As the end of the year was approaching, Zhang Shuguang was not stingy. He divided the money into three parts and got five big wild boars for the machinery factory, a wild boar and a wild goat for the Public Security Bureau, and finally a big wild boar for the Armed Forces Department.
A total of 2,000 kilograms of meat were delivered and 4,000 yuan was received.
The 23rd day of the 12th lunar month is the traditional Little New Year in the north. It is also the day when people worship the Kitchen God and send him to heaven to perform his duties, asking him to speak good things to heaven and ensure peace in the world below.
Others may not be able to get stove sugar, but it is not a difficult task for Zhang Shuguang.
Due to policy reasons, there is no statue of the Kitchen God in the kitchen at home, only a blank tray.
Liu Guixiang placed the stove candy on the tray, held the Buddha statue in her hands and prayed silently, asking the Kitchen God to say more good things and not bad things.
May the whole family continue to be safe and happy in the coming year, and may the children be free from illness and grow up healthily.
On the 25th day of the 12th lunar month, after Zhang Xiangyang delivered the task pigs to the commune, there were only two slightly smaller black pigs left in the pigpen.
"Kill the New Year pig!"
"It's time to eat the pig-killing dish!"
The children in the village cheered and the day of slaughtering the New Year pig was definitely a carnival for the whole village.
Because there were no meat tickets, the day of slaughtering the New Year pig became one of the few days when people could see meat.
This year, Zhang Shuguang was very satisfied with the villagers' performance in handling the affairs of Zhang Xiangdong and Zhang Yuejiao in his own home.
Zhang Shuguang has never been stingy with people who are kind to his family.
"Uncle Xiangyang, I'm lucky today. I killed two wild boars in the mountains. Please ask Uncle Cao to lead the militia to carry them down from the mountain."
Zhang Shuguang came down the mountain carrying his 98k sniper rifle and found Zhang Xiangyang who was busy at the brigade headquarters.
"Xiao Guang, wait until tonight, I'll find a few people to help you carry it down. You can sell it at the recycling station for a lot of money, or I can help you send it to the machinery factory."
In Zhang Xiangyang’s mind, the first choice must be to ensure Zhang Shuguang’s interests.
"Uncle Xiangyang, I've already exceeded the task at the machinery factory. Let's kill these two wild boars along with these two little black pigs and share them with everyone for the New Year!"
Zhang Shuguang waved his hand and said indifferently.
"How can that be? Xiaoguang, you've already contributed so much to the village this year. If you hadn't harvested mountain products twice, I'm afraid everyone wouldn't have made it to the autumn harvest. We can't take advantage of you anymore."
The father and son were talking without hiding it from others, Cao Ming interrupted.
"Uncle Cao, the two wild boars are halfway up the mountain. If you don't go over now, it will be a waste if they are dragged away and eaten by other beasts."
Zhang Shuguang left after saying this, not giving them a chance to refuse again.
"Having them, father and son, is a blessing to our entire village."
The news that Zhang Shuguang gave two wild boars to the village quickly spread among the members, and everyone praised it.
All four pigs were slaughtered, and the bones and internal organs were put into the pot. After being stewed over high heat, they were added with radish and cabbage and simmered over low heat.
The rich fragrance in the air made the children around drool.
When queuing up to distribute the meat, Zhang Shuguang's family was ranked first at the request of the whole village.
In everyone's words, if Xiaoguang's family doesn't get the meat first, they have no right to share the meat.
"Xiao Guang, the black pigs are raised by us. They are fatter than wild boars. I'll pick out the fattiest part and cut a piece for you."
The butcher put a piece of fat on the butcher block. The white fat kept shaking, and Zhang Shuguang felt sick just looking at it.
"Uncle Xiangzhao, I appreciate your kindness, but please cut off a hind leg for me. I really can't eat this fat."
Zhang Shuguang took a hind leg and retreated from the crowd.
Everyone distributed the pork in an orderly manner, and then lined up to eat the pig-killing dishes. This year's New Year pig-killing was over.
Thanks to the two big wild boars sent by Zhang Shuguang, each household will receive more than twice as much meat as in previous years, so everyone will have a good New Year this year.
There is a Dragon King Temple in Zhangzhuang Village. Before liberation, there was a large-scale sacrificial ceremony every New Year’s Eve.
Pray for good weather and a good harvest in the coming year.
Later, such activities were labeled as feudal superstition, and Zhangzhuang has not held any sacrificial activities for ten years.
This year, under the organization of several clan elders, the members went out of their homes on the afternoon of New Year's Eve, and under the leadership of the clan elders, delivered a pre-made Wanmin umbrella to Zhang Shuguang's family.
The so-called "Wanmin Umbrella" is actually a large colorful umbrella made by every household using a small piece of cloth.
The Wanmin Umbrella is usually only used when worshiping gods or when encountering a good official who speaks for the people.
Giving umbrellas to ordinary people may not be known in other places, but it is the first time in Zhangzhuang.
"Uncle Seven, Uncle Nine, what are you doing? We are too ashamed to accept this!"
Zhang Qingchun's two uncles are the two oldest surviving members of Zhangzhuang.
"Why wouldn't you accept it? Xiaoguang bought our mountain products and kept us alive during the most difficult times. Xiaoguang is the living Bodhisattva of our village."
The two old men, supported by their grandson, stood tremblingly at the front.
“Two ancestors, I only did a little bit of insignificance within my ability. We really cannot bear the Ten Thousand People Umbrella.
Our family has received the kindness of our fellow villagers. Please bring the Wanmin Umbrella to the Dragon King Temple!"
Under Zhang Shuguang's insistence, Wanmin Umbrella was not accepted in the end.
These days, personality cult is not popular, and being too much in the spotlight is not a good thing.
Zhang Shuguang refused to accept it, and the others did not dare to take the Wanmin Umbrella home. In the end, they followed Zhang Shuguang's wishes and sent the Wanmin Umbrella to the Dragon King Temple.
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