As soon as they entered the door, there was a thick smell of blood, thick black blood coagulated on the ground, and two peasant women were washing the floor with buckets.
He Songbai walked in, and almost everyone stopped and looked at him in horror.
He Songbai quickly gave a secret signal, and the man who was chopping the pig's head with a machete breathed a sigh of relief, scolding: "Shunzi and the others are so unreliable, let people in."
"Who are you?"
His tone was very bad, because he was so frightened just now that he almost couldn't even hold the knife and slashed into his hand.
The control of the slaughterhouse is still very strict. Every level is guarded, from the top of the mountain to the end of the mountain. There are only three or four slaughtering pigs, and there are dozens of people watching the wind. In addition, the place is sparsely populated, and there are hardly any strangers involved, but today a stranger came in.
When Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, Shunzi took his head to the door and whispered, "This is our brother Zhang's friend, Master He, please show some respect."
He Songbai asked, "Is Brother Zhang here? I'll ask him for a living."
He took out the cigarette stick tied around his waist and handed one to the sturdy man. The cigarettes were of the Chinese brand, and they were very expensive at 75 cents per pack.
The man confiscated it, pushed it away, and frowned, the boss said unhappily, "What do you mean?"
He Songbai reported his name: "I am the second child of He."
Seeing that he took the initiative to sign up for the taboo's sake, the strangeness on this man's face was lessened. He took the cigarette and said reluctantly, "Brother Zhang is not here today, he went out to 'fish for water'. Now it's up to me, and it's the same as if you tell me anything."
A sip of water is a great unity, and fishing for water means making money.
The man said contemptuously, "Just because you want to come here to make a living?"
He looked at He Songbai's physique. He was too tall, but not strong enough. Looking thin, he might not be able to bear the work.
He shoved the machete in his hand into He Songbai's hand, "We don't have any shortage of people here, except for one who splits pigs. See if you don't see them, there are five pigs left that haven't been split, you divide them up. , bones return to bones and flesh to flesh.”
The man took the opportunity to stretch his waist, and his muscles and bones made a rattling sound, "I've already chopped four, and I'm tired. You want to do it, if you can't do it, leave. We don't want extra people here."
He Song said: "Of course."
He paused, then asked humbly, "How is it that 'bone returns to bone and flesh returns to flesh', you cut one end and let me learn from it?"
The man demonstrated it once, chopped a whole pig, and handed the sticky and dirty knife to He Songbai, "Chop it, I'll go over there for a break."
Pig slaughtering is a hard job. After slaughtering and draining the blood, two people have to work together to drag the pig into the water to scald the hair, peel off the clean pig hair, and then use a big knife to split the strong bones. Return the pig's head, return the hoof to the hoof, and slowly divide the two ribs and meat in the middle.
The process is not complicated, but very laborious. A sturdy and energetic man can't bear to slaughter so many pigs every day, and it is hard and tiring to exert a lot of energy.
The remaining five scalded pigs were placed in front of He Songbai impressively. He put on a gel coat and long rain boots, and bent down to chop the pigs vigorously. It was more than two hundred kilograms.
Tie Zhu watched with mixed feelings from the side, and his heart was extremely complicated.
He also helped He Songbai with his work, turning pigs for him and holding him up.
After a while, He Songbai chopped all the pigs. The whole person was like being pulled out of the water, the sweat on his forehead could not stop flowing, and his clothes were soaked and clinging to his body.
Tie Zhu whispered: "This job is too tiring, too tiring."
This sentence was heard by the man, and he smiled: "I owe two thousand dollars for the famine, and I came here to work for three years, and I have everything."
"Leave early if you feel tired, life is really tiring." The man said.
He saw that He Songbai had chopped all the pigs well. He was a steadfast man who could endure hardships, and his face had a rare and pleasant look.
Liang Tiezhu couldn't help but glanced, the pig slaughtering master He took off the rubber apron, and he was not wearing a shirt. The two strong chest muscles on his naked chest trembled. He was fat and strong. In comparison, He Songbai Just like skinny chicken.
This made it hard for Tie Zhu to imagine that his brother Bo could beg for nothing if he stayed here.
"Do you work so hard to earn this amount of money, do you have a life?" He persuaded He Songbai even more quietly.
He Songbai took off his clothes and wrung out his sweat, wiped his body, and said indifferently, "I want 30 pounds of pork every day, and I don't want pigs' trotters and pigs' heads."
"It's quite loud."
The man hummed.
"You come at 3:30 tomorrow morning, and after you chop four pigs every day, the goods will be given to you."
"Yes." He Songbai responded without hesitation.
Liang Tiezhu really wanted to tie the person away and beat him violently.
What a rocket ride!
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Zhao Lanxiang only saw He Songbai come back in the afternoon.
Like a wife, she went out to meet him, holding a palm fan in her hand to fan him.
