I take the whole village out of poverty and become rich

Chapter 68 The Uninvited Guest

The villagers of Hushan Village don't have any concept of the New Year. The first day of 2007 is just an ordinary winter month thirteenth day for them.

If there is any difference, it is that it is closer to the Chinese New Year than yesterday.

For rural areas, Chinese New Year is a big event.

In the countryside of Shuzhou, there is another item that must be prepared in advance: sausage and bacon.

Even if they are poor, every household will tighten their belts and try to prepare as much as possible.

Otherwise, it will not be possible to entertain relatives during the Chinese New Year, not to mention losing face, and the ancestors will think that this descendant is worthless, so that they can't even eat sausage and bacon (of course, this is just a self-imagination in traditional folk customs.)
In those affluent rural areas, every household will kill a new year's pig, and the sausages and bacon are hung full, and the meat is full of fragrance.

But in a poor village like Hushan Village, although every family raises pigs, they are all rushing to sell them for money. Those who are willing to kill pigs must be "rich people" in the village.

For example, Gu Daqiang's family.

As for other farmers who can't afford to kill New Year's pigs, they can come to help, and then buy some at a low price, so they can make ends meet.

There are thirty or forty households in a group, and four or five households slaughter four or five pigs, which is basically enough.

The remote and poor villages have been living together for many years, and they have their own way of living in groups for warmth.

This year, because Huo Qianli wanted to stay here for the New Year, and Gu Daqiang also wanted to send Hu Lao and Lao Tang some sausage and bacon to take home, the time for slaughtering pigs for the New Year was brought forward by two days.

On the first weekend after New Year's Day, it's time for Gu Daqiang's family to kill New Year's pigs!
Of course, Liu Xiaoyu's film crew would not miss such a scene. Early in the morning, they brought people to the courtyard dam in front of Gu's building.

After these days, the villagers have gradually become familiar with these people and machines, and they are not restrained when they see them, and they are busy with their own lives.

On the soil slope of the courtyard dam, a stove pit has been dug with a hoe, and a large pot is placed on the pit.

Not far from the cauldron, a few bricks set up a prefabricated cement slab.

Next to the cement board, there is also a square table covered with plastic paper.

Liu Xiaoyu turned into a curious baby, pulling Huo Qianli beside him, asking what is this for, what is this for, asking non-stop.

Huo Qianli glanced at her, and said, "Director Liu, have you ever thought that your curiosity may also be the curiosity of the audience in front of the TV in the future, so if you look slowly through the camera with curiosity, everything will have an answer."

Liu Xiaoyu:
She had sly eyes, "I see, don't you also know?"

Huo Qianli gave her a blank look, "Do you think I'm as stupid as you?"

Liu Xiaoyu:
She silently glanced at Huo Qianli, slowly moved a step towards him, then stomped on Huo Qianli's feet, and fled in an instant.

The expected "chasing" did not come, Huo Qianli just silently looked at the eye-catching mud print on the clean shoe, and looked at Liu Xiaoyu resentfully, "I just painted it a few days ago."

Liu Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, then turned her head arrogantly, swishing her ponytail, pretending not to see it.

Huo Qianli rolled his eyes, "You're still so childish at an adult, be careful of retribution."

Liu Xiaoyu stuck out her tongue, "Slightly slightly!"

Childish ghosts are making noise here, and many people gathered outside the building are also slowly busy.

A woman carried a large bundle of firewood and went to light the fire under the iron pot;
Another woman carried a bucket and poured water into it. Three buckets and five buckets filled a large pot.

A five or sixty-year-old pig butcher was sharpening his knife silently with a cigarette in his mouth. His movements were slow and just right, like a peerless swordsman who had been out of the rivers and lakes for a long time.

There was an incense table behind him, and a few unburned sticks of incense gave off green smoke, rising and dissipating from the back of his head.

It was a sacrifice to the pig god, a salvation for the souls of the dead under the knife.

On the road beside the building, four or five men stood in a row, holding various sticks and poles in their hands, talking and laughing with cigarettes in their mouths.

Suddenly there was a shout from the direction of the backyard, "Here we come! We come!"

Following the yelling, a fat white pig rushed into everyone's field of vision with its hooves swinging.

Most of the pigs were curled up in the pigsty, and today they finally escaped!
After being in the cage for a long time, he has returned to his natural state, so he still runs wildly excitedly.

People standing on both sides of the building immediately stomped their feet and stretched out their hands, knocked and drove it with sticks, trying to adjust its course of travel.

Everything went according to the familiar plan, Fat Pig was unconsciously driven step by step to the courtyard dam, and was about to enter the "ambush circle".

At this moment, it was unknown whether it was a flash of light in the pig's brain, or the life instinct sensed the danger, but the fat pig turned around and rushed towards the other side of the courtyard dam.

The surrounding men were caught off guard and did not stop them.

