The scene of pig slaughter may be terrifying for modern children, because a living pig is not only killed, but also plucked, decomposed, and finally taken home by happy people.
But pig killing in the 1970s was definitely the favorite thing for children to watch.
Even though Chuchu was so clingy, Qin Qingman did not go home with them. Instead, she squatted not far away with Sanmu and a group of other kids, watching the pig slaughtering with great interest.
The pig with the pig's blood on it had been pushed to the ground. People who had been prepared immediately scooped boiling water with a ladle and slowly poured it over the pig, pouring the entire body. As the boiling water scalded the dead pig, an unpleasant smell wafted into the noses of the onlookers.
Pigs are different from humans. Humans take baths frequently, but pigs cannot take baths from birth, so when the boiling water is applied, the smell is indeed not very pleasant.
But absolutely no one will complain.
The smell is not very pleasant now, it will be different if you clean it up.
At that time there was only the aroma of meat.
Gudong——
There were a lot of sounds of people swallowing saliva in the crowd, and it was quite uniform.
The pig-killing team did not delay either. Several people gathered around the pig whose hair had been permed and began to work. One of them took an object like a piece of iron in his hand and scraped it hard on the pig. With this scrape, the black hair was removed one after another.
The slightly whitened pig skin is revealed.
The pigs raised by the brigade are local black pigs. It takes a long time to raise this kind of pig before it can be released from the pen, but the meat is absolutely guaranteed to be delicious.
There were four pigs. When the first pig was shed, the other pigs were killed.
Then it was a busy day.
With more people helping, the process was quicker. In less than half an hour, the pig was not only gutted, but even its internal organs were simply cleaned out.
The person who distributed the meat was the brigade secretary Zheng Anguo.
Qian Xiangyang, the brigade's public security director, followed beside him to assist.
The two men first weighed the pork, and then began to divide the meat according to the population of the village.
"Chu Chu, come here and get your meat first."
Zheng Anguo waved at Chuchu.
"Me?" Chu Chu pointed at herself in shock, but still obediently ran to Zheng Anguo, "Secretary Uncle, my sister is not here, I can't lift it." Although he didn't know how much meat his family could get, he certainly couldn't lift it no matter how much.
It would be a pity if the meat dropped on the ground.
Although it won't get dusty, it's dirty to drag the meat around.
"It's okay. I just want you to come and sign for the meat. I'll have someone send you back with the meat later." Zheng Anguo knew that Chu Chu couldn't lift the meat, but he wanted to give the meat to the Qin family first.
The main reason was that Qin Qingman had mentioned to him before that she wanted to do blood enema and wanted to order fresh large intestine.
The blood has been brought home, and the large intestine must also be taken home.
"Oh, I understand, Secretary."
When Chuchu heard that someone would send her and Rou home, she immediately felt relieved.
Zheng Anguo was a very fair person. He would not ask Chuchu to get more meat because she was the first one to come out. He always strictly followed the procedure of distributing meat.
Qin Qingman asked for pig blood and large intestines, so she got less meat.
But it is only relatively small.
After all, the value of pig offal is much lower than that of meat.
"Goudan, Goudan." Zheng Anguo waited for Chuchu to press the handprint for receiving meat and then shouted to the crowd.
"Here he comes, here he comes." Sanmu's father ran out of the crowd with a red face, followed by his son Sanmu.
"Goudan, send Chuchu and his family's meat to the Qin family." Zheng Anguo directly assigned the task to Sanmu's father.
"Okay, Secretary." Sanmu Dad quickly took the meat tied with straw ropes that Qian Xiangyang had handed over. After hesitating for a moment, he quietly asked, "Secretary, can you please call me by my full name instead of my nickname?"
His son is already four years old, and he still feels a bit embarrassed when he is called by a nickname.