However, as soon as she got close, she smelled a faint smell of blood, and the man's clothes were still stained with blood. Although he deliberately washed it with clean water, there were still imprints on the clothes that could not be washed off.
She was so frightened that she quickly probed his body.
She said angrily and worriedly: "You fought again?"
"Didn't we say we can't fight in the future?"
He Songbai reluctantly stopped the subject from pulling his clothes off and explained, "This is pig blood. It's not mine."
"I'm fine." He raised his hand and handed the woman a string of pork skewered with bamboo strips.
"Pork, pig intestines and pork belly, you can use it to make something to eat."
Zhao Lanxiang took it over, Shen Shen weighs five pounds, how can you eat so much meat in this dog days. But after listening to the man's words, she smiled sweetly.
"My brother Bo is really promising!"
"So much pork...you can eat it for a week. What are you doing today?" She took the pork and asked suspiciously.
Buying a piece of pork should not be stained with so much pig blood. Fortunately, the clothes are not white, or else there will be blood stains hanging in the blue sky and daytime, which would be very scary.
He Songbai said vaguely: "Pork is bought at the pig slaughtering farm. It is cheap. There is meat for sale all day long, and the meat in the store has long been sold out."
As he said that, he took out the money for selling kidney bean cakes, and handed it to the target with a stack of food stamps.
Zhao Lanxiang counted out twenty-five cents and two cents in surprise. After all, it was more than one cent or two cents per pound. She didn't dare to think about such a high price. It is estimated that it is her turn to sell it by herself, and the price will be sixty or seventy cents.
She said, "You're exhausted, hurry into the house and don't bask in the sun here."
He Songbai nodded, he was indeed tired too.
After a day's journey, he chopped five more pigs, and he has to get up at two o'clock tomorrow, so he will take a shower and go to bed right now.
He Songbai found a dark-colored change of clothes, went to the well to carry two buckets of water, and quickly took a bath with cold water. He returned to his room fresh and clean, and fell asleep.
The brilliance of the setting sun poured into his window, and the broken bottle by the window contained fresh daisies, which were newly picked by the subject.
He Songbai smelled the fragrance of the flowers, and fell asleep satisfied and tired.
After Zhao Lanxiang returned to the firewood room to put the pork away, she came back to look at He Songbai. Through the window, she saw the man with a sullen head and a deep sleep, and his slight voice revealed his fatigue.
He only snores when he sleeps when he works hard during the autumn harvest days. The intense labor of ditching has always been a sound sleep. Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help feeling distressed when she heard his breathing. Even when she bought a bicycle, she was not willing to wake him up.
Although she knew that he would be very happy to see the bicycles in the bullpen.
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Zhao Lanxiang went back to the firewood room, cut up the mangoes bought today, and mashed them into mango paste with a spoon. She used these mango pastes to make mango rolls. In order to keep it longer, she rolled the mango out of the pan and fried it until it was crispy. She specially added milk to the mango rolls she made for He Songbai. She bought the milk when she passed by the brigade. It may have been squeezed by Sister He herself. She often milks the cows she takes care of.
However, she is not qualified to drink milk, because this cow belongs to the brigade, and drinking it privately means embezzling collective property. If you want to drink milk, you have to buy it out of your own pocket. She bought a dime, boiled half of it for Grandma to drink, and used the rest to make creamy mango rolls.
She finished frying the mango rolls, and she packed all the leftovers that were not well-fried. She used a cloth bag to put quicklime as a desiccant and put it in an iron box.
She carried the box and went to Jiang Li. Jiang Li smelled the faint mango fragrance and couldn't help but ask, "What, so fragrant?"
Zhao Lanxiang said bluntly: "Don't think about it, I don't have your share, this is for your brother."
Jiang Li took out the letter and showed her: "Is it written like this?"
Zhao Lanxiang glanced quickly.
"Brother: Zhan Xinjia. The mangoes here are ripe. I spent some money to buy you some special mangoes to eat."
Zhao Lanxiang said, "I can't write it like this, so let me change it."
Jiang Li couldn't help being speechless, "If you want to change it, I think it's very successful to write it like this."
Zhao Lanxiang grabbed the pen and quickly wrote a line of words.
"Brother: Zhan Xinjia, the mangoes here are ripe. I spent money to buy some special mangoes for you to eat. They are delicious. Please write back to me after you eat them. If they are delicious, I will consider sending them again. You point, it's very cheap. Also: the money has run out, ask my brother for a living allowance."
After Jiang Li read the letter, her temple couldn't help throbbing.
"Tsk... It's quite similar to imitating."
What is the style of Jiang Li's letter writing? She has opened her letter many times, and Zhao Lanxiang, who has given "material subsidies" on behalf of her brother, is very clear.
Close your eyes can imitate the true and false difficult to distinguish.
The author has something to say: Brother Bo: Please call me Brother Pig in the future