Song Tan Jishi

After the winter solstice, the sky gradually changes from short to long, and so does the morning sunshine.

Just after seven o'clock, wisps of bright winter sun were reflected in the room through the tight curtains. Because it was morning light, it still had a warm golden hue.

This warm color in the bleak winter makes people feel particularly wonderful at first sight.

Lao Zhu and others stood up in this warm light, and as soon as they walked out of the door, they sneezed hard again.

"Ouch!" Xiao Du nervously came over to Lao Zhu and waved his hand: "It's okay. Why are you nervous about sneezing? The air outside is chilly, and people feel energetic as soon as they go out!"

Then he murmured to Lao Zhou and others: "Why do I think it would be better to sleep in this mountain?"

They are older and have lighter sleep, so it is normal for them to wake up several times during the night. Usually when I'm in the mountains, I wish I could wake up at five or six o'clock. But what about now?

There is no nighttime entertainment in the countryside. Their eyes are dazzled and they don't like to check their mobile phones. They went to bed at about nine o'clock last night.

But now I get up and look again, it’s half past seven!

Huh! This is a very satisfying sleep!

I also had a good night's sleep the night before, and after dinner I slept until dawn... Alas, this drinking capacity is shameful, so I might as well not mention it.

In short, this kind of sufficient and high-quality sleep made the whole group feel particularly full of energy.

But Lao Yang thought about it for a moment: "Maybe we were too excited yesterday and were tired from shopping."

that's true.

Although the market is not too big, they walked around, visiting the east stalls and tasting the west stalls... and even talking and gesticulating, it was indeed more energy-consuming than on the mountain.

In addition, those who had eaten at the stall couldn't hold it back any longer while the car was on the road. Each person picked up two rice sticks and chewed them——

Speaking of which, this thing swells. It really doesn't stop hunger!

I obviously ate all afternoon, but now I still have room in my stomach. After returning home, Master Jiang cooked spinach dumpling soup again...

They looked at the spinach shoveled from the ground. The leaves of the old variety were not as shiny as they had seen before, and even the green color was darker.

Because it is spinach lying on the ground, it is covered with mud when it is shoveled out, and it doesn't look good.

But it was Qiao Qiao who brought the dumplings back, so it makes sense not to eat some, right?

No, while muttering that the ingredients are not as good as those from Lao Song's, I also admired that the old varieties still taste better.

So everyone Xilihulu drank a big bowl.

So much so that Lao Li said: "I'm tired from shopping in the afternoon, I'm full in the evening and have to digest it. My brain is deprived of oxygen. It's normal to sleep soundly."

While they were thinking about it, they were heading to the cafeteria when they heard Master Jiang calling them from afar: "Hurry up and have breakfast! After eating, we have work today!"

"Okay, okay!" Lao Zhu responded immediately.

There is no other meaning, nor is it that they like to work and just want to get more food.

In the cafeteria, Master Jiang was also mysterious: "Song Tan just gave us a can of soy beans!"

What?

The old man Tiantuan suddenly became excited: "This should be eaten with porridge, right? Lai lai lai lai where is the porridge?"

"How can you eat it with porridge!" Master Jiang looked down upon it: "With porridge and no oil or water, how can you work in the morning? Let's eat egg pancakes in the morning."

Stir the chopped green onions, eggs, and a little salt evenly. A large piece of lard melts in the pot, making the dark pot full of oil.

Then the stirred silky batter is put into the pan, and Master Jiang turns the pan so gently and deftly, a thin farm-style egg pancake is formed.

When this pancake, which is about 30 centimeters in diameter, crispy on the edges and soft in the center, is taken out of the pan, scoop out a spoonful of soy beans and roll them into it one by one...

"Come on, come on! One piece of cake for each person! Let's have another bowl of spinach soup - Zhu Zhizhu said, I won't ask you to eat too much, so I'll give you just this."

What the hell? !

Lao Zhu immediately became dissatisfied: "Who can eat this little food?"

"Your burrito is so big in your hand!" Master Jiang, as a chef, has never been afraid, so he said at this moment:

"I heard that you have been eating a lot these days! Party Secretary Xiao Zhu said that as you get older, it's time to maintain your health. Just eat enough, not more."

He scooped the batter from the basin into the pot: "Anyway, I will give one piece of cake to each person - who is that, Xiao Du, you guys eat more! I will give you three pieces of cake, the young man will get hungry quickly."

The old man was so excited after eating this meal, but the chopped green onion in the pancake was so fragrant, and the egg pancake he got while standing by the pot was also extremely soft and tender. The soy beans wrapped in it had a salty and fresh taste. Especially touching...

snort! Just one piece! At worst, we can eat the pig-killing feast and come back!

And after breakfast, the Old Song family really had work to arrange.

"Come on, come on, help move the door panel and the big bathtub down - don't put them on the cement floor on Laba Day, because the bloody water will not be flushed out!"

Three big-bodied pig butchers were picked up by Song Tan with their equipment. The back compartment was filled with weird tools. Iron racks, large iron hooks, air blowers, sharp and bright butcher knives, machetes, deboning knives, etc...

Lao Zhu and others saw it with great joy: "Oh! This looks like an old trick. You have experience in killing pigs - Xiao Du, you should learn more when killing pigs!"

Xiao Du's expression was hard to describe.

Lao Zhou was also telling Xiao Sun: "You study hard, and I will send you when their family kills pigs next year. Then you will be the pig butcher - I heard that the rules for killing pigs in farmers are to give the pig butcher a Pig intestines!”

Of course, there are wages.

But for Lao Zhou, pig intestines are more valuable!

Xiao Sun then became energetic and said, "Okay! I will definitely learn quickly!"

It happened that the person who called the pig butcher heard it, and he laughed and said: "What are you learning? Don't learn it. Pigs are killed scientifically now. There is no market for pig slaughterers like us."

As soon as he said this, the other two pig butchers also laughed: "Yes, don't learn from us! What we know is the old method, killing is slow, and it's troublesome... Let me tell you, don't learn this, there is no future. .”

"Yeah, other people's slaughterhouses either have electricity, or the machine directly drives an iron nail into it. Unlike ours, it's troublesome and bloody. Now you can make videos and they won't allow them to be broadcast."

"Yes, pigs are not allowed to be raised in the village now, and pigs are killed in the slaughterhouse... Look at the Old Song family, if they hadn't reported it, they didn't plan to sell the meat, and they wouldn't have killed it themselves!"

When three pig butchers who are equally big and round talk about this, they feel really sad.

Times have improved and there are more pigs, but their pig butchers have lost their jobs.

These words were sincere. Ulan was carrying the basin out and sighed after hearing this:

"No, I can't find any pig killers now. You see, I asked around in several villages and the entire town before I asked these three people."

The other party burst out laughing: "Yes, there are no pigs to kill, so why stay at home? You can earn more by going out to work!"