The rest of the world [farming]

Ao Zhen looked at the blooming flowers, and said regretfully: "It's a pity that we have to kill pigs here. Come here, just put the stool like this."

After setting up the stools, the two went to the barn to get a big thick stick and hemp rope, and then drove the selected pigs along the tunnel.

When she got there, Ao Zhen asked the two to push the pig down, and she tied the pig's front and rear hooves with hemp rope, and finally tied them together.

Then use a big thick stick to lift the pig onto the stool.Then the hoarse cry of the pig filled the entire greenhouse.

Ao Mu felt panicked, and took a look at Yang Wu with the dagger in his hand. Yang Wu opened his hands and pretended to cover his eyes: "Do it."

Ao Mu glanced at Ao Zhen again, and Ao Zhen nodded to him.Ao Mu weighed the knife in his hand, went over and stretched out his hand to cut it down.

The rest is basically how Ao Zhen directs how to deal with such a pig.Ao Mu has rich experience in dissection, but this pig is too big, bigger than an adult, and it is unavoidable to feel sick after seeing too much. It took more than an hour to disassemble the whole pig.Ao Mu asked Yang Wu to cut the divided meat evenly into pieces and freeze it in the barn. Ao Zhen started to deal with the internal organs, especially the intestines, and cleaned everything inside.Not to mention Yang Wu, Ao Mu felt like vomiting just looking at it.

Finally, Ao Zhen saw that his job was almost done, so she gave him a stick and told him to stir up the pig's blood so that the blood wouldn't coagulate. The blood was to be kept for making blood sausage.

After working for another hour, the pigs were almost cleaned up.Ao Mu looked at the pig's lungs with some anxiety.Pork lungs taste delicious when fried, but they are labor-intensive and wasteful to clean. You need to pour water into the lung tubes to wash out the blood bit by bit until the lungs turn light pink.It wasn't called anything before, but now I can't bear to part with those waters.

Of course, when it comes to eating pig lungs, each family has their own way of eating. Basically, restaurants and most people don’t clean them very well.It is easy to tell whether it is clean or not.If the finished product of this fried pork lung is white, it means it has been washed clean; if the finished product is black, it means there is still a lot of blood in it.It depends on personal preference and cleanliness.At least in Ao Zhen's eyes, she couldn't see that she was not clean.

Everything else has been cleaned up, the internal organs can basically be put into a pot and marinated with spices, the lungs have not been cleaned up for a long time.After hearing what Ao Zhen said, Ao Mu decided, "Let's give it to someone else. I guess the food in the village is as clean as ours. The village chief will be here in two days, so we can just ask the village chief to take it back."

Thinking about it this way is also true.Ao Zhen nodded, and said: "If that's the case, let's send some out. It happens that we don't like to eat fatty meat, so we cut out the fat ones, and the boys who often send oxygen will share a small piece each." .There is also the Changsheng family. We haven’t seen them since the poisonous gas. Let’s send some there too. In our village, there is only one surnamed Ao left, so we won’t let anyone in for the time being.”

So it's decided.The family members are not very good at eating fatty meat. Both Ao Mu and Yang Wu have been used to eating lean meat for a long time. The Ao Ling sisters can eat two bites, but not much.

Only those who have not eaten meat for a long time will regard fatty meat as a treasure.For those who are not short of meat, they must eat lean meat.

Although the villagers say that the canned food provided by the government is not short of oil and water, but this kind of fresh meat is also a rare thing, so no one picks fat or thin.

After a whole afternoon of killing pigs, Ao Ling found a bag of sauerkraut in the refrigerator, took it out, and made fat and thin boiled white meat with pork belly.There are two types of blood sausage, one with only salt and nothing added, and one with all kinds of onion, ginger and garlic, depending on what you like.After the blood sausage is cooked, cut it open and throw it into the boiled white meat to cook. When the pot is boiled, the aroma fills the whole room.

The pig-killing dishes were set up on the table, and Ao Ling and Wu Lili couldn't help but wait in front of the table. It was the first time for Yang Wu to eat this kind of pig-killing dishes, and he had only seen them online.Most of the Northeast dishes are relatively rough and simple, and they pay attention to the stimulation of taste buds, which makes them enjoyable to eat.It may not be used to people who are used to exquisite and slow tasting, but as long as the cook is not too bad, anyone who has tasted it will find it delicious.

"Are you still drinking?" When they got to the dinner table, Ao Mu first asked Yang Wu.

Yang Wu's fingers froze, the events of that night gradually came to light, and the two of them wore high-necked clothes for the next few days.But Ao Mu made such a provocation, and Yang Wu didn't want to be defeated.

He retorted and said, "Then if you can stand it, I'll drink it."

Ever since he knew the correct way to use Yang Wu's alcohol, Ao Mu really looked forward to Yang Wu's drunkenness.

But no one knows better than the doctor Ao Mu that drinking can hurt the body.At the dinner table, Ao Ling could close two glasses, but Ao Mu only gave Yang Wu a small glass of beer, and there was no more sip.

It is also rare for the family to eat fresh pork, and this meal is almost in time for the New Year's Eve dinner.Most of the good meat is still kept, and we have to wait until the Chinese New Year to eat it.