Zheng Anguo waved his hand impatiently to chase him away. "What's wrong with calling me by my nickname? Everyone in the village calls me by my nickname. I'm not the only one calling you by your nickname. Hurry up and get going. You have to clean up the intestines while they're hot. If they get cold, you'll have to clean them up for Qingman."
"Yes, yes, I'll leave now."
Sanmu's father was chased away by Zheng Anguo, so he dared not complain. He just picked up the meat and left with his men.
Looking at Sanmu's father's back, the crowd burst into laughter.
Everyone has just heard the conversation between Sanmu's father and Zheng Anguo, and they all know how much Sanmu's father cares about Xiaoming.
Sanmu's father ignored the people in the crowd who were making fun of him. After all, everyone had a nickname and he was not the only one being called by that nickname.
Seeing the lively atmosphere, Qian Xiangyang whispered to Zheng Anguo, "Old Zheng, we don't have to call them by their nicknames anymore. They are old enough and have children. We should give Goudan and the others some face."
Zheng Anguo looked at Qian Xiangyang helplessly and whispered, "Do you remember Goudan's name?"
He really didn't mean to not call Goudan by his full name, he just couldn't remember. Everyone has been calling these young people by their nicknames since they were young, and they are used to it. For a moment, he really couldn't remember what the other person's nickname was.
Qian Xiangyang was stunned by Zheng Anguo's question.
Then he laughed and said, "I really can't remember." So Goudan deserves to be called Goudan even though he is so old.
If anyone is to blame, we can only blame Goudan’s father for not giving him a nice nickname when Goudan was little.
"So I've learned from experience and won't give my grandson a nickname that's too vulgar." Zheng Anguo whispered to Qian Xiangyang.
“My family, too.”
Qian Xiangyang also had a deep understanding of this.
And this experience was not gained from Goudan's own body, but was their own profound experience.
In their Kaoshan Village, not only one or two children have nicknames, but everyone has one.
Zheng Anguo and Qian Xiangyang also had it.
If they were not this old, they might be called by nicknames. Just thinking about those nicknames makes me sweat.
Zheng Anguo and Qian Xiangyang continued to divide the meat, while Sanmu's father led Chuchu and Sanmu to the Qin family.
"father."
After a while of confusion, Miki couldn't help but call him dad.
"What's the matter?" Sanmu's father was very calm. He had already recovered from the shadow of being called by a nickname. At this moment, he was looking at the houses on both sides of the road with a happy face.
Whenever he saw a house that hadn't cleared the snow off its roof in the morning, he would want to rush over and stomp on it.
Sanmu looked at his father with a serious expression, "Dad, I will definitely not call you by your nickname from now on."
"What did you say?" Sanmu's father turned mechanically to look at his son.
Good boy, are you trying to rebel? You even want to call yourself by your nickname. You are a bit too bold.
Chuchu covered Sanmu's mouth a little too late, and Sanmu's words had already come out, but Chuchu had a good relationship with Sanmu, and in order to prevent his friend from being beaten by his father, he had to explain for Sanmu, "Brother, Goudan brother, Sanmu is still young, he doesn't understand anything."
Sanmu looked at Chuchu blankly, "No, I know my father's name is Goudan."
Goudan is so angry!
Rebellious son, you're asking for a beating!
"Brother Goudan, adults can't argue with children. Sanmu is only four years old, four years old." Chuchu pulled Sanmu and ran towards home.
Once the wolf cub runs away, she can no longer hold it in her arms.
The wolf cub had been well fed and well fed at the Qin family, and had long been fat and plump, and his weight was really considerable.
With a plop, the wolf cub fell from Chuchu's clothes to the ground.
"Awooo--" The wolf cub and Chuchu are a family, and Chuchu gets along well with Sanmu, so of course it treats Sanmu as its own little brother. When it saw someone chasing Chuchu and Sanmu, the wolf cub jumped up and ran towards Sanmu's father.
"Wow, this little thing is quite protective of its master."
Father Sanmu couldn't help but laugh happily as he saw the chubby wolf cub rushing towards him.
