Chapter 1811: Celebrating the Festival Alone 1

While the meat was cooking, Wang Zhengguo began to preside over the important matter of distributing the meat.

According to statistics, excluding pig offal, each person can get one pound of clean meat, which is distributed according to the household. The fat cannot exceed 20% of the total, otherwise one family will get all fat and other families will get nothing.

There is only a little fat on a pig, who wouldn't want it? The fat of the two pigs in the pot was left alone and distributed to each family.

The meat is divided into three grades: first-grade fat is 90 cents, second-grade fat is 80 cents, and third-grade lean meat is 70 cents.

It’s cheaper than at grocery stores, which is equivalent to giving back to members.

The ten people in the Lu family shared ten pounds of meat, two pounds of snow-white and greasy fat, three pounds of fat and lean pork belly, and five pounds of lean meat, which consisted of two pounds of tenderloin and three pounds of front leg meat. Xi Bao also wanted a few pork bones and a few pounds of ribs. The former cost five cents a pound, and the latter cost thirty cents. These were not popular parts of the meat, as they were expensive and did not have much meat. The pork leg bones were chopped so clean that it would be a waste of firewood to take them home for stewing.

In rural areas, firewood is also very precious.

Looking at the white fat slices in the bowl, the children had no desire to eat. Except for a few who scooped a piece of meat into their mouths to taste it, the others took it home. Someone said, "There are twelve people in our family, and we got twelve bowls of meat. It's cold and can be stored well. One bowl a day mixed with potatoes and cabbage stew can last for twelve days, and there will be some left after the New Year."

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Although Wang Cuilan has been a fan of fine food over the years, she still finds such dishes difficult to swallow, let alone a child?

The people nearby echoed the sentiment, apparently having the same idea.

Zhang Yuejin favored the Lu family, so all the ribs he gave were ribs, and all the pork bones were tube bones full of bone marrow.

The entire Wanglou Brigade was as joyful as if it were New Year’s Day.

At this moment, the meat in the big pot is cooked. When you open the lid, the rich aroma fills the air.

The Lu family did not join in the fun.

After the meat was distributed to each household, there were still more than ten pounds of meat and a lot of pig offal and bones left. As an expert butcher, Zhang Yuejin could pay to buy a set of pig offal, but the rest was not something he could covet. More than a dozen families with better living conditions scrambled for it, and it was divided up in a moment, leaving only the pig bones.

The taste of the big pot dish is not very good. Although the pork is not lacking in oil, it has little salt and no soy sauce.

Wang Zhengguo ordered twenty relatively fair and popular members to serve food to everyone, but they all tended to favor the Lu children. There was more meat than vegetables in their bowls, and they were all big slices of fat meat.

After thinking for a moment, she asked the children to bring the meat and vegetables home, picked out the fatty slices and stir-fried them in the pan again, added some peppercorns, aniseed, garlic, ginger and some dried chilies, added soy sauce for coloring, and finally put in the chopped potatoes. After stewing it, she poured half of the remaining pig blood and vegetables in the bowl into the dish, and saved the rest for dinner. After boiling it again, she served it on the table.

Men, women, young and old, each holding a big bowl, lined up in a queue.

The children ate with their mouths full of oil, and praised in unison: "Third Grandma is so amazing!"

On that day, the smell of meat wafted through every household. After dinner, the Lu family boiled lard, stewed pig heads and offal, and no one thought much of it.

There was too little lard residue, so Wang Cuilan's plan to wrap the cabbage corners failed. She simply mixed a large spoonful of sugar into the lard residue and asked Xibao to serve it to her younger brothers and sisters to share.

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When Cheng Baoguo came in, he saw this scene. He picked up a large piece of pork belly from under the wheat straw in the dung basket and showed it to them.

(End of this chapter)