Travel through famine years and awaken a post-apocalyptic survival system.

Zhao Qingsong smiled and said, "Right? I think it's about the same. Do you guys know how to do it?"

Gao Dazhi chuckled: "Of course! How did you get such a big thing?"

Hearing this, Zhao Qingsong could only explain again.

He then asked, "Brother Gao, we don't need to hand this wild boar over to the factory, right?"

After the commune was established, theoretically no one owned private property, and everything on the mountain belonged to the public.

Of course, theory is theory.

The group pondered over this.

Gao Dazhi shook his head: "I don't know either. When the commune hunts big game, the meat is usually distributed among the villages. I've never encountered a situation like yours before."

Old Liu laughed and said, "Never mind that for now, let's kill them first. Has the water boiled yet?"

"I've boiled a pot of water and a kettle on the coal stove; it should be ready by now."

"Alright, let's set up the scaffolding first."

The three of them started working there.

Old Liu looked at the water in the pot and muttered, "This temperature is too high. Let's boil it out. By the time the next pot of water boils, the temperature will be about right. Dazhi, go next door and borrow some boiling water."

Gao Dazhi agreed and turned to get to work.

Zhao Qingsong did not stop it.

He never intended to hide it from him when he brought the pig back; it was only a matter of time before he found out.

A huge wooden tub was carried into the main room, and boiling water was poured out of the pot.

Add water again and boil it.

The commotion of slaughtering the pig attracted the attention of others, and many people came over.

Among them was Aunt Wang.

"My goodness, such a big pig! How much meat must it have!"

Aunt Wang came over, looking amazed.

Zhao Qingsong offered Old Zhou a cigarette and waited for the hot water. Seeing the group come in, he smiled and said, "Aunt Wang, you've come too!"

"Hey, I heard from Dazhi that you slaughter a pig, so I came to see. Where was it slaughtered?"

"Oh, it was caught in a trap in the mountains."

He explained it again, but didn't say anything else.

Aunt Wang nodded gently, "Dazhi asked us to boil some water, and we're already doing it. We'll come over once the water boils."

They watched the spectacle with curiosity, and others, including some children, also watched with interest.

It felt like stepping back into the countryside when we slaughtered pigs for the New Year.

Gao Dazhi returned after a while: "The water is boiling, you'll have to wait a bit."

"OK!"

Zhao Qingsong smiled and agreed.

Slaughtering a pig is no easy task; it would probably take several people three or four hours to complete.

During his free time, Zhao Qingsong thought of something.

Then he asked, "By the way, is Xu Jing awake yet?"

"Not yet, we don't even know if they'll survive!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qingsong frowned, pondering whether he should find some time to feed Xu Jing some more treatment medicine.

A strong fire boils water very quickly.

In about twenty minutes, the water had boiled, and the water at Aunt Wang's house next door had also boiled, so they were all brought over.

Pour into a wooden basin.

Gao Dazhi and his friends worked together to carry the wild boar inside.

Scald the pig hair.

Hair removal and skin scraping.

Slaughtering a pig is a slow process. By the time the skin was scraped off, an hour and a half had passed, and many people had dispersed from the area.

There were also some people watching there.

Scenes of pig slaughtering are rare, and some people are hoping to buy some.

After a while, the wild boar climbed onto the wooden plank, where Gao Dazhi gutted it.

Aunt Wang walked over with a smile, and asked somewhat apologetically, "Um... Qingsong! Could you spare some of your pork for us? Don't worry, we'll pay you, and we won't ask for too much, just a pound or two will do, is that alright?"

Zhao Qingsong pondered for a moment.

This kind of transaction definitely cannot be calculated based on the black market price; it should be based on the state-listed price of 1 yuan per kilogram.

Otherwise, it would be speculation and profiteering.

They suffered some losses.

However, considering that he still had quite a few spaces available and there were only four or five neighboring families nearby, he agreed.

"Sure! Two catties per family, one yuan per catty, no coupons needed, but no pork fat or ribs allowed."

If you want more, you can barter with other things, like eggs, cotton, or cloth, all at the listed price. For example, denim cloth is listed at a little over 5 cents; two feet of cloth can be exchanged for a pound of meat. Is that alright?

"Okay, sure! Whoever wants more food can bring something to exchange. I'll go get the scales from home."

Aunt Wang happily agreed.

This is already a huge bargain.

Even with meat coupons, you can't always buy pork; most of what you get are chicken, duck, and fish.