"Dudu, come back." Sanmu's father didn't recognize that Dudu was a wolf cub, but Chuchu knew it.
Chuchu knew the ferocity of the wolf cub.
What's more, the wolf cub has already grown fangs and sharp claws.
"It's okay. It's just a little puppy. Why should I be afraid of it?" Sanmu's father was very arrogant and confident.
Chuchu remembered Qin Qingman's instructions and didn't dare let the wolf cub cause trouble, so she quickly let go of Sanmu and chased after the wolf cub.
The wolf cub was quite obedient. When it heard Chuchu calling it, it stood still.
Then he grinned at Miki's father.
"Dudu, this is Sanmu's father, you can't bite him." Chuchu picked up the wolf cub and introduced Sanmu's father to it.
The wolf cub turned his head and crawled into Chuchu's cotton coat.
The wolf cub had just run around on the ground, and his feet stepped on the snow. All four paws felt a little cold. He crawled into Chuchu's arms and immediately made Chuchu shiver. Chuchu quickly said to Sanmu's father, "Brother Goudan, come to my house quickly. It's cold."
After saying that, he pulled Sanmu and ran in front.
At this moment Chu Chu didn't dare to run too fast, for fear that the wolf cub would slip out of her clothes again.
Sanmu's father thought Chuchu was really cold, so he stopped joking and stopped scaring the two children. Instead, he quickened his pace and walked towards Qin's house.
"Qingman girl, the village has allocated your family's meat. The secretary asked me to bring it to you."
Sanmu's father was an adult with big steps. He walked to Qin's house in a short while, but did not go in. He stood at the gate of the courtyard and shouted to the Qin family.
After delivering the meat to the Qin family, he still had to go to the village entrance to get his own meat.
His family is large and they all live together. His wife can't lift the succulents by herself, so he has to help.
Qin Qingman was tidying up in the house. When she heard Sanmu's father's voice, she came out.
As soon as I opened the curtain, I saw Chuchu and Sanmu running towards me hand in hand. I reminded them, "Run slower, don't fall."
"I understand, sis/Aunt Qingman."
The two children answered Qin Qingman at the same time, then bypassed Qin Qingman and ran back to the house first.
"Brother Goudan, thank you."
Qin Qingman took the meat handed to her by Sanmu's father and thanked him.
"You're welcome. The secretary asked me to send it to you right away, saying that your family is in urgent need of large intestines." Sanmu's father explained and turned away.
Qin Qingman did not keep Sanmu's father. She watched him walk away before turning around and going back to the house.
She had collected the pig's blood and went home to clean it up. Now she was waiting to clean out the large intestine so that she could inject the blood intestine.
Sanmu's father hurried to the entrance of the village to divide the meat from their family. As he walked, his pace became slower and slower, and finally he stopped.
The image of the wolf cub just now kept flashing through my mind.
Every winter, Sanmu's father would go hunting in the mountains with the main force of the village. Although he was not a hunter, he had quite a lot of experience. In addition, he had heard old hunter Zhang Yongfu talk about many wild animals in the mountains. He felt that the little thing Chuchu was holding looked a bit like a wolf.
It can’t really be a wolf!
When Sanmu's father thought about this, he was a little scared.
But on second thought, he felt that it was impossible for Qin Qingman to not be able to tell a wolf from a wolf. Besides, there were still men in the Qin family.
Qin Qingman's man was a soldier stationed on the border. He had seen that man before. He was a very powerful man. It would be amazing if such a powerful man couldn't tell the difference between a wolf and a dog.
When Sanmu's father thought about this, his doubts were cleared up.
At the Qin family, Qin Qingman carried the large intestines and meat that she was given back to the house.
The meat she and Chuchu got wasn't much, at most five pounds, but there was a lot of large intestines, at least half a pack.
Even though it is only half a pig's large intestine, it is definitely enough to fill up the blood intestine.
