Druid's Country Retirement

Chapter 498 Killing Pigs

Not long.

The courtyard of Fusheng's house became lively.

Lao Gen, Shui Sheng, Tie Zhu, Dakui, and Defa walked into the yard one after another. Without exception, they all had vegetables and wine in their hands.

The women hugged Shan Xing and whispered in the kitchen.

The men were sitting in the yard, around the brazier, with a pot of stew on the fire, several plates of peanuts, and changing cups.

"Uncle Red Soldier, what do you want from me?" Fu Sheng raised his glass and asked while toasting.

Li Hongbing replied after finishing his drink, "I plan to pickle bacon and stuff sausages at home. I invite you to come to my house to kill the pig tomorrow!"

Kill the pig!

Fu Sheng nodded. No wonder Uncle Hongbing came to visit him. He was recognized as the pig butcher in the village. He was indispensable for killing pigs and sheep in every house.

Uncle Hongbing raised hundreds of black pigs on the meadow. He killed a few of them when he got married last time. The meat tasted like pork, and his mouth was full of meaty flavor when he took a bite.

"Okay, kill a few of them, your pigs are rare."

Lao Gen nodded in agreement, "No, white-striped pigs are now raised in the forest area, and they can be put on the market in half a year. The meat tastes disgusting."

"I'll go tomorrow too. I've long been craving for Uncle Hongbing's black pork!" Dakui interrupted.

When others heard this, they also said that they would go to the old house to help tomorrow.

Li Hongbing suddenly had the feeling that these people were not going to kill pigs, but to mix them with black pork and eat them.

"You can come if you want, bring your wife with you, and let's have a pig-killing meal together."

After hearing this, everyone cheered and raised their glasses to drink.

In the late autumn night, the country roads look particularly peaceful and beautiful.

The moon hangs high in the sky, casting a cool radiance that complements the stars. The trees on the roadside have taken off their summer attire, leaving only a few mottled yellow leaves swaying in the wind. The air is filled with a touch of coolness and warmth. The smell of earth.

Li Hongbing walked slowly forward with Shan Xing on his back, enjoying this rare tranquility and freedom.

I originally planned to go to Lao Ou's house and laugh at him. With Fang Wanda and Sanpao in such miserable condition, Ouyang Hua must not have had a good life either.

It's a pity that Shan Xing wouldn't let him go, saying that his eldest brother was miserable enough and adding fuel to the fire.

Back at the old house, the animals were lying in their dens. In October, they became a little bolder and dared to live in the dog kennel with the meerkat group. Unlike when they first arrived, they followed Li Hongbing wherever he went, like dog skin plaster. .

A dreamless night.

The next day it was dark and bright.

The colorful rooster finished its crow and left the old house in a swaggering manner.

It was rare that Li Hongbing didn't sleep in. He worked hard with Shan Xing, boiling water in two large pots, and moved the long stools, buckets, and wooden basins to the rice field.

"Uncle Hong Bing, we are here!" Fu Sheng's voice sounded from the corridor of the courtyard.

Then a large group of villagers appeared, huffing and puffing, carrying portable tools on their shoulders.

"You're here so early, have you eaten yet?" Li Hongbing smiled and stepped forward.

Li Hongqi patted his belly heartlessly, "I didn't eat. I was just hungry to eat pig-killing rice!"

Snapped!

Fu Sheng raised his hand and slapped the young son on the back of his head, saying, "Go away and talk to the elders. It's no big deal."

On the sidelines, the scholars, Victory, and Jianjun gloated and snickered.

You deserve it. You know the dads are here and you still dare to keep your mouth shut. You should get whipped!

After taking care of his son, Fu Sheng asked with a smile, "Uncle Red Soldier, how many will you kill today so that I can arrange the people."

Li Hongbing glanced around and saw that there were at least a dozen people coming to help. Even if they were killed, there wouldn't be enough to eat.

"Kill five of them first. If there are not enough, kill them later."

Look! !

What is atmosphere? This is atmosphere.

I heard that black pork sells for twenty yuan a pound in the town. Uncle Hong Bing said five pigs without batting an eye.

Everyone who came to help was envious.

"Brothers, you are in luck today, let's go pick the pigs!" Dakui rolled up his sleeves, hung a hemp rope on his shoulders, and held a pole in his hand.

A group of old men walked out of the old house talking and laughing, while the women helped with the preparations before killing the pig.

meadow.

Winter is approaching, but the meadows are still green and there is no sign of winter.

This made Li Hongbing very embarrassed.

If the grass doesn't wither, the harvest will be in vain, and the thatched roof of the main room of the old house is expected to be changed to the other side after the grass dies. It seems that there is no chance.

The black pigs raised by Li Hongbing all adopt the free-range mode. They eat wild vegetables, wild vegetables, and mushrooms that contain the power of the origin, and drink the pollution-free mountain spring water from the Qingshui River. They all grow fat heads and big ears.