The news spread very quickly.

There were six businesses in the surrounding area, and they all came over.

Zhao Qingsong didn't rush to collect the money, waiting for Gao Dazhi and the others to break down the pork.

Zhao Qingsong specially kept all the pig offal.

Especially pig small intestines.

This is one of the necessities for carpenters. He plans to make a wooden bow so that he can use it as cover when hunting with a crossbow.

"I'll divide them up for them first!"

Gao Dazhi looked at everyone and realized it was getting late, so he asked Zhao Qingsong a question.

"Sure!"

Zhao Qingsong agreed.

Start cutting the meat into pieces and weigh them directly.

One family took two pounds of pork leg meat, and they will deal with the rest later.

The person who got the pork quickly left happily, leaving only a few people still there to process it.

……

"Brother Zhou, let's wash the pig offal together. I'll go make something to eat, and we can have a drink later."

Zhao Qingsong looked at the pig offal and said with a smile.

Old Zhou agreed with a smile.

"Okay, I'll go wash up!"

Old Zhou smiled and agreed, then got to work.

Zhao Qingsong went to clean pig hearts, pig lungs, and the like. Cleaning pig lungs was troublesome, so he cut them into small pieces, squeezed out the blood foam, blanched them, and then cleaned them again.

Pig intestines and stomach are too troublesome to clean, so I didn't put them in.

I started getting busy in the kitchen.

The hot oil was poured into the pan, and the aroma of rendered lard filled the entire courtyard, making everyone swallow hard.

I added a large piece of pork and put it in to cook.

In the middle of the night, Gao Dazhi rode away on his bicycle and came back with two bottles of liquor. It is said that one of the bottles was taken from Lao Liu's house.

11 o'clock.

The pork was all cut up.

Zhao Qingsong's stew is also ready.

"Brother Gao, are you done yet? If you're done, let's eat!"

Zhou Qingsong shouted to the group.

Looking at the meat on the cutting board, Gao Dazhi laughed and said, "It's all done. This pork looks really good, and there's over ten pounds of pork fat."

Old Zhou was also wiping his hands.

"Yes! This pig is quite fat, and it's still winter. If we had caught it in the fall, it would probably have gained another twenty or thirty pounds. It's gotten thin from starvation in the winter."

Zhao Qingsong came out.

Looking at the pieces of pork, he smiled and said, "Each of us will take some back later. Let's eat first."

Old Liu smiled and shook his head: "We'll pass, we're fine with just getting a meal."

"Brother Liu, don't be so polite! I'll take some back for the kids. Come on, let's go eat."

Zhao Qingsong urged him on with a smile.

They pushed the group into the house.

The enamel basin was full, with some Chinese cabbage inside, and there was also half a pot of vegetables in the pot.

Old Liu rubbed his hands together and laughed, "Finally, I can eat my fill today!"

Zhao Qingsong smiled and said, "There's plenty to go around today. Come on, eat!"

Without any hesitation, the group started eating.

They clinked glasses and exchanged toasts.

After drinking for a while, Zhao Qingsong thought of something.

He turned to Gao Dazhi and asked, "Brother Gao, there's a place north of the steel mill with a lot of graves. Do you know which grave belongs to whom?"

"Huh? Where are you talking about? What's wrong?"

Gao Dazhi was puzzled.

"It's to the north, near..."

I described the approximate location.

"When I went into the mountains today, I saw someone digging something in the cemetery. He was acting suspiciously. He dug out a wooden box, and when he saw me, he ran away. I couldn't catch him."

He then added, "Oh, by the way, there's a local earth god temple over there."

"Oh, you mean that place! That used to be a mass burial ground. After liberation, many people buried their graves there. I don't really know which family you're talking about. Do the tombstones have names on them?"

"No, but the tombstone next to it is for Wang Futian."

After Zhao Qingsong finished speaking, Old Liu chimed in, "Oh, Wang Futian? The one west of the local temple?"

"Yes, Brother Liu, you know him? Whose grave was that I just mentioned? It's about ten feet west of Wang Futian."

Zhao Qingsong's eyes lit up.

"That belongs to Old Wu!"

"Old Wu? Which Old Wu?"

"Wu Zhiqiang! Which other Old Wu could it be? Old Wu is a local from Beijing. Those are his parents' graves. You mean his parents' graves were dug up?"

Old Liu was puzzled.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qingsong was startled.

Wu Zhiqiang?