Because pig intestines have a lot of space and can hold a lot of things, a pair of pig intestines can hold at least 20 to 30 kilograms of blood glutinous rice. Her family only makes 7 to 8 kilograms, which is enough.
"sister."
Before Qin Qingman asked Chuchu and Sanmu why they ran home in such a hurry, Chuchu greeted Qin Qingman first.
"What have you done wrong?" Qin Qingman looked at Chu Chu in surprise.
"No?" Chuchu didn't dare to tell anyone about the wolf cub's mischief, so she quickly told him about how Sanmu was angry with his father.
Qin Qingman looked at Sanmu Xiao helplessly.
It seems that this kid has inherited his father's genes. Not only is he mean, but he is also reckless and dares to say anything.
"Chu Chu, go get some candies to eat with Sanmu. I don't need your help." Qin Qingman planned to clean the large intestine and didn't plan to let Chu Chu help.
"Got it, sis."
Chuchu took Sanmu to the west room to eat candies and nuts. There was a stove in the west room, which was warmer than the living room.
Sanmu sat in front of the stove in the west room of the Qin family, looking at the warm stove enviously, "Chu Chu, your home is so warm. Every time I come to your home, I don't want to leave." There was only one stove in the living room of his house, and he usually either sat in the living room or on the stove.
"Then come to my house and play during the day."
Chuchu generously invited Sanmu.
"Is it okay?" Miki was a little nervous.
"Of course, aren't we good friends?" Chuchu patted Sanmu's shoulder like an adult.
"yes."
Miki grinned.
Then he took the candy that Chuchu handed to him and carefully put one in his pocket, and peeled off the candy wrapper of the other one and put it in his mouth.
"I'll take you to milk the goat later." Ever since Chuchu learned how to milk the goat, he has been responsible for all the work of milking the goat at home.
Fortunately, there was only one sheep that needed milking, otherwise the child would definitely be overwhelmed.
"I heard that goat's milk tastes fishy and is not tasty at all." Sanmu looked at Chuchu curiously. He always felt that Chuchu's height seemed to have changed a little.
"My sister makes a delicious dish by cooking it with almonds and goat's milk." Chuchu shared her gourmet experience with her good friend.
"Really?" Miki was curious.
"Really? Next time my sister cooks goat milk, I'll call you." Chuchu is usually willing to spend money on her good friends.
"Okay." Sanmu was still young and didn't know what politeness was.
In the living room, Qin Qingman was cleaning the intestines while listening to the childish chatter of the two children in the west room. She did not say anything to stop them. Anyway, her family's sheep produced enough milk, so there was nothing wrong with giving Sanmu some.
Thinking of this, she cleaned the large intestine faster. Although the large intestine looked dirty, as long as she mastered the cleaning method, it would not take long to clean it thoroughly.
There is not even a strange smell.
After Qin Qingman cleaned the large intestine, she began to perfuse the blood intestine.
The large intestine has a large space and is very easy to stuff. Seven or eight pounds of glutinous rice and pig blood can only make five pieces of blood intestines. The blood intestines will have to be cooked in a pot later, so they cannot be stuffed too full, and they cannot be deflated like sausages. Therefore, these five blood intestines look loose and soft at a glance. Qin Qingman reserved space in advance for the glutinous rice to expand after being cooked.
Holding five blood sausages, Qin Qingman went to wash her hands and heat the earthen stove in the kitchen with satisfaction.
Since glutinous rice is added to blood sausage, it takes much longer to cook than ordinary blood sausage. In this case, it is most appropriate to use a large stove.
After cooking the blood sausage in the large pot on the earthen stove, Qin Qingman began to cook the goat milk.
Because when she was cooking the blood sausage, Chuchu had already taken Sanmu to the sheepfold to squeeze the milk. After the milk was squeezed, part of it was given to the wolf cub to drink, and the rest was stewed by Qin Qingman with almonds.
