Sixty hot wives have space

After Du Ruo had finished speaking, the old branch secretary asked the strong laborers in the village to carry a pig to the gate of the hot strip factory.

The pig was tied up by its limbs and hung on a wooden stick with a thick wrist. It was carried by a few young men in the village. Really sharpen your butcher's knife!

The hot water has been boiled on one side, and the villagers regardless of men, women, old and young are gathered around to watch the fun.

Everyone's face was filled with smiles, and their eyes were full of light and hope.

Especially during this period of time, they can eat enough every day, and the faces of the villagers have improved a lot. They no longer look like half-dead skeletons before, but have a little human appearance.

If you can eat enough, you will have strength, and with strength, your energy will be completely different from the previous depression.

Looking at the smiling faces in front of him, Du Ruo smiled knowingly and moved over.

The pigs were pinned to death on a makeshift slaughter rack by several young men from the village, and the pig killer approached step by step with a butcher's knife.

As if sensing his imminent fate, the black pig opened its mouth wide and let out a series of shrill and shrill cries.

Some children had already covered their eyes in fear, but after covering them for a while, because of curiosity, they quietly peeked out with their fingers.

The older children were not only not afraid, but also clapped their hands and applauded, looking at the pig killer enviously, wishing they could try it themselves.

The pig butcher walked up to the black pig with a knife in his hand, and carefully searched the pig's main artery. There were already villagers around him who had prepared basins for the pig's blood.

Pig blood is a good thing and should not be wasted.

The pig butcher finally found the pig's main artery, and then stabbed it neatly into the black pig's body, moving quickly and ruthlessly, cutting off the black pig's main artery.

"Squeak~"

The black pig's mournful cry became more and more sharp, and its whole body was shaking and struggling desperately. Several young men were talking and laughing, and exerted force in their hands, pressing down on the black pig to prevent it from moving.

The bright red blood sprayed out and fell into the basin in the ground.

When the blood of the black pig is almost drained, the black pig will almost breathe out more and breathe in less, damn it!
After the black pig died, the butcher poured hot water on the black pig with a wooden spoon, and then shaved off the hair on the black pig with a scraper.

The pig hair is shaved, the internal organs are removed, and the pork is cut into large pieces, and the black pig is finished.

After killing the black pig, the next step is to cook the cauldron.

The slaughter rack was removed, and some villagers cleaned the ground, brought over several large pots that had been prepared earlier, and built several simple stoves with turning heads
The old party secretary selected a few aunts in the village who are very good at cooking. They are holding kitchen knives and cutting pork into thin slices. The hands are steady, the knives are fast, and the meat slices are evenly sliced ​​and arranged neatly.

There are also some little girls and older daughter-in-laws who are washing vegetables, and the side dishes they prepare are vermicelli, cabbage and tofu.

Wash vermicelli, shred cabbage, and cut tofu into cubes.

After the meat is cut, the pot is heated until there is no water, and there is no need to put oil, just put the fat slices of black pig in, and after a while, the strong smell of lard will permeate the air.

The adults could still restrain themselves, and the children shook their little noses vigorously, smelling the smell in the air with a happy face.

Boil the lard, put the minced green onion, ginger and garlic in and out, with a sound of "stab", the lard burst, and after a while, the smell of the minced green onion, ginger and garlic was stimulated by the lard, producing a strange aroma, which made the People can't help drooling just by smelling it.

Then pour the meat slices in and stir fry, spray some vinegar, pour some soy sauce to taste, wait until the meat is almost cooked, stir fry the cabbage for a few times, add water and start to stew
When the stew is almost done, put the tofu and vermicelli in, and continue to stew for a while.

All the men, women and children of the village gathered in front of the hot strip factory. Taking advantage of the time when the dishes were not yet cooked, men and women gathered with acquaintances to chat and laugh.

The children were chasing and playing, their laughter was clear and sweet.

Aunt Guo led a few young daughters-in-law to heat up the yellow rice buns that had been prepared earlier, put them into baskets, and carried them over.

The aunt who was waiting for the cooking shouted, "The food is ready!"

The whole village cheered as if they were celebrating the new year, took out the bowls and chopsticks they had prepared a long time ago, and started cooking.

The villagers recommended the old party secretary to be the first to cook vegetables.

The old party secretary smiled and didn't refuse, holding his own big porcelain bowl, he was the first in line to order food.

Seeing the old branch secretary, the aunt who waited for vegetables smiled and took a large spoon. She picked out the place with meat and scooped up two full spoonfuls of vegetables for the old branch secretary. The big pork slices in it were at least half a bowl.

When the villagers saw it, they were all happy, thinking that the old party secretary deserved it.

After finishing the dishes, the old party secretary went to get two more corn buns, and then squatted in the corner, holding the bowl vigorously with his left thumb, index finger and middle finger, holding the corn buns in the palm of his hand, and holding a pair of bamboo chopsticks in his right hand.

Take a bite of Wowotou, take a piece of food with chopsticks and put it in your mouth.

The fragrant pig-killing dish is even more oily when eaten, making people feel satisfied.

Seeing Du Ruo, the aunt who ordered vegetables also picked up a place with meat for Du Ruo, and scooped up two big spoonfuls of vegetables for her.

He also said, "Du Zhiqing, you are young, you don't have enough food, if you fight again, you need to eat more."

Du Ruo thanked with a smile, "Okay!"

Du Ruo was carrying a bowl of butchered vegetables and two wowotou in his hands, and found a secluded place, squatting on the ground to eat.