Nowadays, there are very few farmers raising free-range black pigs in forest areas, because black pigs eat a lot, grow meat slowly, and have low meat yield. They can only grow to 150 kilograms in two years.

Even Fu Sheng does not dare to raise local black pigs. Instead, foreign white pigs will be slaughtered in one year and can grow to 300 kilograms in half a year. If you add some medicine, they will grow faster.

As for meat quality, everyone knows that black pork is delicious, but foreign white pork is cheap. One pound of black pork can buy three pounds of white pork, or even more.

Dislike it, it's disgusting, it's good if you can eat pork, so you don't have the right to be picky.

"Uncle Hongbing, your black pig weighs about 300 pounds!" Fu Sheng looked at the plump black pigs scattered on the meadow. Any pig farmer would be jealous.

"They're really well raised, Uncle Red Soldier. What else can you farm? It's so good to raise black pigs. Tourists in the village asked for black pigs, and they were willing to pay any amount of money." Chunsheng's eyes were hot. These were not black pigs, they were pigs. Moving banknotes.

"Sell? I won't sell it for any amount of money. I don't even have enough to eat." Li Hongbing curled his lips. We only had so many pigs, and people worried about them every day.

Two brothers-in-law from the city had reserved a few pigs in advance and said they would go to the mountains to pull pigs in a few days.

I also leave some for my parents’ house, give some to my godfather and godmother in the provincial capital, and give some to relatives and friends, so there is no hair left.

"You pick the pigs, and I'll go take a look at the barn!"

Li Hongbing habitually acted as a hands-off shopkeeper. The villagers knew his temperament. He would talk but never do anything. He would laugh and joke a few words, pick up the black pigs for slaughter with a rope and argue.

Come to the barn.

Heifeng and the horses ran off somewhere, leaving Xiaohong, who had a big belly, alone in the shed.

While checking Xiao Hong's body, he also sent in the power of his origin to ensure that the foal was born running and jumping around.

The bullpen was also empty.

In the sheepfold, Black Horn nestled lazily in the hay, surrounded by a circle of lambs.

Seeing Li Hongbing's arrival, Heijiao stood up, shook his horns, and bleated.

As for this guy, when he was first rescued from the Cow Horse Market, he was causing trouble everywhere. Now he has a much calmer temper and doesn't run around. He just guards the harem group and takes care of the children.

"It's okay, I'll just come and take a look." Li Hongbing patted Heijiao on the head and walked to the last barn. This shed was temporarily built when Captain Xu brought the animals from the city park. The animals lived freely in the meadow.

When it first arrived, the peacock looked like a featherless chicken. Now its feathers are slowly growing out, revealing its unique blue pattern. When all the feathers are fully grown next year, it will look beautiful when it opens its tail.

The sika deer and camels grew fat and strong from their skinny bones, and their furs were shiny. The five pandas and foxes were nowhere to be seen.

Li Hongbing didn't mind this.

Save them yourself, you have no responsibility to raise them.

There is plenty of food in the meadow. As long as you are not lazy, you will never starve to death.

"Brother, the pigs are all caught!" Li Hongqi ran over panting, looking at the two-meter-tall camel, his mouth wide open in shock, "My dear, if you kill it, it will be enough for the whole village to eat for a few days."

Snapped!

Li Hongbing slapped Li Hongqi on the head, "You talk a lot, no wonder your father beats you every day, you are so mouthy. The boss is not young, and he is rich now. It's time to find a wife!"

hey-hey! !

Li Hongqi smiled obscenely, "I quite like the school's teacher Xinyi, and she also has a good impression of me."

Teacher Xinyi?

That petite and cute female supporting teacher.

The image of the girl came to Li Hongbing's mind, and then he looked at Li Hongqi's slovenly dress, shook his head and persuaded.

"Listen to my brother and find a wife to live in our forest area. You can't handle a girl like this from the city."

Li Hongqi spoke firmly.

"Who said that? Teacher Xinyi is so kind to me. I give him breakfast every morning, but she leaves the dry ones for me to eat, and she only eats the thin ones."

Is there a possibility that people don’t eat dry food in the morning?

Li Hongbing cursed in his heart, but looking at Li Hongqi's dog-like face, he felt his stubbornness and knew that there was no point in persuading him anymore. Only when you suffer a loss can you know the pain, so he said helplessly.

"Forget it, let's kill the pig!!"

Back to the old house.

Five squealing black pigs were hung upside down on a wooden pole with their four hooves tied up with hemp ropes.

Next to it were several buckets of hot water and a table prepared in advance.

The experienced Fu Sheng, holding a bright butcher's knife, walked up to a black pig and skillfully inserted the knife into the pig's throat, and bright red blood spurted out.

Next to him, Shuisheng quickly put the large stainless steel basin prepared in advance under the bleeding hole. In the basin, he added boiled water and salt that had been mixed well until it melted.

The steaming pig's blood flows into the basin, and Shuisheng stirs it continuously with a spoon to prevent the pig's blood from coagulating in advance.

The difference between real pig blood and fake pig blood is here.