After cooking, let it cool down and add a little honey. Little Sanmu drank it with a face full of shock.
Although he no longer remembers what it feels like to drink milk, no child can escape the temptation of milk.
Sanmu gulped down his bowl of tea in a few moments.
Chuchu looked at Sanmu's empty bowl, thought for a moment, and was about to share some of her goat milk with her little friend, but was stopped by Qin Qingman, "This is Sanmu's first time drinking goat milk, so he can't drink too much because we're not sure how much his body can absorb."
Qin Qingman didn't know whether Sanmu was lactose intolerant, but in order to prevent accidents, she didn't plan to increase the dosage for the child.
This era was not the Internet age of later generations. If Sanmu really got a sore throat or acne after drinking goat milk at her house, her parents would definitely blame her if they didn't understand. She didn't want to do something bad with good intentions.
If Sanmu is fine after drinking the goat milk, just give him more next time.
"Oh." Chuchu didn't understand anything, but he listened to Qin Qingman very much and kept everything Qin Qingman said in mind.
She turned around and explained to Sanmu, "Sanmu, my sister only gave me a little goat milk the first time I drank it, and I absorbed it fine. So she gave me more the second time."
"Yes, I understand."
Sanmu had already drunk a bowl of goat's milk at the Qin family and was already very satisfied. He didn't feel that he was being treated unfairly at all, because he drank the same amount of goat's milk as Chuchu and Qin Qingman.
Seeing that Sanmu was very obedient, Qin Qingman became more sincere towards the child.
Before the child left, he was given a big steamed bun with meat filling.
It was a way of thanking Sanmu's father for bringing the meat to her.
In the afternoon, as soon as Wei Ling's car drove into the yard, he smelled a strong aroma of food. It was the first time he smelled such an aroma.
It has the aroma of meat, the fresh fragrance of glutinous rice, and the deliciousness of pig blood.
Wei Ling immediately knew that pigs were being slaughtered in the village and the meat was being divided, and Qin Qingman was undergoing blood enema.
"Brother-in-law."
Hearing the car sound, Chuchu rushed out with the wolf cub. Their family used to have dinner at the same time as the people in the village, but since Wei Ling came home every day, their dinner time was changed.
Change it to the time when Wei Ling arrives home.
Chuchu has looked outside many times today, and each time she was anxiously looking forward to Wei Ling's return.
Because his family made a new delicacy today.
Glutinous rice blood enema.
As soon as the blood sausage started to smell delicious, he fell in love with the taste.
I ran to the kitchen and the yard many times.
"Hungry?"
Wei Ling carried Chu Chu up as soon as he got out of the car. He carried the child every day, but today he could clearly feel that the child had become heavier.
It seems that goat milk is indeed a good thing, which improves children's physical constitution.
"Brother-in-law, my sister had a blood enema. It smells so good. It smells so good." Chu Chu hugged Wei Ling's neck and kept explaining things at home.
The report is really detailed.
Wei Ling only needs a short while to know what happened at home that day.
"Go wash your hands and get ready to eat." Qin Qingman did not go out to greet him, but went to the kitchen to serve the rice.
Today I made steamed buns and sauerkraut and pork, and cut some cooked blood sausage. The sausage was hot, so I didn’t fry it, but made a dipping sauce and ate it with it.
When the first mouthful of blood enema entered their mouths, Wei Ling and Chu Chu praised at the same time: "It's delicious."
The perfect blend of glutinous rice and pig blood, the taste is both sticky and fresh, coupled with the toughness of the large intestine, the two of them instantly fell in love with this novel delicacy.
Dip it in the soy sauce specially prepared by Qin Qingman, it is so delicious that the two of them can eat the blood enema as a meal.
"Glutinous rice is easy to accumulate in the body, so don't eat too much at one time."
Qin Qingman had to remind the two, one big and one small.
