Bai Fumei in the ’70s

38 Chapter 038

As soon as I entered the door, there was a thick bloody smell, and the thick black blood was condensed on the ground. Two peasant women were rubbing their waists and washing the floor with a bucket.

He Songbai walked in, and almost everyone stopped and looked at him in horror.

He Songbai quickly said a secret sign, and the man with a pig muzzle who was lifting a machete was relieved and scolded: "Shunzi a few so unreliable, let people in."

"Who are you?"

His tone was terrible, because he was so terrified just now that he almost couldn't even hold the knife straight and cut it in his hand.

The slaughterhouse is still tightly controlled. All levels are guarded. From the top of the mountain to the end of the mountain, there are only three or four pigs slaughtered, and there are dozens of people looking at the wind.In addition, there are few people here, there are almost no strangers involved, and today a stranger came in.

When Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, Shunzi raised his head to the door and whispered, "This is our brother Zhang's friend. Master He, you have a face."

He Songbai asked: "Is Brother Zhang here? I'll come to discuss his livelihood with him."

He took out the cigarette sticked around his waist and handed it to the strong man. The cigarette is from the Chinese brand, and it is very expensive.

The man confiscated and pushed away. He frowned and said unhappy, "What do you mean?"

He Songbai reported his name: "I am He's second child."

Seeing that he took the initiative to report the name, the man's face was less rusty.He took the cigarette and said reluctantly: "Brother Zhang is not here today and went out to'fish for water'. Now it's up to me to control it, and what I say is the same."

A sip of water is a great unity, and fishing for water means making money.

The man said contemptuously: "Why do you want to come here to survive?"

He took a look at He Songbai's body, which was more than high and not strong enough. Looking at his appearance, he might not be able to bear the work.

He put the machete in his hand into He Songbai's hand, "There is no shortage of people here, we are missing a pig splitter. See you, there are five pigs that have not been split, you divide them. , The bones return to the flesh."

The man took the opportunity to stretch his waist, his muscles and bones made a rattling sound, "I have split four, and I'm tired. You have to do it. If you can't do it, leave, and we don't want any more people here."

He Songbai Lisuo said: "Of course."

He paused and asked humbly: "Why'bone returns to the bone and flesh returns to the flesh', you gave me a head to learn from it?"

The man demonstrated it again, chopped a whole pig, and handed the sticky and dirty knife to He Songbai. "Chop it, I'll go over there."

Slaughtering a pig is a hard job. After slaughtering and bleeding, two people dragged the pig together to scald the hair, peel off the clean pig hair and then use a large knife to split it. The knife fell off the strong bones and separated. Two hundred pounds of pigs were divided into two. Return to the pig's head, return to the hoof, the middle two ribs and meat slowly divide.

The process is not complicated, but it is very laborious.A strong and energetic man can't bear to slaughter so many pigs every day.

The remaining five scalded pigs were placed in front of He Songbai. He put on a rubber gown, put on long rain boots, and bent down to pry the pig hard.More than two hundred pounds, he moved and turned over alone, the knife fell and the bones were scattered, even if wearing protective clothing, pig blood splashed on him, and his hands were covered with stains. It was almost impossible to recognize its original appearance.

Tie Zhu had mixed flavors beside him, and his heart was extremely complicated.

He also helped He Songbai to work, turning the pig over for him and holding him down.

It took a while for He Songbai to split the pigs.The whole person was like being pulled out of the water. The sweat on the forehead ran down, and the clothes were soaked and pressed against the body.

Tie Zhu whispered: "This job is too tired, too tired."

This man was heard by the man, and he smiled: "Lao Tzu owed two thousand famines back then. He came here and worked for three years. Everything was there."

"It's too tiring to leave early, and it's really tiring to work," the man said.

He saw that He Songbai had chopped all the pigs. He was a hard-working and hard-working man with a rare and pleasant look on his face.

Liang Tiezhu could not help but glance at him. Master He, who slaughtered the pig, took off his rubber apron, without a coat inside, and the two sturdy pectoral muscles on his naked chest trembled. He was fat and strong, compared with He Songbai. It's like a skinny chicken.

This made it difficult for Tie Zhu to imagine that he could stay out of his place if he stayed here.

"I'm exhausted to earn this money. Is there a life to enjoy?" He urged Song Bai even more quietly.

He Songbai took off his clothes, squeezed his sweat, wiped his body, and said indifferently: "I want thirty kilograms of pork every day.

"It's a big tone."

The man hummed.

"You will come at 3:30 tomorrow morning, and after four pigs are chopped every day, the goods will be given to you."

"Success." He Songbai responded without hesitation.

Liang Tiezhu really wanted to tie people away and beat him up.

What a rocket!

...

Zhao Lanxiang saw He Songbai back in the afternoon.