If it is made with fresh pig blood, then because fresh pig blood contains a lot of oxygen, salt is added during the making process, and the air is stirred into the pig blood.

During the coagulation process of pig blood, the salt causes the pig blood to coagulate, leaving oxygen and air in the pig blood. This makes the surface look rough, but there are pores inside and it is easier to break.

There are basically three types of fake pig blood, adulterated pig blood, fake pig blood, and artificial pig blood. The first two are made by using the blood of other animals as raw materials and adding starch and pigments, while artificial pig blood does not even use animal blood. Globulin powder is made by adding some starch, water and pigments.

Wait for the pig blood to slowly coagulate.

The pig's howling gradually became quieter and eventually stopped breathing.

"Quickly, scald the skin and shave!!" After Fu Sheng finally checked whether the pig was dead, he called his helpers to lift the black pig to the table.

Pour boiling water prepared in advance on the pigs one by one. This step can remove the hair on the pigs and make the pigskin cleaner.

Next, Lao Gen and De Fa took the scrapers and lay on the pig's body to shave.

Regardless of the color of the pig, the hair will be white after shaving, but there will still be black stubble. The skin of black pigs is thicker and looser, and the hair is not easy to shave clean. This requires patience and skills. Shaving Not good at eating meat.

Shave cleanly.

Come to the point of disembowelment.

Master Fu Sheng held a sharp knife and disemboweled the dehaired pig and took out the internal organs. His movements were smooth and smooth. Without thirty years of craftsmanship, he could not have been so smooth.

The internal organs were taken out and immediately taken away by the women for processing, especially the stomach and intestines, which had to be rubbed repeatedly with flour to clean them.

Immediately afterwards, Fu Sheng put down the sharp knife, changed to a bone chopping knife, and chopped the pig body into two halves along the spine, revealing the beautiful fat and lean meat.

There is a palm full of fat on the back of the pig, which is as white as snow. The lean meat is bright red in color, just like beef and mutton. The lean meat is mixed with white fat patterns, like marble.

Although the meat is thick, everyone who has eaten it knows that this kind of pork tastes delicious.

"This meat is so beautiful!" Looking at the palm-wide fat body of white flowers, Li Hongqi and several young men next to him swallowed their saliva greedily.

The black pork that really eats grass and grain is thick and fat with less lean meat. It doesn’t taste fishy. The white meat is crispy and the red meat is firm. It is full of meaty flavor when you bite it. Nowadays, white pigs eat only feed. It's a small medicine. It's all lean meat under the skin and tastes bland.

"Nonsense, don't even look at what kind of pig it is. This is a black pig in our forest area." Lao Gen pressed hard on the lean meat with his fingers. After the lean meat dented, it immediately bounced back to its original shape, "Did you see it? If the foreign white pig is pressed down, it will become loose."

"Stop talking and get to work quickly. I'm hungry just looking at it!" Dakui pursed his lips, as if he was sipping back the saliva in his mouth.

Fu Sheng smiled, picked up the sharp knife again, and decomposed various parts of the pig, such as pig head, pig trotters, pork, ribs, pork belly, etc.

The freshly killed pork was still trembling slightly and glowing bright red in color. It was put into the wooden basin according to different parts.

After the meat was divided, the men put it aside and left it to the women to handle, and then continued to kill the next one.

A separate pot was burned on the rice field. In the pot, salt, bridal sedan, star anise, cinnamon, and chili were placed. Slowly stir-fry over low heat until fragrant. This was used to marinate the bacon.

The divided fresh pork is directly rolled twice in hot salt mixed with seasonings, and then hung directly to dry.

Throughout the process, there was order in the chaos, and everyone gradually relaxed. While busy, they communicated with each other and shared each other's joys, sorrows, and joys, reflecting the warmth of the countryside and the harmony between neighbors.

As the owner, Li Hongbing was busy passing out cigarettes, pouring tea, and doing all the logistical work.

He immediately started to kill the second black pig. At this speed, he would probably kill them all in one morning.

The bacon has also started to be dried, which shows the benefits of having more people.

October smelled the smell of blood, and squatted aside obediently, watching quietly without yelling or making any fuss.

Fu Sheng picked up a piece of fat and thin pork from the chopping board and threw it in front of October, "Look at the thin one, eat it!!"

The meat is placed in front of October.

October glanced and remained motionless.

"Hey, what kind of dog are you? You won't even eat black pork, you're such a mouthful!" Fu Sheng scolded with a smile.

Shuisheng put down the basin in his hand and reminded, "Uncle Hongbing's dog won't eat what others give him. You treat it as your red bull. If someone poops next to you, it will wait to eat."

"Bah, only your scholars eat shit." Fu Sheng immediately retorted. You can scold Hongqi, but you can't scold Red Bull.

Li Hongbing came over after hearing the sound. He couldn't help but laugh and cry. He stopped the two from quarreling over whose dog ate shit and patted October on the head.

"Eat it, don't be like their dog, which gets into a fight over the poop."

(End of this chapter)