"Yeah." Wei Ling and Chu Chu reluctantly turned their chopsticks to the steamed buns, and ate them with sauerkraut and pork, both of them eating until their mouths were full of oil.
"This enema tastes good. I think the teachers will like it."
Wei Ling commented on the glutinous rice blood enema.
"It tastes better if you cut some and grill it after it cools down. It's a great side dish for drinking." Qin Qingman added in a good mood.
"Then let's make more this year." Wei Ling discussed with Qin Qingman. He had a hunch that if they didn't make more, he wouldn't have enough to eat.
"As long as there is enough pig blood and glutinous rice, we can make as much as we want." Qin Qingman was very confident.
"I'll go back and talk to the canteen chef. When the crispy department kills pigs this year, you can go and teach the canteen how to make blood enema. We eat fried pig blood every year, and I believe everyone is willing to change the menu."
Wei Ling immediately made a suggestion.
If his wife has to do the blood enema, the amount is so large that it will definitely tire her out. If people in the cafeteria help, then his wife will just have to give instructions.
Qin Qingman guessed Wei Ling's thoughts immediately and laughed, "It's very simple to cook glutinous rice blood enema. There is no skill required. If the division cafeteria can make it, it can really improve everyone's food."
Wei Ling thought further than Qin Qingman, "Pig blood itself is a good thing to supplement the human body's nutrition. If it is made into glutinous rice blood enema, it may be used as dry food for soldiers to take out for patrol in the future."
"Pig blood can replenish blood. If it is made into sausage, it can be eaten even if it is cold and can be eaten by simply roasting it. It is indeed convenient to carry." Qin Qingman also supports the XXX division cafeteria to learn how to make glutinous rice blood sausage.
"I'll pick it up tomorrow." Wei Ling put down his chopsticks reluctantly.
The food today was delicious, and he ate a little more without realizing it.
The next day, Wei Ling not only went to the cafeteria to find Huang Xingye, but also called Wang Chengping, the division commander.
If the division wanted to kill pigs and his wife participated in the command, she must have obtained the consent of these two people.
First, because Huang Xingye is the manager of the canteen, we must respect him when reforming the canteen menu.
The second reason is that Qin Qingman is not a soldier, and if she stays in the division headquarters for too long, she still needs the approval of the division commander Wang Chengping.
After all, their division is not an ordinary division headquarters and is responsible for the security of the national border.
After listening to Wei Ling's words, Wang Chengping thought for a while, then looked at Huang Xingye, "Old Huang, I think it's feasible." Although his cultural level is not very high, he has been learning and knows the benefits of some trace elements to the human body.
Huang Xingye was even less educated than Wang Chengping, but he had been cooking for more than ten years and knew the benefits of some dishes to the human body. He nodded and said, "Our canteen should really learn how to make this glutinous rice blood sausage."
"Then it's settled. I'll approve it. When our division kills pigs, we'll ask Comrade Qin Qingman to come to the canteen and instruct them to make glutinous rice blood enema to improve everyone's diet."
Wang Chengping was looking forward to the delicious food and at the same time glared at Wei Ling fiercely.
I didn't even send him any delicious food.
Wei Ling looked at Wang Chengping in silence, then silently handed over a lunch box, "I made this at home yesterday. It's cold now, but you can eat it after baking it. My wife said that adding some garlic sprouts would make it more fragrant."
"Old Huang, are there garlic sprouts in the cafeteria?" Wang Chengping took the lunch box and immediately pushed Huang Xingye back to the cafeteria.
He couldn't wait to try the glutinous rice blood enema.
"Yes, but..." Huang Xingye's voice came from far away.
"Don't worry, there's a portion for you, but it's just you and me, no one else can be added." Wang Chengping weighed the lunch box and felt it wasn't too much. Two people could enjoy the flavor. If there was one more person, it probably wouldn't be enough.
"Okay." Huang Xingye agreed to Wang Chengping readily.