Like a wife, she went out to meet him, holding a fan in her hand, to fan him.

But as soon as she got close, she smelled a faint bloody smell, and the man's clothes were still stained with blood.Although he deliberately washed it with clean water, there were still marks on his clothes that could not be washed away.

She was terrified and quickly touched his body.

She said angrily and sadly: "Are you fighting again?"

"Isn't that all right, can't you fight in the future?"

He Songbai reluctantly stopped the subject from pulling away his clothes, explaining: "This is pig blood. Not mine."

"I'm fine." He raised his hand and gave the woman a string of pork skewers.

"Pork pork intestines and pork belly, you look at it to make something to eat."

Zhao Lanxiang took it. The heavy feet weighed five pounds. Where did you eat so much meat?But after listening to the man, she smiled sweetly.

"My brother Bo is really promising!"

"So much pork... I can eat for a week. What are you doing today?" she asked suspiciously after taking the pork.

Buying a pork doesn't mean you get so much pig blood. Fortunately, you don't wear white clothes. Otherwise, there will be a lot of blood stains hanging in the blue sky.

He Songbai said vaguely: "Pork was bought at the slaughterhouse. It was cheap. The meat was sold throughout the day, and the meat in the store was already sold out."

He said that he took out the money for selling kidney bean cake and gave it to the subject with a stack of food stamps.

Zhao Lanxiang counted 25 pieces of two hairs in amazement.She dare not think of such a high price.It is estimated that it was her turn to sell it for another sixty-seven cents.

She said: "You are exhausted, hurry into the house and stop basking here."

He Songbai nodded, and he was indeed tired.

After a day of rushing, five more pigs were hacked. Tomorrow he had to get up at two o'clock. He would take a bath and sleep now.

He Songbai found a dark color to change clothes, brought two buckets of water to the well, and quickly took a shower in the cold water. He returned to the room cleanly and cleanly, and fell asleep.

The light of the setting sun spattered into his window, and the broken bottle by the window was filled with fresh little daisies, which were newly picked by the subject, and at the moment was dewdrops exuding a slight fragrance.

He Songbai smelled the fragrance of the flower, and fell into a dream with satisfaction and exhaustion.

After Zhao Lanxiang returned to Chaifang to put the pork away, she came back to see He Songbai. Through the window, she saw the man with a sleepy head, and the slight cry revealed his fatigue.

He only snored when he went to work hard in the autumn harvest.The intensity of the trench work has always been a good sleep.Zhao Lanxiang listened to his breathing and couldn't help feeling hurt.Even when she bought a bicycle, she didn't want to wake him up.

Although she knew that he would be very happy to see the bicycle in the bullpen.

...

Zhao Lanxiang returned to the log house, cut the mangoes she bought today, and pounded them into mango jam. She used these mango jams to make mango rolls.In order to keep it longer, she rolled the mango off the frypot and fried it crispy.She added milk to the mango roll made for He Songbai. She bought the milk by the way when she passed by the brigade. It may have been squeezed by Sister He. She often milked the cows she cared for.

But she is not qualified to drink milk, because this cow belongs to the brigade, drinking privately is to embezzle collective property.If you want to drink milk, you have to buy it out of your own pocket.She bought a dime, half boiled for grandma, and the rest was used to make creamy mango rolls.

She finished frying mango rolls, and she packed all the leftovers that were not well fried, packed quick lime as a desiccant in a cloth bag, and packed it in an iron box.

She carried the box to Jiang Li. Jiang Li smelled a faint mango fragrance and couldn't help but ask, "What's so fragrant?"

Zhao Lanxiang said politely: "Don't think about it, this is for your brother without your share."

Jiang Li took out the letter and gave her a look: "Is this done?"

Zhao Lanxiang glanced quickly.

"Brother: Zhanxinjia. The mangoes here are ripe. I spent a little money to buy you some mango specialties."

Zhao Lanxiang said: "It is not possible to write like this, let me change it."

Jiang Li couldn't help but be speechless, "I want to change you to change, I think writing this way is very successful."

Zhao Lanxiang grabbed the pen and quickly wrote a line.

"Brother: Zhanxinjia, the mangoes here are ripe. I spent some money to buy you some mango specialties. They are delicious. Please write back to me after eating. If they are delicious, I will consider sending them again. You are a little cheap. In addition: the money has run out and I ask my brother to give living allowances."

After Jiang Li read the letter, the temple couldn't help but painfully.

"Huh... It's quite like imitating."

Jiang Li wrote a letter in a style, and she opened her letter many times, and Zhao Lanxiang, who subsidized her "subsidy for materials", was very clear.

It's hard to tell whether it's true or false with eyes closed.

The author has something to say: Brother Bo: Please call me to slaughter the pig in the future