Old Wei, did you forget to bring any food today?"
In addition to making fun of Wei Ling, what Du Hongyi was most concerned about was whether Wei Ling brought food from home.
Wei Ling glanced at Du Hongyi indifferently.
Suddenly I felt that Du Hongyi was indeed not worthy of Huang Wanqing. It was not because he promised Qin Qingman to take Huang Wanqing as her sister that I disliked Du Hongyi, but because this boy was sometimes stupid and childish, and was not a good match for Huang Wanqing.
Huang Wanqing is suitable for finding a caring man who can protect her.
"You...why are you looking at me like that?" Du Hongyi felt horrified by Wei Ling's look.
There is a feeling of extreme danger in my heart.
"Didn't you say that I was kicked out? Since I was kicked out, of course I have no food to bring." Wei Ling finally answered Du Hongyi kindly.
These words not only made Du Hongyi dejected, Zuo Gaopeng and Yuan Xiangyang also sighed helplessly.
During this period, Wei Ling returned home every day, and they were finally enjoying themselves.
Although Wei Ling didn't bring them delicious food every day, they could still improve their food every one or two days. According to custom, today was the day they improved their food, but Wei Ling ended up eating in the cafeteria himself.
Needless to say, the delicious food must have been soaked in soup.
"I say, can you guys have a little more foresight? You are sighing in front of me, are you complaining that I didn't deal with you well enough?" Just when these people were in a bad mood, a sound like thunder rang in the ears of Du Hongyi and others.
At the same time, a large iron spoon appeared above the lunch boxes of several people.
Seeing the iron spoon, Du Hongyi and the others swallowed the steamed bread in their mouths fiercely, and then looked at Huang Xingye with a flattering smile, "Comrade Huang Xingye, you made a very successful breakfast today. We were just discussing that the steamed bread was good."
In order to gain Huang Xingye's trust, Du Hongyi even waved the steamed bun in his hand to Master Huang.
He was just irritated by Wei Ling, so he took big bites of the steamed bun.
Huang Xingye raised his eyebrows noncommittally and looked at Wei Ling who was drinking corn grits elegantly. If he had to say who was the most honest, he still thought it was Wei Ling.
Wei Ling finished the last mouthful of porridge, stood up, gently pushed away Huang Xingye's big iron spoon, and pulled him out of the cafeteria door. He came to the cafeteria to have breakfast today because he didn't eat at home, and secondly, he came specifically to find Huang Xingye.
Because the task of slaughtering the New Year pigs in their division was in charge of the master Huang Xingye.
"Do you have something to talk to me about?" Huang Xingye could still understand what Wei Ling meant.
"Yes, something happened." Wei Ling nodded obediently.
Then the two of them moved a little further away from the cafeteria to avoid being eavesdropped by Du Hongyi and his gang.
In the cafeteria, as soon as Huang Xingye left, Du Hongyi was attacked by everyone.
Not only Zuo Gaopeng and Yuan Xiangyang dealt with him, but also other people eating in the cafeteria.
Several deputy regiment commanders and staff officers threw Du Hongyi directly into the snow outside the cafeteria, and at the same time, they stuffed the steamed buns in their hands into Du Hongyi's mouth.
You can't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth.
What’s so delicious about the steamed buns that Master Huang made today? They look fluffy on the outside and have a chewy texture, but they are salty.
Salty!
It's still the saltier kind.
I guess Chef Huang mistook salt for sugar, so everyone had a meal of salty steamed buns today. Since Chef Huang was the chef, no one said anything. If it didn't taste good, then it didn't taste good. It wouldn't upset their stomachs anyway.
The result was Du Hongyi.
Look at you, why don’t you praise anything else? Why do you have to praise the deliciousness of steamed buns? Aren’t you just throwing salt into everyone’s mouth?
Du Hongyi was beaten up by a group of disrespectful guys and went back to the cafeteria obediently to drink corn grits.
Fortunately, corn grits do not contain salt or sugar, so you can drink as much as you want.