Wei Ling, who was left behind, looked helplessly at the backs of Wang Chengping and Huang Xingye in the distance, then called out to one side, "Political Commissar."
Wang Chengping and Huang Xingye both looked over in horror.
There was nothing, even Wei Ling's figure disappeared.
"This... this little bastard, he seems to be unhappy if he doesn't make me angry for a day. I... I want to beat this guy up." Wang Chengping covered his chest and gritted his teeth at Huang Xingye. He was really scared by Wei Ling just now.
Huang Xingye wasn't that frightened, because he had no sense of taste and everything tasted the same to him.
"You make it sound like you don't want to beat Wei Ling." Huang Xingye dared to joke in front of his old leader.
Wang Chengping glanced at Huang Xingye with dissatisfaction.
"You can't beat him, right? I believe that if you could beat him, you would beat Wei Ling all day long." Huang Xingye went on to expose Wang Chengping's shortcomings.
Wang Chengping: ...Old Huang has also become a bad student and we can’t even have a good conversation anymore.
"What are you two talking about?" Just as Wang Chengping and Huang Xingye were walking towards the cafeteria while arguing with each other, a very familiar voice suddenly rang out.
Wang Chengping glared at Huang Xingye: "Old Huang, am I old?"
Huang Xingye shook his head.
"Then why am I hallucinating? Why do I hear Lao Zhang's voice?" Wang Chengping didn't believe that Political Commissar Zhang really appeared. They clearly didn't see anyone just now.
Huang Xingye smiled helplessly, "Master, you are not hallucinating."
"What good things are you two planning to steal from us? Tell the truth. If you resist, we will punish you severely." When Political Commissar Zhang said this, he and Hong Wei had already approached Wang Chengping.
Wang Chengping: ...It's really a ghost!
"Didn't Wei Ling call me just now? Didn't you hear it? Why do you still look as if you've seen a ghost? What are you doing like this? Are you trying to gain sympathy, or do you want to keep all the things Wei Ling gave you for yourself?" Political Commissar Zhang looked at Wang Chengping in surprise. He thought he had just been exposed.
Wang Chengping: ...It's over. It seems that he blamed Wei Ling wrongly. Wei Ling just reminded him.
"Hurry up, I heard it clearly. This thing tastes better if you add some garlic sprouts to it and roast it. Let's go and try it. If it tastes good, all the little bastards in the division will have a treat." Hong Wei pushed everyone to hurry up.
There's no point in arguing, just eat the food first.
Although Wei Ling gave Wang Chengping a lunch box full of glutinous rice and blood enema, it was indeed not enough for four grown men to share.
The large intestine released oil when exposed to heat, and with the aroma of the garlic sprouts, the few people had no time to talk and started fighting with their chopsticks directly on the stove.
The last piece was snatched away by Wang Chengping.
The other three people sitting around the stove finally put down their chopsticks helplessly.
"Lao Wang, this glutinous rice stuffed blood sausage is not only delicious, but also filling. I was wondering what to do with so much glutinous rice in the warehouse, but I didn't expect that such a good solution would be delivered to me. This year, the division must make this glutinous rice blood sausage when we slaughter pigs." Hong Wei is the director of the logistics department, and he knows all the supplies of the division.
Huang Xingye also added, "This batch of glutinous rice was originally intended to be used to make rice dumplings, but neither I nor anyone else in the cafeteria knew how to make them, so we just left it there. I never thought it could be made into a new delicacy now."
"It's really delicious. I agree that the cafeteria should make this kind of food more often in the future."
Political Commissar Zhang also likes the crispy grilled sausage.
The most important point is that if the canteen cooks it often, they can enjoy it often.
It is said that this dish is very simple to make and does not require any additional seasonings, not even salt, as pig blood itself is a bit salty.
This way, you don't have to worry about eating food that Mr. Huang accidentally put the wrong seasoning in.
"I'll approve it and give it to Wei Ling when I get back." Wang Chengping and Political Commissar Zhang thought of the same thing.
