Rebirth in 80, starting with hunting in the Greater Khingan Mountains

Jiang He had to take off his cotton coat and give it to Chun Yu first.

After entering the village, Liu Er rushed over with the broken gun in his hand and said to Jiang He seriously, "I'm not useless!"

"What? Who said you were useless?"

Liu Er became excited: "I didn't run away. I even faced the tiger head-on. I'm not dead yet, so I can't be considered useless!"

"Yeah, big brother, you're definitely not useless. You were attacked by a tiger and nothing happened. You can brag about it for the rest of your life."

Jiang He was really not being polite. This was probably equivalent to an unknown person in the martial arts world taking a full-strength attack from the old Zhang Sanfeng and escaping unscathed, and immediately being promoted to a top-notch master in the martial arts world.

Chunyu curled her lips in disdain: "Come on, if I hadn't caught up with you and chopped you with that axe, the tiger would have ripped your heart out."

Liu Er felt so wronged when facing Chunyu who was trying to sabotage him.

After all, I am a well-known gangster in Dahe Town. Can't you give me some face?

If anyone else dared to talk to him like that, Liu Er would definitely get angry and slap them in the face.

But this is Chunyu, a Chunyu who dares to fight the tiger head-on with an axe. Liu Er really doesn't dare to turn against him, for he is afraid that Chunyu will chop him with an axe.

So, Liu Er could only bear the grievance.

"You, you pinched my butt, and you still say that to me? Do you have a conscience?"

"If you want me to touch you a few more times, I'll say you rode on a tiger and punched it twice. How about that?"

Liu Er hesitated for a moment and then nodded in agreement. Chunyu happily reached out to touch it.

Don’t think that Liu Er is taking advantage of you. The hands of young girls and wives are soft and smooth, and they make you feel numb when they touch you.

Chunyu's big hands were rough. He grabbed his buttocks and squeezed them hard with gritted teeth.

Liu Er couldn't help but groan miserably and cried out in pain with a trembling voice.

Jiang He couldn't help but think of the first time he was with Miao Xiaoyu. She also groaned miserably, hugging her neck and crying in pain.

Jiang He shuddered. The situation seemed to be getting more and more wrong. The whole world seemed to be shaking, and his worldview was shattered.

They can even shatter the values ​​of a scumbag like Brother Dajiang, so they are quite capable.

Jiang He went up and slapped Chun Yu in the face.

Chunyu reluctantly withdrew his hand, shook it off and said, "Did you wet your pants?"

"No, I just couldn't control it, so I squeezed out a little bit!" Liu Er said, looking at Jiang He: "Dajiang, this is normal, right?"

Jiang He really didn't laugh at him.

If anyone were to be pressed on the chest by a tiger, with its mouth less than three centimeters away from the neck, they would surely pee.

Chunyu snorted: "I can't!"

Jiang He and Liu Er said in unison: "No one said anything about you!"

Chunyu felt wronged and isolated. Her brother had a new love and had forgotten about her old love.

But Chunyu has both new and old loves, which makes Jianghe feel fed up.

Even if I want to play with a man, he has to be a fair-skinned, skinny little wolfdog like a piece of paper.

With Liu Er's big face, thick body and hairy beard, who the hell would dare to escape him?

When we arrived at Miao Xiaoyu's house, Miao Xiaodi had already been buried. Helping with funerals is not free, so we have to provide a meal no matter what.

At this time, the young and strong men were working in the mountains, and the only ones left were the old Jibaden who could not do any heavy work. He was smoking, drinking tea and reminiscing about the past at home.

Several old ladies were cooking in the outer room. Jiang He took a look and saw only cabbage, tofu and radish, but not even a hint of oil.

This won't work.

Brother Miao died, and I was already giving face to my wife by not seeing him off in person.

Now that he's dead, he's trying to save face for the living by eating this. Where can I put my face, Brother Dajiang?

My brother Dajiang’s woman must appear respectable when she returns to her parents’ home.

Jiang He took out more than fifty yuan from his pocket and asked Liu Er to give him a few dozen more. Chunyu still had some money in her pocket, but she was still grumbling and didn't want to give it to him, as she wanted to keep the money for Zhang Qiaoyan.

