By the time the three men arrived at Red Sun Village, the cattle had already been slaughtered. Large pieces of beef were placed on the stalls, and many people were queuing up to get their hands on them.
Zhang Meili said to Guo Jingyi anxiously, "There are so many people here. Who knows which person has the best beef for stewing?"
Wang Shuning stood next to the stall and found that none of the tripe, hair tripe and beef tripe had been distributed.
The villagers love to eat meat, and they rush to get it no matter whether it is lean or fat. Parts like tripe are almost the same as pig offal to them, so it is not worth it to share them.
Guo Jingyi watched the butcher holding the knife to cut the meat into two halves and handed each halves to the two aunties in front of her.
She deliberately waited until the person was some distance away before catching up and buying the meat.
Beef is much more expensive than pork. Although the villagers want to eat meat, they would be very happy if they could exchange meat for more money. After all, filling their stomachs is more important to them than eating well.
Wang Shuning finally bought a whole piece of tripe, half of the tripe, and a little bit of beef tenderloin for six yuan. Probably because it was not washed clean, the tripe was particularly heavy.
Zhang Meili held the meat in her hand and glanced at it from time to time. Besides a strong appetite, there was also a little regret in her eyes. Two pounds of beef tendon meat cost five yuan, which was really too expensive.
Guo Jingyi earns money from wedding banquets, but she can only live off her savings.
A meal of braised beef means eating vegetarian food for at least half a month. It seems a bit uneconomical.
Guo Jingyi said: "After braising, cut it into thin slices and eat slowly. It is enough for us to eat for a week."
Zhang Meili nodded in a not very happy mood.
Wang Shuning looked at the beef. It would take two people a week to eat it. Guo Jingyi's knife skills wouldn't be as thin as paper and light as gauze like the chef who cut the beef slices for Huainan beef soup!
The three of them rode back on their bikes. Zhang Meili's cycling skills were indeed quite good. Even though the ground was so bumpy, she didn't fall.
After returning to the village, Wang Shuning took a basin and went straight to the river to wash away the undigested grass mud in the tripe. It almost turned into feces and had a very strong smell.
"Comrade Wang Shuning, where did you buy this meat?"
Wang Shuning deliberately went downstream to clean up and was not seen by anyone, but was chased by He Weiyuan. Could it be that this man installed a tracker on himself?
"Red Sun Village slaughtered a cow, and I traded rice with the villagers."
"Beef is not as fat as pork. What you bought are things that others don't want. Women still have to learn how to live, otherwise you don't know how much you will suffer." He Weiyuan stared at the golden belly and wanted to eat it, but his mouth was full of disgust.
Wang Shuning slammed his tripe to the left into the water, soaking He Weiyuan's face and hair. "I don't need others to judge how I live my life. What qualifications does an unrelated person have to comment on me? A domestic violence man like you who beats women, please stay away from me."
He Weiyuan's face gradually darkened. "It was Zhao Leyi who changed her mind and didn't want to marry me. She made me suffer like this and even scolded me. I didn't mean to hit her."
Wang Shuning drained the tripe and put it in a basin before walking away, threatening in a low voice: "I advise you to stay away from me, or I will smash your head with the basin."
He Weiyuan was so angry that he kicked the pebble by the river into the river. The pebble was too big and hit his toe, causing pain. He hugged his foot and jumped around.
After returning home, Wang Shuning cut the beef tenderloin into thin slices, coated it with chili powder and marinated it. Then he put on his rubber shoes and carried a basket to the yard to pick vegetables.
This is the season for eating radishes and Chinese cabbage. There is no shortage of beets, greens, cabbage, and coriander.
The cellar is filled with old pumpkins and big potatoes harvested in autumn. Thanks to He Zhuzhu’s diligence, she can always plant new vegetables in the spring.
The red oil hot pot base made with various spices is frozen, cut into small pieces and put in the cupboard. When you want to eat it, just take a piece and put it in the pot to cook.
The hot pot had a strong smell of oil, so Wang Shuning directly put the red-hot firewood in the stove into the brazier for heating, then moved it under the eaves and put a small casserole on it.
It started snowing and the white flakes melted as soon as they landed on my palms.
We were eating hot pot around the stove, our faces were cold but our mouths and hearts were warm. The light snow gradually turned into heavy snow.
It was snowing heavily and Dafeng Village was utterly silent. Not a soul could be seen outside the courtyard gate.
Wang Shuning stood up from the stool and went back to the room, taking the radio to the door. A radio station was telling the history of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression. The story-telling voice took people back to that war-torn era.
Goudan and Mingming moved stools and sat at the door of the hall, looking at the snow scene in the yard. From here they could hear the broadcast coming from the eaves nearby, and their eyes were shining.
"Mom, what did Sister Shuning cook? It was so spicy when she first started frying it, and it made my throat hurt." From Goudan's angle, he could just see the half-curled duck intestine on Wang Shuning's chopsticks through her elbow.
In order to get this small dish of duck intestines, Wang Shuning went to someone else's house and bought a duck.
Duck intestines, duck blood, duck gizzards, and duck feet, everything is included.
He Zhuzhu stared at the dishes piled high on the small stool. She counted more than a dozen dishes, all different. "I don't know what mom is cooking. It seems like she's been blanching vegetables. There are a lot of chilies in the casserole."
When they were doing it, He Zhuzhu took a special look. The smell was so strong that it was hard for her to ignore it.
I don’t know how many spices and seasonings were put in that stove.
Wang Shuning ate this hotpot from day to night, a full two hours.
The light bulb in the room was not bright enough to illuminate the eaves, so Wang Shuning even lit a candle.
He Weiyuan hit his toe after being angrily scolded by Wang Shuning. After having a tantrum by the river, he had to go home.
But when it was time to eat, the family didn't have his meal prepared.
He Liangliang looked at his disappointing youngest son and said, "You and your eldest brother have already separated. Your eldest brother will raise your mother and me."
He Weiyuan was unhappy. The family had already split up, but he hadn't moved out yet. Why were they so eager to draw a line in the sand? Was he a biological child or not?
"Bang." The door of the room was slammed hard against the door frame, as if the whole wall was shaking.
He Weiyuan's mother pursed her lips and said with some concern: "He has never cooked since he was a child."
He went straight back to his room now, and it didn't look like he was going to the kitchen to cook.
He Liangliang frowned and exhaled, "We have already split up. If you use our food or the big brother's food to subsidize the little brother, the conflict between the two brothers will only get bigger. Can a man in his twenties really starve himself to death?"
This incident made He Liangliang completely understand that the youngest son was really unreliable, and that the two old people should let go completely and let He Weiyuan suffer on his own. Otherwise, he would not remember the lesson, and would blame them for being biased, thinking that he was incompetent.
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