When he got off work in the evening, Wei Ling got a note from the division headquarters authorizing Qin Qingman to go to the division headquarters cafeteria and command everyone to do glutinous rice blood enema when killing the New Year pig.
Thinking that he wouldn't have to trouble his wife, Wei Ling returned home very satisfied.
When she told Qin Qingman about this in the evening, she thought this was a very good idea. While waiting for the division to kill the New Year pig, Qin Qingman's skills in operating the sewing machine became better and better. She first tried to make a cotton coat for Chuchu.
Sewing is easy, cutting is difficult.
Qin Qingman had never used a sewing machine before and was just practicing tailoring.
Fabric is expensive, so she couldn't use it to practice tailoring. So she used plastic. Plastic is cheap and you can buy a big roll for one dollar, so she simply bought a roll to use as material for practicing tailoring.
When I was not proficient in the beginning, I definitely wasted some plastic, but as I got more proficient in the feel, it gradually became less of a problem.
The cut plastic was not wasted. Qin Qingman used a sewing machine to sew it together to make a raincoat that can protect against wind and rain on rainy and snowy days.
Because they are all cut according to clothes, the rain and snow clothes made in this way look pretty good.
After learning tailoring, Qin Qingman started cutting real cloth. The first thing she made was not a cotton coat for Chuchu, but a pullover vest for the wolf cub using old cloth taken from old clothes.
With the Wolf Cub vest as a base, Qin Qingman felt much more confident in making clothes for Chuchu.
"Sister, these are prettier than the ones I bought from the supply and marketing cooperative!" Chuchu got new clothes one after another this winter. Her little face was rosy with joy, and she looked as happy as she could be when she looked in the mirror.
The Qin family didn't have a large floor-length mirror, just a mirror that was neither too big nor too small and could reflect a person's entire face.
Although the mirror is small, it can still see people clearly.
At this time, Chuchu was spinning around in front of the mirror.
The cotton-padded jacket is not only thick, but also has a hood. Its cute shape is very similar to the clothes of later children, but Qin Qingman also combined the characteristics of the large cotton-padded jacket from Northeast China, but made only appropriate changes and did not dare to make it too advanced.
But this kind of clothes is very beautiful and eye-catching.
Chuchu was totally reluctant to take off her clothes. The child especially liked the hood of the dress. When it snowed and was windy, she could just put the hood on her head and she didn't have to wear another hat at all.
"Sister, this hat is so practical. I like it so much."
Chu Chu's face turned even redder with excitement.
"I thought it would be troublesome to wear a hat, so I just sewed the hat on your clothes." Qin Qingman explained.
Although the clothing styles were based on later styles, her first consideration was definitely practicality.
Hoodies are very useful in the Northeast.
"Sister, I like it." Chu Chu once again expressed her love loudly.
"Okay, this is how you make your clothes from now on." Qin Qingman smiled and touched the child's even fuller face, urging the child to take off his clothes, as these were new clothes that could only be worn during the Chinese New Year.
"I'll make you another pair of pants."
Seeing that Chuchu's clothes were successfully made, Qin Qingman planned to make the matching cotton pants as well.
In the Northeast, wearing only a cotton coat without cotton pants can still freeze you to death.
"Sister, you are so nice."
Chuchu hugged Qin Qingman's legs and rubbed them constantly, with the corners of her mouth raised with joy.
"Change your cotton clothes and go milk the sheep. If you don't, Dudu will make trouble for you." Qin Qingman smiled and pushed the child.
As the wolf cub grew up, his appetite increased.
"Okay." Chuchu happily changed into her new cotton-padded clothes and took the wolf cub out to milk. As soon as she opened the curtain of her living room, she saw Sanmu running into the yard in a hurry, and also saw two people looking around outside the gate.
Then, their eyes met.
Zhao Tiancheng: ...Finally found Qin Qingman's house.
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