After eating, Ao Mu took the pig lungs and more than a catty of pork, first went to the village chief's house to save the pig lungs for Tuesday, and then went to Ao Changsheng's house to put the pork at the gate to prevent the second For the door, fill it with some paper and squeeze as much air as you can without letting any excess air in.Push it back, then knock on the door.

At this time, the five members of Ao Changsheng's family were having fun playing mahjong together to pass the time, and the grandson was imitating adults to play poker with poker.Hearing a knock on the door, Shen Yuhe stood up, discussed with her mother-in-law and went to the door to have a look.

Then squatted down to check the box, and saw something wrapped in a black plastic bag inside.When it was opened, it was fresh pork.Next to it is a note written by Ao Mu: "The pig that was killed today, Ao Mu."

On the way home, Ao Mu continued to watch the fog in the sky.No matter how many times it rains and snows, the thick fog in the sky still has no trace of dissipating.He is probably the freest person in the whole village, and he can come out to have a look at any time.

But this freedom is nothing special to Ao Mu.This freedom also comes with chains.

Ao Mu can somewhat understand what it feels like to be locked up in a prison in the last century and never see the light of day.I have never experienced it myself, and those cruel and desperate deeds are just a line in the history books.

Now people all over the world are locked in this huge cage.

When can we really come out?

Ao Mu wanted to go to the village school and county school to have a look.In his adolescence, he walked too hastily and was too depressed.Now, he especially wants to revisit his old place.

I'm afraid there will be no chance in the future.

I don't know if there are still two suns in the sky now.

On Lunar New Year's Eve, Junka came to the village again and brought in a large amount of supplies. This time, there were not only freshly wrapped dumplings, but also a bottle of white wine in every household.Meat is not considered a luxury right now, but wine is definitely a rare thing.

Ao Mu's place has two more bottles than ordinary people's. Ao Mu just took a look at it and put it in the corner without moving.Now the only baijiu I drink at home is the original bottle of Moutai, and it hasn't bottomed out yet.It's not that I don't want to drink it, it's just that I don't like drinking white too much.

In a blink of an eye, it is the day of the New Year's Eve.After finishing the oxygen supply in the morning, Ao Mu gave each of them a piece of frozen pork to take back to eat.Anyway, it can be regarded as working together, and the New Year's Eve will share a little happiness with each other.

Then the family got busy and did something separately.This is the first time for the whole family to celebrate the new year, so it is naturally more grand than previous years.

Ao Mu took some ingredients out of the box and put them under the refrigerator, and after digging them out, he said they were stored in the past.Ao Zhen knew it well but didn't say anything. Zhang Linya seldom touches ingredients. Ao Zhen usually cooks a lot. Even Zhang Linya cooks with ready-made ingredients in the kitchen refrigerator.

This afternoon, preparations were in full swing. Four kinds of dumpling fillings were prepared, and the dishes were prepared in different ways.Yang Wu is not good at cooking, but the boiled sugar water is very good.Ao Zhen and others, who are purely from the Northeast, have never even heard of sugar water, thinking that it is water washed with white sugar.After Yang Wu made some milk syrup for everyone to try, everyone asked Yang Wu to make more during the New Year's Eve dinner.

And of course, egg tarts.Even if you can't make it to the New Year's Eve dinner table, eating it as a snack in the afternoon is still a good idea.

Knowing that night falls, most of the dishes at home are almost ready.Ao Ling squatted next to the trash can and began to peel the garlic. The whole family except Yang Wu could eat garlic. The oil for the New Year's Eve dinner could be relieved by making more garlic and dipping the meat.

"Brother Ao, there's not enough milk powder here. I put half a bag of milk powder in your drawer at the clinic last time." Yang Wu's egg tarts made in the afternoon have been wiped out, and Chen will make another one before the New Year's Eve dinner. Quenching.Egg tarts are better if they are freshly made, and the crispy skin will become worse after a long time.

"Just go to the basement and get a new one." Zhang Linya was nursing the baby because there was a lot of milk powder at home, and sometimes she would make some adult milk powder herself to replenish her body.When the troops distributed supplies, because Ao Mu was a military doctor on the bright side, he also gave two cans of military milk powder, which the other party took in the basement as they wanted.

"Don't waste it, the opened one has been in your place for almost a month, and if you put it in a lump, you can't drink it anymore. Go, go, don't be so lazy." Yang Wu pushed Ao Mu.

Ao Mu had no choice but to go downstairs to the clinic. Yang Wu glanced at the kitchen window, where it was already covered with mud.

Last year, firecrackers could not be set off because of a funeral at Ao Mu's family.Not this year either.

The difference is that there are no firecrackers in the whole village this year.

Moreover, Ao Mu's family didn't even have a chance to go to the grave.

But if you can still live your life now, it is already the greatest gift from God.

Ao Mu entered the clinic, bent down to find the half pack of milk powder that Yang Wu said.Before going to bed, Yang Wu insisted on arguing to drink a cup of milk to sleep well, but he ended up arguing with Ao Mu while drinking, messing with both of them.That night, the two had an in-depth exchange with each other full of milky fragrance. Later, Yang Wu played with it a few more times.Later, Yang Wu had a new trick, so he forgot about the half pack of milk powder.

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Speaking of which, Ao Wu, what did you two do to the milk powder...