Finally, the most anticipated day of the year has arrived.

In the past, if there was one pig left at the end of each year, it was considered a great success.

When the weather was particularly tough, not to mention the pigs, even a drop of oil foam could be seen.

Even if it is Chinese New Year, I can still have a bite of meat, some rice grits porridge, and some corn cakes, and it is considered Chinese New Year.

Even if you want to make dumplings, you don't have enough refined flour.

Those who were better off would buy flour and make vegetarian dumplings.

In short, there has never been a situation like today where there are four pigs in the team.

Every household watched anxiously, hoping for a chance to eat some meaty food.

Lu Qingyang also got up early in the morning, and people from the village also came to help.

The women who were busy boiling water and the men who were busy catching pigs were all in high spirits.

The accountant of the production team was busy calculating the wages and allocating the amount of meat to each person according to the wages.

Buying meat from this production team is just like going to the market to buy meat, you can pick whatever you want to eat.

And you have to catch the meat by the method of catching the fish, and then find the meat with the corresponding number and take it back.

The meat is also kept as fair as possible.

There are four categories: meat, head and feet, offal, and oil.

Each category is weighed using a scale.

Count the population of the production team, divide the population by the number of each category, and you will get the average weight of each person in these four categories.

For example, if there are ten people in the family, they should order ten portions of the pair of zhuao.

Whatever you catch, you must take it, leaving no room for regret.

But villagers can exchange among themselves privately, and this is not restricted.

At this moment, Shen Mo was already standing beside Lu Qingyang holding a sharp kitchen knife.

A few sturdy villagers had already tied up the pigs, which were grunting there.

It seemed as if he had anticipated that he was about to die, and his expression was extremely miserable.

Shen Mo had no expression on her face and showed no fear at all. She rolled up her sleeves and cut directly at the pig's throat with the sharp knife.

The knife was swift, fierce and accurate, piercing into the hearts of both men in one go.

At this moment the pig had not completely died, and was struggling violently in pain.

The girls and children who were watching the excitement nearby were all startled when they saw it.

Jin Feng on the side closed his eyes and placed the large basin underneath.

Pig blood can't be wasted, it can also be a good dish. After the blood is put in, you need to add some salt so that it will coagulate after it cools down.

The little girl was brave and adapted quickly.

After the pig has been bled, it is time to start "blowing the pig".

The so-called blowing a pig is to cut a hole in the pig's hind leg, let a strong man blow air into the pig's body, and then hit the pig with a stick to make the air fill every part of the pig, making it easier to scrape the hair.

By this time, several women had already boiled the water. They placed it outside to cool for a while, and then poured it on the pigs to remove the fur when it reached a suitable temperature.

After finishing the work, Shen Mo started to remove the pig's head with a knife. Her movements were so skillful that the onlookers were amazed.

"Come on, this little girl is really capable!"

"If you can do it, then you can do it. If you can talk, then you can do it. Don't make any plans."

Shen Mo hesitated for a moment.

Lu Qingyang found out and immediately chased the women away with a kitchen knife: "Look at your mouths, you little ducks, you are so nagging. You have no time to mind other people's business. Why don't you take care of yourselves?"

The two women took several steps back, but they dared not offend Lu Qingyang.

Shen Mo didn't say anything, but just rubbed the pig's flesh even harder, as if she had taken out all her anger on the pig.

Lu Qingyang then started to kill another pig in one continuous motion.

Remove the pig legs, gut the pig and remove the liver, lungs, large intestine and other internal organs.

If the pig offal is cooked well, it will be very delicious.

He intended to use the basin of pig blood from the pig he killed to stuff pig blood intestines.

As the name suggests, pig blood intestines are made by stuffing pig blood into clean pig large intestines. It is also a specialty food here.

The pig blood intestines will be distributed equally to every household in due course.

Then he realized that all four pigs had been killed.

The villagers there have already started catching fish, and everyone hopes to get fatter meat so that it can have more oil and water.

But like nowadays, spareribs are more valuable than meat.

The villagers who drew the pork belly were very happy, while those who drew the spare ribs were very depressed.

When eating meat, you should not only eat it by the number of people, but also by the work.

The higher the salary, the more work you do, and naturally the more you get.

Basically every family got one or two kilograms of meat, and after the villagers, it was the educated youth's turn.

After all, they have made contributions to the team.

The fat girl had already started drooling. She eagerly grabbed the food and happily squeaked, "Pork belly. Hehe, add some oil. It's the most delicious when stir-fried."

Because she came for a short time, the portion she got was small, but the fat girl was still happy.

Hu Shengli was queuing in the queue to get the meat. When he saw Lu Qingyang eating meat, his eyes immediately darkened.

How could he know that killing pigs was the most profitable?

He was also very unlucky, as he got some pork neck meat, which had little fat and tasted bad.

When Gu Ni received the meat, there were little stars in her eyes as she looked at Lu Qingyang.

She came longer, so naturally she got more, and she was also very satisfied with the hind leg meat.

Finally, the remaining pig bones need to be distributed equally to each household.

Almost all the villagers gathered here, and the scene was even more lively than during the Chinese New Year.

After finishing, Lu Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief. This was really tiring.

But the benefits were really scarce, so Captain Wu let him keep half a pig's head, which was not bad. In addition to the meat he deserved, he also left him a pig's heart, pig's lungs, and pig's tail.

Lu Qingyang took away a few more pieces of pig blood with a smile.

He was hungry and wanted to eat Maoxuewang. Maoxuewang made with pig blood is the most authentic.

If there are some leftovers, they will make a pig-killing dish, and everyone in the team will get together to eat it and celebrate.

But today, Lu Qingyang had to cook the meal himself; he was already tired enough from killing the pig.

Several women from the production team cooked a dish of stir-fried pork with pickled cabbage. Although there was no meat in it, at most there was some oil foam.

There was also a pork bone soup. You could not see the bones at all when you looked at the soup.

Lu Qingyang just had a casual meal like this. He didn't eat anything special, and it could even be said that he wasn't full.

After all, the highlight is what he eats when he gets home.

When Shen Mo arrived at the pig trotter, she prepared to take it to Lu Qingyang without saying a word.

Master Shen sighed: "You silly girl, where is your home? I, your grandma, haven't even had a bite of oil foam yet! And you've gone to someone else's house."

"Grandma, see, you cook well, but mine tastes bad. I'm going to ask Lu Qingyang for help!" She said with confidence.

Master Shen was laughing and crying. Of course, what he said just now was just a joke.

He would definitely admit that he also liked the food cooked by Lu Qingyang.