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If fatty meat doesn't taste good, then what good meat is there in the world?

Let alone these famine years, even in years of plenty, every household is short of oil and fat. When they go to town to buy meat during festivals, they only buy the fattest cuts.

We bought it, rendered it into oil, and the whole family could eat it for a month or two if we were frugal!

You can eat pork cracklings, and stew cabbage and radishes in a pot full of oil!

Second daughter, I think you've gotten so cocky after eating meat for two days that you've forgotten who you are.

If you stand in the village and shout, "Fat meat doesn't taste good," see if the whole village rolls their eyes at you like they're going to fly to the sky!

Ye Qingqing also looked completely innocent.

Fatty meat is so greasy, who would want to eat that?

It's really not as good as pork offal. The pork heart is very chewy, the pork lungs are soft and fluffy, the pork liver is tender and smooth and can replenish blood, and the kidneys are even more nourishing.

Although pig's blood and pig's liver are not considered high-class dishes, they taste absolutely amazing when braised.

Especially pork tripe stewed with chicken, that's a famous nourishing dish!

Of course, all of this is based on the premise that the internal organs must be thoroughly cleaned and the odor removed.

Although Ye Qingqing didn't cook much while she was at the Taoist temple, she still had a great passion for food.

"What's wrong? I just want to eat some offal. Fatty meat is too greasy, I don't care for it."

Ye Qingqing raised an eyebrow. "Sister-in-law, we don't lack meat at home right now, so don't be so stingy."

Li Chunyan took a breath.

Okay, okay, the powerful figure has spoken, what else can she say?

What a waste of money!

Two big wild boars, with their fat and meat, how much lard can be rendered out!

It was already bustling outside, with shouts of pig slaughterers and everyone in the village who could help coming over.

"Come on, lift the pig up!"

"Is the water boiling yet? Hurry up and boil it..."

"Get a basin! A basin!"

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"They're already attacking? Second Sister, quick, we need to keep an eye on them!"

Li Chunyan grabbed Ye Qingqing and ran out to watch the pig being slaughtered.

The courtyard was even more lively than during the Chinese New Year.

The people building and demolishing the house split into one group, while the people slaughtering the pig split into another group on the other side of the yard. The fattest male wild boar had already been lifted onto a bench, one eye was bloody and mangled, and the other eye was staring wide-eyed in death.

There was no need to catch the dead pig, which saved a lot of effort. Several people held the pig's head high and held down its four legs.

It was Ye Qingqing's first time watching a pig being slaughtered, and she watched with great interest.

The butcher took a sharp knife from his leather sheath and plunged it into the butcher's neck with a thud, causing a gush of blood to spurt out.

I put some dissolved coarse salt in the basin so the pig's blood wouldn't clump together.

You have to drain the pig's blood completely, otherwise the blood will get trapped inside the meat and give it a fishy, ​​foul smell.

Once the intestines are removed, the casings are used to make blood sausage, which is then stewed with sauerkraut and tastes incredibly delicious!

After the blood was drained, the butcher ordered people to pour boiling water onto the pig's skin and then directed a group of people to scrape off the pig's hair with a "snip, snip" sound.

After scraping off all the black pig hair, the pig skin became reddish and slippery, cleaner than if it had just finished a sauna.

After scraping off the hair, the butcher makes a horizontal cut across the pig's neck, then cuts it open with a "crack" down the neck.

Good guy!

A piece of pork fat, about four or five fingers wide and white, was revealed, causing everyone to gasp in astonishment, their eyes practically popping out of their sockets with envy.

"My goodness, that's some serious fat!"

"If you render it into oil, you could eat it like it's being rolled around in hot oil and it would last until next year!"

"Of course! Just the fat from those two wild boars alone is worth a fortune!"

"The Youliang family has had a stroke of good luck this year; they've had a prosperous year!"

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These days, let alone oily food, if a family can even fill their stomachs with coarse grain noodles, they're considered well-off!

Seeing so many fat pigs slaughtered by the Ye family, who wouldn't be envious?

"Look at you! Wipe your drool off, don't let it drip on the pork!"

The butcher, his face full of menacing features, shouted and chopped off half of the pig's neck with a bang of his cleaver.

In no time, the huge pig's head was thrown into the basin with a thud.

Without him even having to say anything, several aunties and grandmas immediately dragged out basins, poured boiling water on the pig's head, and scraped off the pig's hair.

The butcher scooped out the pig's colorful entrails, tossed them into a basin with a clatter, then switched to a wide knife and an axe, and with a few swift strokes, cleaved the pig in two.

"Alright, go find a place to drop this fan!"

On the cutting board was half a pork belly, not much smaller than a double-door refrigerator. Inside the thick layer of fat, there were first three layers of pork belly, and then lean meat that was reddish-purple.

The butcher used a boning knife to scrape the meat off the ribs along the edges, and in just a few strokes, he removed a whole rack of ribs.

Ye Qingqing watched with great interest, but she was a little annoyed that the pig was too fat, with strands of fat hidden even in the ribs, like marbled beef.

It's too greasy after stewing!

After slicing and removing the ribs, the butcher uses a boning knife to cut the cartilage along the joints of the pig's shoulder and elbow, then uses a hammer and cleaver to remove the pig's shoulder and hindquarters.

All that was left was lean meat. He turned his head, his face covered in sweat, and shouted at Li Chunyan in a loud voice.

"Master, what are you going to do with the rest of the meat? Will the pork fat be removed separately, or what will you do with it? Tell us!"

"Here it comes!"

Li Chunyan, frantic with activity, squeezed through the crowd and, seeing the cutting board laden with meat, grinned from ear to ear.

"Just cut the meat into chunks, and cut off the fat separately. Make a generous amount of pork belly to make a 'pig-killing feast' for everyone!"

As soon as she finished speaking, everyone in the village's eyes lit up, and the aunties and grandmothers all started to advise her.

"Pork belly for a 'pig-killing feast'? That's incredibly generous of you, Dali's wife!"

"No, no, no! Chunyan, you can keep the fat for rendering oil at home, there's no need to make a pork stew!"

"Yes! Don't waste such good oil; we can make enough to eat for a year..."

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Li Chunyan stood proudly like a victorious fighting rooster, head held high, chin raised, face gleaming.

"It's okay, we're just tired of the food at home! Too much fat gets cloying, lean meat is much better!"

Ye Qingqing, "..."

That's what she just said, but who gave her that dirty look?

However, Li Chunyan was right. As soon as she finished speaking, everyone in the courtyard rolled their eyes so hard they almost reached the sky.

"Hey Chunyan, have you gotten so cocky from eating meat every day? Fat isn't tasty anymore, do you want to eat dragon meat?"

"Your family has no shortage of meat; who else in our village is like yours!"

"Dali's wife, you're the only one in the whole village who dares to talk like that. You'll get beaten up if you don't!"

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Li Chunyan waved her hand with great joy.

"Don't be upset. My dad said that everyone who helps my family slaughter the pig should take a piece of meat back with them as a thank you gift."

"If you want to eat fatty meat, then trim all the fat off the bones and take it back to render the oil."

The moment those words were spoken, the entire courtyard erupted in excitement.

Although the host usually gives a token gift of two or three catties, it all turns into fat and can be rendered into half a jar of lard!

With heavy snow blocking the mountain passes, the family ate pickled cabbage, radish, and cabbage cooked in lard, managing to find some flavor even while hibernating in the winter.