Du Hongyi and his group were making quite a commotion in the cafeteria. Huang Xingye, who was not far from Wei Ling, of course heard it, but he didn't care and just cursed at those little bastards with a smile.
"Uncle Huang, the steamed buns are a bit salty."
Wei Ling gave Huang Xingye his advice honestly.
"Got it." Huang Xingye shook his head helplessly. Wasn't he illiterate? If he could read, he would surely be able to distinguish the words written on the bottles and jars and would not have made a mistake with the seasoning.
"Uncle Huang, you can learn to read."
Wei Ling's suggestion was sincere.
Huang Xingye grinned, "I am already this old, why should I learn to read? I guess I will be retired by the time I learn. If I don't learn, my head will hurt when I see the words. I will never learn it even if you kill me."
Wei Ling looked at Huang Xingye, who was only in his forties, and finally did not suggest that he learn to read.
In fact, Huang Xingye has been in charge of their cafeteria for so many years, and everyone is used to it. It doesn't matter whether the taste of the food changes or not. Everyone is healthy eating like this, and it is actually a pleasure.
"By the way, what do you want from me?"
Huang Xingye moved the large iron spoon in his hand, and it felt a little light.
I don’t know if it’s because of years of use, but the iron has been worn out too much. It seems he will have to make another big iron spoon.
"Uncle Huang, can you give me some pig blood when you kill the New Year pig?"
Wei Ling directly stated his purpose.
"What do you want pig's blood for?" Huang Xingye looked at Wei Ling in surprise. Their pig's blood is a good thing. Eating it is very beneficial to the body. Every year after slaughtering the New Year pig, they would specially make a dish called Man Jiang Hong.
It is actually fried pig blood.
When pig blood is fried with leeks, it is so fragrant that people will eat several big steamed buns.
Wei Ling certainly would not hide the truth from Huang Xingye, and said directly: "My wife wants to use pig blood to make blood enema."
"It takes a lot of blood to make blood sausage. I originally thought that if you asked for less, I would give you more evenly. If it is blood sausage, there may not be much." Huang Xingye was also very honest. He did not hide anything and directly stated the difficulties.
Wei Ling saw Huang Xingye's good intentions and shook his head, saying, "Uncle Huang, there's no need to divide it evenly. Just divide it normally. Count my share and those of Du Hongyi and the others together." He then added, "Leave the share of the division commander, political commissar, and Uncle Hong to me as well."
Huang Xingye immediately realized that the blood sausage made by Wei Ling's wife might be different.
Otherwise, Wei Ling would not dare to ask for so much pig blood from so many people. "Okay, I'll keep it for you and give you my share, but you have to let me taste your wife's blood sausage after it's ready."
Although Huang Xingye has lost his sense of taste, he still longs for delicious food.
"Uncle Huang, there must be a share for you. Even if you don't give it to me, it's all yours." Wei Ling has a good relationship with Wang Chengping, and of course he also has a good relationship with Huang Xingye.
After all, Huang Xingye had been a veteran under Wang Chengping for decades and had saved many people in the division.
"You are the right one." Huang Xingye smiled and punched Wei Ling's shoulder.
"Uncle Huang, is there much glutinous rice in the cafeteria? If there is more, I'll go somewhere else." Wei Ling asked Huang Xingye not only for pig blood, but also for glutinous rice. The supply and marketing cooperative might not have much glutinous rice, but their division headquarters would definitely have some.
Huang Xingye looked at Wei Ling in surprise.
Wei Ling's life has become much more lively since she got married.
Wei Ling used to be aloof and cold. Even though he respected them a lot, it seemed as if there was always an invisible distance between them. But now Wei Ling not only talks more, but also discusses exchanging supplies with him.
It's amazing.
"Uncle, I am a human." Wei Ling looked at Huang Xingye helplessly.
"Hahaha, I get it. I'll go check how much glutinous rice is in stock in the cafeteria. The logistics department received a batch of glutinous rice before, but I didn't know what kind of delicious food it could be made into, so I didn't touch it. If there's extra, I'll share some with you." Huang Xingye was still very generous to Wei Ling.
