An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

Aunt Zhao wanted to put the things they bought into the backpack, but when she saw that the basket was a little black and dirty, and there was a piece of meat in it, she hesitated.

Thinking of the small backpacks for children in the grocery store, Jing Chunxi didn't let her load them. He pulled Jing Mingyue in and picked out the two smallest ones.

With these annoying little dumplings around, I will have to buy a small backpack sooner or later, so I might as well make them happy today.

Jing Chunxi threw a backpack to each of them, and said bluntly: "Take it. From now on, carry your own things by yourself. Don't always trouble mother."

"Hahaha! That's great, I have a small backpack too.

We won’t buy shells anymore, it’s a waste of money, we’ll go to the beach and pick them up ourselves.”

Little Tuanzi was so happy to get a backpack that he quickly squatted down to pick up his own shells into the backpack, and also threw a few into Qiaoqiao's backpack. His chubby little body was busy and flustered.

Just now, Sister Chuntao asked a question, and these little brothers and sisters said that they picked up the shells on the beach. Since it doesn't cost money, she also wanted to pick them up by herself.

This made Aunt Zhao slap her on the butt again, but she still spun her butt like a top without stopping her hands.

"If you dare to run to the beach by yourself, you will be dead. The sea wolves will catch you." After saying this, Aunt Zhao clapped her hands twice more, not wanting to use any strength at all.

Silang and Sanlang squatted down to help Xiaotuanzi pick up the things, and said to Aunt Zhao: "From now on, we will follow Xiaotuanzi and won't let her get into trouble." Their hearts also flew to the beach.

Lin also squatted down and said to Qiaoqiao, "Qiaoqiao, be obedient. When the weather gets warmer, I'll take you and the young lady to pick them up. I'll make sure we pick the most beautiful ones, but you're not allowed to go by yourself."

Qiaoqiao nodded obediently: "Qiaoqiao won't go, and she won't let Miss Mingzhu go either." She never called Jing Mingzhu "little dumpling", but always called her Miss Mingzhu. Her mother taught her well.

When I got home from the dock, breakfast was already served.

There was hot seafood porridge and two plates of fried salted fish. The old lady had ordered the leftover dishes from last night to be heated up and served, so nothing was wasted.

At this time, Dalang and Erlang rushed in, washed their hands in the courtyard before sitting up, and squeezed together with the old lady and a group of girls.

When Dalang saw the seafood porridge, he lowered his head and took a sip before he could even pick up the chopsticks that Nanny Wang handed him. Luckily, the porridge had been sitting out for a while and was only warm, otherwise he would have been scalded to death.

Dalang looked up and reported, "Grandma, we ordered two pigs."

Erlang smiled happily without saying anything, assuming that this was true, and then continued to fight with the seafood porridge.

Everyone stared at Dalang in confusion, then looked at Erlang, thinking they had heard wrong, but Dalang just smiled.

Erlang sipped a few times before saying, "There's a woman who happened to have three pigs. She wants to sell two of them. But since there are so many people in our family, we have to eat at least one pig from now until the Lantern Festival."

After saying that, he slurped another big mouthful of porridge, took a bite of the salted fish, which was very crispy and fragrant, and then stuffed the whole fish into his mouth and chewed it.

It makes people anxious.

Erlang then imitated his uncle's slow and measured way and said, "It was my idea to buy two." Then he looked at Jing Yongcheng at the next table.

"Grandpa and grandma, you see, we're new here. When we kill the pig, let's not even talk about whether or not we should invite anyone to the slaughterhouse. Shouldn't the village chief give a few pounds of food, and the family across the street also give a hundred pounds? Second uncle's family will definitely be reluctant to kill the pig. If we don't give a little, will the villagers think we're not getting along? If anyone thinks that way, they might come and make trouble later, and that's not okay."

Jing Chunxi's fragrance was undeniable. This second cousin was intelligent. His behavior along the way showed that he was a smart person. Even when there were things to discuss, his grandfather would invite him along. He might not be as good at studying as his third uncle, but he had a clear understanding of things. He had already thought about the ways of the world from the very beginning. With him and his third uncle, there would be no worries about social interactions in the future.

The old lady's face wrinkled with laughter, but she didn't blame them for taking the initiative. She hadn't thought of this, but she just wanted to save a little and give less.

It seems that it would be a good idea to kill two pigs now. If I can't finish the meat, I can make some bacon and sausages like the fishermen here, which will be enough to eat for two or three months.

Nanny Wang had already inquired about it. As long as the people here were not too poor, they had the custom of slaughtering the New Year pig during the Spring Festival.

Wealthier and more lavish families would slaughter one pig; sometimes several families would join together to slaughter one. When making bacon and sausages, a bunch of them would be taken out to sea; a pig would be enough to feed everyone for half a year.

So since they had just arrived and there were so many people in their family, killing two pigs wouldn't be too conspicuous, but no more.

The old lady originally had such a plan. She thought that they couldn't just eat pork, so she bought more chickens and ducks and raised some after the New Year. In the future, she could eat chickens, ducks, and rabbits behind closed doors without anyone watching.

"When will the pigs be brought in?" Jing Yongcheng was concerned about when he could slaughter the pigs.

Erlang: "We just arrived here and haven't prepared anything yet. We don't even have a basin to hold the pig's blood, and we can't kill it right away. We just paid a deposit and asked them to deliver it in ten days."

Today is December 16th, and ten days later it will be the 26th of the twelfth lunar month. This is the perfect time to slaughter pigs. They all asked, and people in the village slaughter pigs on those days.

Dalang added, "The woman even asked if we could help her find a butcher. She said she'd kill the pig for free, but she wanted the blood and the offal."

"Why do we need a butcher? Can't we kill two pigs?" Grandpa Xiaobei was having breakfast at the table in the patio. When he heard Dalang say that, he immediately interrupted him. His two little eyes, which had been smiling at Qiaoqiao, were now wide open, with an expression of strong disapproval.

Jing Yongcheng smiled and said, "That's right. We used to talk about going to the military camp for training! How can we kill the enemy if we can't even kill two pigs? Isn't it just a matter of opening the stomach and draining the blood? Grandfather and your grandfather Xiaobei, as well as two guards, are here to kill the pigs.

Dalang, you wouldn't dare, would you? "

In the past, soldiers would slaughter pigs and sheep together during the New Year in the north, and they didn’t think it was a big deal at all.

Xiaobei: "This way we can stuff pig blood sausage, make a pot of bone porridge, and add two sets of offal, which is enough for a dinner. Nothing will be wasted except the pig hair."

Dalang was also inspired by his grandfather's insults and said, "Then I will be responsible for shaving."

Others also agreed, some said to wash the intestines, some said to remove the pig's head, and even the groom said that he would learn how to fry taro and make braised pork next time, saying that eating braised pork with taro is a main dish for people in Lingnan during the New Year.

Once the commotion starts, no one thinks a butcher is needed to slaughter pigs. The New Year is celebrated only when the whole family gets together and has a lively time. Otherwise, there is no New Year atmosphere at all.

PS: There is a lot to do as it is near the end of the year.

I just went to the social security center to solve my social security problem.

Still updated three chapters.