In front of Fat Pig's sprint, it was Liu Xiaoyu and the photographer!
Seeing the 200-jin species rushing towards her in a frenzied manner, Liu Xiaoyu was so frightened that her face turned pale.

Zhang Yang on the side rushed up quickly, trying to knock the pig down, but when he saw the dirty dirt on the pig's body, he couldn't help hesitating for a while, and just like that, he was knocked to the ground by the pig.

It seemed like a long process, but in fact it was just a split second. Liu Xiaoyu was so stupid that she couldn't even hide. She could only close her eyes, cover her ears, and let out a sound that pierced her eardrums, "Ah!"

So much so that she didn't see the wonderful scene of a boy in yellow clothes wearing a bib rushing out and knocking the escaped pig to the ground.

A group of men rushed over quickly, Qiqi stretched out his hand to help hold the pig down, and then fastened the four hooves with fastening buckles, and lifted it directly to the prefabricated concrete slab.

Gu Haitao patted the apron and stood up, looking at Liu Xiaoyu with a puzzled expression, "Sister Xiaoyu, you hide when the pig comes running? Why are you howling? It doesn't understand."

Liu Xiaoyu blushed, and changed the topic stiffly, "Where did you find such an ugly apron!"

Gu Haitao chuckled and patted his chest, "You don't understand, a real man wants to wear the reddest apron and press the fattest pig during Chinese New Year!"

After finishing speaking, he raised his eyebrows proudly, and walked over to help press the pig.

The camera naturally followed, and the woman drove the children watching into the house. The pig butcher held a knife and skillfully stabbed it into the pig's throat, and the scarlet blood flowed into the basin placed on the ground.

This pot of pig blood is another good dish.

When it was completely dead, everyone carried the pig to the plastic paper that had been laid in advance by the side of the pot. The pig butcher washed the pig's trotters first, then cut a small hole in the pig's trotter, leaned over and puffed up his cheeks and blew. .

Soon, the pig's body became bulging a lot, and all the folds were stretched out. The pig butcher tied the opening with a thin rope, scooped up boiling water to scald the dead pig, and then picked up the special scraper for shaving and began to shave. Mao, soon a white and clean pig appeared in front of everyone.

After that, things like disemboweling, dividing into water, shaving ribs, and dividing into pieces of meat.

The pig urine bubble (that is, the bladder) is taken away by the children, blown up and kicked as a ball, and can play for days.

The shaved pig hairs are also collected and sold to waste collectors for a few bucks.

The entire film crew, including Liu Xiaoyu, watched with gusto. They usually eat pork every day. This is the first time they have seen how to butcher a pig.

The women who came to help performed their duties, those who washed the intestines, those who changed the water, and those who helped the kitchen to divide the meat, all made it clear.

How much each family wants to buy, what parts to buy, etc., have been discussed with Gu Daqiang a long time ago. According to it, the weight is paid, and these are nothing to talk about.

After finishing the work, this meal at noon today is indispensable.

At twelve o'clock, the Gu family's pig-killing feast begins.

Only the four or five families who helped out came to eat, otherwise there would not be enough food.

Gu Daqiang didn't forget about the film crew, and sent a few large bowls to the cafeteria over there.

Everyone in the film crew ate their mouths full of oil, and they all lamented that this freshly killed native pig is really delicious!

Huo Qianli, Hu Lao and Lao Tang were also at Gu's house, eating freshly killed pork and chatting happily.

After working hard for half a year, the burden on my shoulders finally eased a little, and all kinds of work are on the right track one after another. Among the tentative things right now, I only need to simply finish the road repair, take care of the medicine fields step by step, and wait for the next year's harvest After that, just make preparations for the cooperative to cover the whole village.

After drinking a few glasses of spirits, there was laughter and laughter. Everyone was eating and laughing happily in this remote mountain village.

"Huh? Where did the car come from?"

A villager yelled in surprise, and the people at the two tables put down their chopsticks one after another, and turned their heads to look at the road.

"Hey, it's still a domineering car, which is rare." Tang Yuxuan glanced at it and smiled.

Huo Qianli frowned, no one in this village could afford such a car.

No matter what everyone thought, the car drove along the road on its own, and when it reached the entrance of the village, the driver seemed to ask for directions, and then drove towards the village committee.

Huo Qianli and Gu Daqiang looked at each other, and it seemed that something was wrong.

When the car was parked, the driver and the co-driver got on and got off at the same time, helping to open the rear door.

The two middle-aged people got out of the car separately, and the driver stood beside the car, watching the group of three people walk towards the village committee.

Huo Qianli's complexion changed immediately, and he rushed over as soon as he threw his chopsticks.

Among the four people who came, there was one person he knew - Guo Haoran, deputy secretary of the county party committee!
What's more, Guo Haoran was half a step behind and stayed by the leader's side!

The identity of the middle-aged man at the forefront is ready to be revealed!

(End of this chapter)