"Well, I'll use my food stamps to exchange."
Wei Ling is not a person who seeks special privileges, and he will always abide by the rules that should be followed.
"Get out of here! Do you think I'm giving it to you for free? Without the food coupons, you can forget about getting anything." Huang Xingye drove Wei Ling away impatiently, and returned to the cafeteria carrying a large iron spoon, and took a look at the warehouse.
When he got off work in the afternoon, Huang Xingye carried a bag of glutinous rice and put it on Wei Ling's car.
"So much?" Wei Ling never thought that Huang Xingye would give him so much glutinous rice.
"I've weighed it, one hundred kilograms. The glutinous rice in the warehouse has not been moved, so there is still a lot left. Giving you this is just a drop in the bucket." Huang Xingye took the one hundred kilograms of grain coupons from Wei Ling with satisfaction.
He will hand over this food voucher to the logistics department later.
"Uncle Huang, I'm leaving now. Come to my house for dinner when you're free some other day. I'll ask my wife to get you some wine." Wei Ling knew that Huang Xingye liked to have a drink ever since he retired to the cafeteria, so he simply catered to his taste.
"Okay, I'll definitely go."
Huang Xingye smiled happily and waved to Wei Ling.
This was to hurry Wei Ling home, and he even reminded her, "Drive slowly on the road, the snow is deep."
"Got it, Uncle Huang. I'm leaving now."
Wei Ling started his car and left the division headquarters, heading towards home.
As soon as Wei Ling's car drove out of the division headquarters, several figures appeared behind Huang Xingye. They were Wang Chengping, Political Commissar Zhang, and Hong Wei from the logistics department.
Originally, Huang Xingye planned to give Wei Ling 50 kilograms of glutinous rice, but when he went to the warehouse, he met Hong Wei. When Hong Wei asked him, he of course told the truth, because Hong Wei had tasted Qin Qingman's cooking skills.
He immediately noticed that Qin Qingman was cooking delicious food.
Since this gourmet Wei Ling dared to take away their share of pig blood, it meant that they also had a share. Thinking of the delicacy he had never eaten before, Hong Wei could no longer sit still.
I quickly went to find Wang Chengping and Political Commissar Zhang.
The three of them decided to let Huang Xingye give Wei Ling a hundred kilograms of glutinous rice so that they could have more delicious food.
With so much glutinous rice, they could at least get several kilograms.
Besides, a pound of glutinous rice weighs more than a pound when cooked.
Then Qin Qingman received 100 kilograms of good glutinous rice with full grains. In the 1970s, our country attached great importance to the military and supplied very good supplies, so when Qin Qingman got it, she knew how good the glutinous rice that Wei Ling sent from the division was.
Much better than what she bought at the supply and marketing cooperative.
"A Ling, since you asked for so much pig blood at the division headquarters, let's make more blood sausage and give more to the division commander and others when the time comes." Qin Qingman instantly decided to make all the glutinous rice that Wei Ling brought back into blood sausage, and as for the dozen or so kilograms she bought from the supply and marketing cooperative, she would make it into sweet wine.
This is what Sichuan people call laozao.
"I'll notify you if the division kills pigs." Wei Ling picked up Nuomi and walked towards the storage room while holding Qin Qingman's hand.
When he is with his wife, he is reluctant to let go of her hand for a moment.
The closer it is to slaughtering the New Year pigs in Litunli, the closer it is to the Chinese New Year. In the past few days, Qin Qingman has used a sewing machine to make a piece of clothing for the wolf cub. It is just a simple pullover vest.
The wolf cub in vest was very happy.
He was reluctant to take it off even when he went to sleep at night. If Qin Qingman hadn't forced the wolf cub to take it off, he would probably have worn it like this for the rest of his life.
It was the first time Chuchu saw the wolf cub wearing clothes and holding his belly, and he almost laughed to death.
The wolf cub bit him several times before he stopped.