Jiang He snatched it away, collected more than a hundred yuan and gave it to the team leader's wife, saying, "Go to the production team and pick out a pig weighing about 200 pounds. We'll slaughter it today."

Nowadays, if you pay money to buy and slaughter a pig, you are definitely the richest of the rich and the worst of the spendthrifts.

A group of people were shouting "Oh my God!" and praising the Miao family's son-in-law for being so rich. Even Miao's mother's eyes lit up.

But when I think about it, my son is dead, what’s the use of having so much money?

Jiang He waved his hand and said, "You haven't reached menopause yet, so just have another child." As soon as he said this, Miao's mother almost came up and started arguing with Jiang He.

Jiang He snorted and said, "Next time I will bring Old Mrs. Chen with me so you can have enough fun fighting each other."

Now, when they heard that they were going to slaughter pigs, these old Kibadengs who could not do any heavy work became excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

Just look at how nimble their legs are, it doesn't look like they can't do heavy work. They can even kill a tiger.

In the production team's pigpen, they picked out a pig weighing about 200 pounds. A group of people drove the pig away while cursing the team leader for being stingy, saying that they had picked out such a small pig for just over 100 yuan.

The captain was so angry that he cursed and said, "If you want to eat pork, go raise it yourself."

The captain said it unintentionally, but the listeners took it seriously. Several old women came over and asked, "Can we raise pigs by ourselves?"

The mountains on the Greater Khingan Range side are too high and the roads are too long, so the wind and rain cannot get in. In the early years, there was no such thing as whether to cut off the tail or not, and no one cared if you raised a few chickens and ducks at home.

But pigs are large animals, and it would be a real pity if they were taken away by some storm.

The captain grunted twice but said nothing.

It is hard to tell which way the wind is blowing now. They say there has been reform and opening up, but looking here and there, it seems to be no different from before.

However, tacit consent is enough. These old ladies are thinking about building a pigpen after the New Year and catching a few piglets. The meat can be sold for money, and the leftovers can also help them have a prosperous New Year.

Throughout the 1980s and 1990s, there was no money to be made in the countryside all year round. Only at the end of the year could the old man earn a few dollars by selling traps in the mountains, and only a few pigs would be left after raising them for a year.

No matter how much you have, you will start to have some extra money.

It was very lively at Lao Miao's house. A pig weighing about 200 pounds was placed on the chopping board. Amid the pig's long and shrill screams, the men gathered around the pig and the women gathered around the stove.

Chunyu was an exception. He held a sharp knife in his mouth, pulled the pig's clothes, exposed one arm, tied the cotton coat around his waist, and kicked it with his big feet, making the pig unable to move.

As soon as a copper basin was brought over, Chunyu stabbed the pig's neck with a knife.

The pig squealed even louder, and as the blood gurgled into the basin, the squeals became weaker and weaker, and then there was no movement.

The blood of the pig killed at home is drained cleanly, so there is no need to rush to open the belly, and the pig will not stink for a while.

Pour the boiled hot water on the pig, use a scraper and a knife to shave off the pig hair, and the pig will become a clean white pig.

As soon as the pig's chest was opened, the internal organs were pulled out. First, the bladder was cut off, then it was blown up and thrown to the kids to kick around like a ball.

The pork is cut into large pieces and thrown directly into the twelve-seal pot to be stewed.

Pour out the pig intestines and wash them clean first.

For people in Northeast China, slaughtering a pig is incomplete without stuffing it with blood sausage.

The pig's blood should be stirred vigorously with chopsticks first to stir out the blood and tendons inside. Then put it in a big pot and cook it. It tastes good even if it is cooked by the pound.

Add pepper powder, chopped green onion and ginger, and chopped fat meat to the pig blood, then use a funnel to pour it into the small intestine, then put it into a large pot to cook. You have to prick it with a needle from time to time to prevent it from bloating and leaking.

In the yard of Lao Miao's house, there was a strong aroma of pork and a hint of pig smell, as well as bursts of laughter.

I knew that someone had died and was entertaining guests.

If I didn’t know, I would have thought he was getting married.

An old man, holding a pipe, was unloading pieces of meat and saying, "After what that bastard Xiao Jiang did, who can afford to lose someone in the future?"

"Isn't this just driving up the price of a dead person?"

"Let's go, Lakiba! We're just like that. We can just kick our legs, close our eyes, and not care about you!"