When you come to Niujiawan, you don’t know how to squat to eat. What kind of farmer are you?
They have come to be farmers, and they are still putting on airs, how can they get along with the common people?
After Du Ruo had eaten for a while, there were people around him, all of whom were educated youths, young girls and eldest daughters-in-law who had a good relationship with Du Ruo in the village.

Du Ruo was eating when he suddenly heard a noise coming from the front.

Du Ruo looked up, and saw the noise coming from the place where the vegetables were being harvested.

Zhang Nana looked over there curiously while chewing, "What's the matter? What happened?"

Li Qiuju swallowed the food in her mouth with a puzzled expression on her face, "I don't know!"

Zhou Zhen slowly put a piece of fat into his mouth, chewing with satisfaction, "It seems that there was an argument."

Xu Wei stood up with the bowl in hand, stood on tiptoes and looked at the noisy place, "It seems to be."

Du Ruo put the bowl and chopsticks on the ground, stood up and walked over.

At this time, many people gathered around to watch the fun.

Seeing Du Ruo coming, they all made way for her.

Du Ruo went to the front and saw that Bai Chunliu was hugging her daughter Miao Miao and staring at a mean-looking woman with red eyes.

This woman has gray hair, a thin figure, and a pair of inverted triangular eyes that are mean and fierce.

This is Bai Chunliu's mother-in-law, Hu Dani, and everyone in the village calls her "Lady Hu." '

Du Ruo took a closer look, the left half of Bai Chunliu's face was red, and he could still see a slap print when he looked closely, was he beaten?

And Miao Miao, who was being held in Bai Chunliu's arms, was sobbing silently at this moment. She was crying so hard, but she didn't dare to make a sound, and looked at Mrs. Hu with eyes full of fear and fright.

"You loser, if you hadn't entered my house, why would my son die?"

"My son is not yet 20 years old, you bloody vixen, you pay for my son's life!"

Bai Chunliu had heard this kind of talk a lot. In the past, Mrs. Hu scolded her, and she felt sad for her husband's death, so she didn't say a word, and let Mrs. Hu beat and scold her.

But today.
Bai Chunliu thought of what Du Ruo said that day, she said: her husband's death was not her fault.

People who say she is a vixen or a broom star are all feudal superstitions and cannot be trusted!
Therefore, Bai Chunliu boldly defended himself, "I am right, Yingjie's death has nothing to do with me."

Once a word is uttered, the next words will become smoother.

"Yingjie got sick, and I was also very sad. I took care of him day and night, saw a doctor and made medicine for him. I did everything I could, but he was still... gone."

"He didn't get sick because he got sick. I didn't kill him. Don't spit blood."

Mrs. Hu and all the villagers looked at Bai Chunliu in astonishment, staring at her as if they couldn't believe it!
how come?
This woman has learned to resist?
Didn't she never fight back when hit or cursed before?

What's going on here?
Do you think that if you enter the hot strip factory, you will lose your temper?
Mrs. Hu was stunned for a while, and when she came to her senses, her face was livid with anger, and she pointed at Bai Chunliu, cursing with trembling lips:

"You shameless vixen, you still dare to talk to me?"

"My son used to be fine. Not long after you entered the house, he was so sick that he couldn't get out of bed. It must be because you shamelessly pestered him to do that all day long that he got sick!"

I am!

Everyone exploded with a 'boom'.

Everyone gasped and looked at Mrs. Hu in disbelief. Mrs. Hu dared to speak too much.

Bai Chunliu's head buzzed even more, and he was completely dumbfounded!

After entering the door, it was obvious that her husband was pestering her all day, so how could it be her fault?
Ever since her husband got sick, he still wanted to do that, but she refused on the grounds of recuperation. How could it be her fault again?

Could it be that she was really wrong?
On the one hand, the villagers were amazed at the boldness of Mrs. Hu's words, on the other hand, they felt deep contempt for Bai Chunliu, and looked at Bai Chunliu with disdain and mockery in their eyes.

Looking at Bai Chunliu's eyes, it was like looking at something dirty.

It seems that looking at Bai Chunliu more is a blasphemy against them!

Facing everyone's contemptuous gazes, Bai Chunliu felt it was difficult to breathe at this moment, as if a heavy boulder suddenly weighed on her heart, making her breathless.

Her tears flowed uncontrollably down her cheeks;

Her body began to become stiff, her lips trembled, and she couldn't even utter a complete sentence at this moment.

She... She was told by her mother-in-law in front of the whole village that she was pestering her husband and doing that kind of thing.

Then wouldn't she really become a slut and a vixen in the eyes of the village name?

No, she's not that kind of person!

She is obviously not!
no!no!no!

At this moment, Bai Chunliu wanted to cry, to yell, to tell everyone: She never did it!

She is not a vixen!

But she seemed to be choked by someone, unable to speak a word.

The malice towards her from the people around her seemed to be solidified at this moment.

Negative emotions such as contempt, contempt, ridicule, abuse, etc., seemed to be woven into a big net, covering her overwhelmingly and trapping her in it.

Who. Who will save her?
Who will save her?
Who can come and save her?

"Don't be afraid!"

Suddenly a warm hand tightly held Bai Chunliu's trembling and cold hand.

This hand was warm, smooth, and white, like a work of art carefully crafted by people, and it was shockingly beautiful.

At this time, the owner of this hand was holding her hand tightly, as if to pass on power to her, let her calm down slowly, and her body gradually regained consciousness
Bai Chunliu raised his head, staring blankly at Du Ruo with big misty eyes.

Du Ruo gave her a warm smile, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here!"

"I am the factory manager, and you are my employee. With me here, no one can bully you today!"