As time passed, the wolf cub grew a few teeth, just a few, that had just emerged from the gums. They had no power at all when biting people or flesh, but that did not stop the wolf cub from looking for things to grind its teeth on all day long.
After Wei Ling went to work at the division headquarters that day, the village suddenly became lively.
Not only was there a lot of noise, but there was also the sound of pigs squealing.
The pig squealed miserably, and you could tell it was being dragged away.
"Auntie Qingman, Chuchu, hurry, hurry to the entrance of the village, our village is going to kill the New Year pig." The one who came to inform Qin Qingman and Chuchu was the little boy Sanmu. Although the boy was only four years old, he spoke very clearly and was a good passerby.
"The pigs raised by the brigade have a good harvest this year, and we got a few extra pigs. Let's kill four pigs!" Sanmu excitedly pointed four fingers at Qin Qingman and Chuchu, with an excited look on his face.
Before that, every household had shared the meat hunted in the mountains, and each family feasted heavily.
The child had been eating meat-based dishes every day for the past few days, so he knew how delicious meat was. So when he heard that four pigs were distributed in the village, he immediately ran excitedly to share the joy with Qin Qingman and her brother.
"I'm going to get some sticky rice. Chuchu, get dressed and wait for me."
Qin Qingman went to the storage room holding the washbasin. The village was going to slaughter pigs, so of course she had to get blood for blood enema.
Because she didn't know how much pig blood she would get, Qin Qingman didn't take more glutinous rice, just seven or eight pounds. Then she washed the glutinous rice with water, covered the basin with a bamboo strip to keep out the dust, and went to the village entrance.
I met a lot of people before I even reached Tunkou.
Some people took willow baskets, some took bowls, and some, like Qin Qingman, also held wash basins.
It seems that there are people in the village who want to make blood sausage.
However, Qin Qingman looked at other people's basins and found that they were all empty, unlike her, who also brought glutinous rice.
"Qingman girl, does your family also make blood sausage?"
Some people greeted Qin Qingman when they saw her.
"I haven't eaten it for a long time, so I'll make some to try it." Qin Qingman admitted frankly that her family wanted to make blood sausage. There was no technical skill required to make blood sausage anyway, so whoever wanted to make it could do it.
"My family didn't plan to make blood sausage originally, but my husband wanted to eat some blood sausage with wine, so I had to make some."
"That's right. Pig blood is not as good as meat. If my wife didn't like pig blood and intestines, I really wouldn't like to cook it."
"Yes, I heard that we slaughtered four pigs this year and divided up more meat, so I agreed to make blood sausage. If it was based on the number of pigs slaughtered in previous years, I would never make blood sausage for people to drink with. I still have to divide the meat."
People in the village are like this. When a few familiar people meet, they immediately start chatting about family matters.
Everyone was talking about the distribution of the meat.
Qin Qingman also said a few words along with everyone.
Generally speaking, more people want the meat, and fewer people want the blood, after all, pig blood is not as valuable as pork.
If it weren't for the fact that hot blood is required to make blood sausage, you could buy some pig blood at the supply and marketing cooperative if you wanted to eat it. You need a meat ticket to buy meat, but pig blood, which is just soup and not considered real meat, does not require a meat ticket. You can buy a large piece for one dime.
"Who said it wasn't true? The pig's blood is definitely not included in the calculation."
Several women carrying wash basins looked unwilling.
From the perspective of daily life, it is definitely better to divide the meat, which is more economical, but there are people in their family who like to eat blood sausage with wine, so there is no other way. Even though they know it is not economical, they have to do it anyway, because they are a family after all.
But everyone still has to grumble a few words.
Qin Qingman was a young daughter-in-law. She seldom interrupted others. She mostly just listened to what everyone said and occasionally answered a few questions from others.
As for Chuchu, she had already led the wolf cubs and followed Sanmu and disappeared.
The hunting dogs of the people in the village would not be let out easily for fear of hurting children, so the wolf cub became familiar with the people in the village during this time.
It was still small and looked chubby and cute. When Chuchu saw the adults, she held the wolf cub in her arms, so no one noticed that the Qin family was raising a wolf.
There were a lot of people today, and the village was full of people. Chu Chu was worried that the wolf cub would be stepped on, so she just held it in her arms.
After going out, the wolf cub still listened to Chuchu and stayed in the child's arms very peacefully, only showing his round head and looking curiously at the crowded Kaoshantun.
Killing the New Year pig is a lively and happy day. Every household, whether old or young, goes out to watch the fun, so the whole village is bustling with activity, and it is as lively as Chinese New Year.
"Chu Chu, Sanmu, here, here, come on, I've saved a spot for you."
Four big fat pigs had been tied up in the village square.
Each pig is fat and big, with wrinkles all over its face. It is obvious that these pigs are definitely big fat pigs that have been raised for a year.
This kind of pork is especially delicious.
The fat meat is rich but not greasy, the lean meat is lean but not dry, and the bones are so delicious that you can't stop eating them.
The other children in the village arrived early and occupied the best positions to watch the pig slaughter. As soon as they saw Sanmu and Chuchu, they waved anxiously.
Good friends should share together.
Sanmu grabbed Chuchu's hand and ran into the group of children, and then a group of children were waiting for the pig to be slaughtered with bright eyes.
Every place has its own customs and people. The children in the village have watched pigs being slaughtered since they were young and are not afraid of it at all. As long as they think about eating the delicious pork meat after the pig is slaughtered, they all look at the big fat pigs like wolves.
I can't wait to drool.
Chuchu also followed everyone in wiping the saliva from the corners of her mouth.
The taste of wild boar and domestic pork is different. To be honest, he prefers domestic pork.
"Kill pigs, kill pigs!" Before the adults started, the children couldn't help it and started shouting with clenched fists.
"Hahaha, these little bastards must be greedy."
The adults looked at the anxious looks of the children and laughed good-naturedly, and the one who was boiling water quickly added a few more pieces of firewood into the stove.
There is another key step to killing pigs, which is boiling water.
Remove hair with boiling water.
When slaughtering pigs, remove all the hair at once so that there will be no pig hair left on the pig skin and the taste of the food you make will not be affected.
Qin Qingman and the others arrived just in time, and the water in the pot was about to boil.
This is a good time to kill pigs.
With a loud and lively pig cry, the white knife went in and the red knife came out, a hole was stabbed in the pig's neck, and bright red pig blood spurted out.
People who had been waiting to cook the pig's blood rushed over with their own basins to collect the pig's blood.
The pig's blood is hot at this time, steaming in the cold weather.
Qin Qingman was quite agile and caught the first wave of pig blood. It was at this time that everyone realized that Qin Qingman's basin was different from everyone else's.
"Qingman girl, what's in it?"
People are very curious.
"It's glutinous rice." Qin Qingman did not hide the fact that the method of glutinous rice blood enema was very simple, and anyone who wanted to learn it could learn it, as long as they were willing to use glutinous rice.
After all, not only is rice expensive, but glutinous rice is even more expensive.
"Is blood sausage prepared like this delicious?" Everyone knew that this was definitely blood sausage without Qin Qingman's explanation.
“Adding glutinous rice makes the texture more sticky and I think it has a chewier texture.”
Qin Qingman happily took back her basin and added glutinous rice. Her family didn't need much pig blood to make a lot of blood intestines.
Even though glutinous rice only weighs 7 or 8 kilograms, it weighs at least 20 kilograms after cooking, enough to be eaten in countless ways.
Just as Qin Qingman was mixing the pig blood and glutinous rice evenly with chopsticks, everyone heard what Qin Qingman said. Some people were tempted, but some people still couldn't bear to give up the glutinous rice, which was much more expensive than pig blood and large intestine.
Qin Qingman went home before waiting for the meat to be divided.
When the weather is cold, the pig's blood must be pumped into the large intestine immediately, otherwise it will freeze into a lump of ice in a short while.
Chuchu did not go home with Qin Qingman. He was still watching the pig slaughter with Sanmu and his group of kids.
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