As soon as they entered the drying yard, Mo Sheng's parents saw everything fresh. They were Mingzhu locals, and they were both from the old city before. They had never seen such a big scene of pig slaughtering. As long as they didn't live in a slaughterhouse, they probably felt fresh today.

Not to mention these couples, even Bian Rui thought it was fresh. In the past, there were only five or six pigs in the drying yard, and the good year was less than ten. But today, there were at least twenty pigs in the drying yard. For example, the pigs from the Bian Rui family were relatively small, and the common pigs in other families were larger than those of the Bian Rui family.

"Xiao Shijiu, your pig is not enough to feed it!" Uncle Sixteen stood next to his pig, looking at Bian Rui and said with a smile.

"I'm better with a bite of lean meat, so I'll naturally lose weight if I feed it," Bian Rui replied with a discontent smile.

Uncle Sixteen said again: "This pig is really not delicious if it loses weight. You have to be half fat and thin. Before you kill it, you should raise fat one or two months in advance. It is better to feed some sludge. Look at our pigs, they are better than your pork. If you don't believe it, you will kill our two families later?"

Bian Rui shook his head and simply replied: "No, it's boring."

"Is it good to have a lottery?" Uncle Sixteen said again.

Bian Rui still shook his head: "It's still not a comparison. What do you have to compete with me during the Chinese New Year?"

Bian Rui was a little confused.

"Your sixteenth uncle just bet with me that your pig is definitely not as delicious as his family. Nineteenth, you must dare to lose for me, I want you to look good!"

Bian Rui turned his head and saw the Fourth Uncle smiling at him. Next to the Fourth Uncle, there was a big black pig, about 200 kilograms, slightly larger than the pigs in Bian Rui's family.

"Are you two panic?" Bian Rui felt a little speechless. You should kill your own pigs, why do you want to bet on your own pigs?

What Bian Rui didn't know was that the fourth uncle, like his son Xiao Shiqi, now had a blind confidence in what Bian Rui made. A group of people were waiting here to kill pigs. When they were idle, they would naturally chat. I don't know why. The two brothers talked about whose pigs were better this year.

The fourth uncle thought that the pigs in Bian Rui's family must be the best, but the sixteenth uncle was not happy. He used to raise the best pigs in the whole village. Now he suddenly heard the fourth brother say that his nephew raises pigs well, how could he be convinced? So the two of them started to make a bet as they talked.

Hearing this roughly the process, Bian Rui complained in his heart: You are really idle!

"Our pig is not as good as the pigs from Uncle Sixteen. I am raised by two apprentices. I rarely feed them a few times myself," said Bian Rui.

Everyone knows this, and Bian Rui’s two apprentices are responsible for raising pigs.

The feed of this pig also comes from the results of the practice of the two apprentices, especially Jing Lu. All the cut melons and vegetables that practiced knife skills every day were fed to the pig.

Other pigs also eat some leftovers, sometimes rice bran, or something, but the pigs in Bianrui's family eat either vegetables or tuber plants in the wild, and they have hardly been fed the essence. It is a miracle to grow like this in the eyes of many villagers.

Those who have raised pigs know that pigs who only eat vegetables will not gain weight because there is no sugar in the vegetables, or they cannot borrow a lot of starch to convert the pig into sugar and then develop fat. If you want pig fat, you have to fatten. The easiest way to fatten is to let the pigs exercise less and feed a lot of grains every day, so that the pigs will naturally become fat.

What is a better way to feed it? It is to let the pigs run all over the mountains and feed the grains while exercising. In this way, every portion of the pigs weigh twice as much as the essence is grown in captivity, but the meat produced is not comparable to that of captivity. If you feed the good meat, you can see the white fat particles as white as jade between the muscles with the naked eye. This is the most beautiful pork.

"I have to wait until the meat is out of my mind before I know." Uncle Sixteenth was not so popular with Bian Rui.

Bian Rui sighed in his heart. The younger generation is the younger generation, and he can't breathe even if he talks. It's like the elders betting that, Bian Rui refuted that nothing is right, so he had to shut up honestly and look around to see where there is fun and make it easier for him to go through it.

At this time, two large pots had been built on the drying yard, with a diameter of about one meter and two meters. If that guy hadn't been boiled in it, an adult would have squatted in and taken a shower.

There were several men burning fire next to the big pot, all in Bianjia Village, and all of them were Bian Rui's cousin, all in their fifties. There were two wooden racks next to each pot. Now there were pigs on each rack, and several small knives brought by their hands. Two small workers were shave pig hairs with scrapers, and the rest were pouring hot water on the pig's body.

This smell is not very pleasant. The hot water directly stimulates the smell of the pig, which can be smelled within a radius of more than ten meters.

“This smells so bad!”

Mo Sheng's mother covered her nose directly.

"This is already good. You have never seen the smell of pigs raised in captivity when they were killed before, and they can smell for a mile against the wind."

At some point, Bian Rui's little cousin appeared here and opened his mouth to talk to Mo Sheng's mother about the smell of slaughtering pigs in the past.

As a chef, Bian Rui has to be used to this taste even if he is not used to it, so this little taste is nothing to Bian Rui. Bian Rui is now looking at the meat of the pig in front of him.

Although they are all pigs raised in the village, the pigs fed by each family are still a little different. This may not be tasty for ordinary people, but for gourmets, the difference is huge.

The pig in front of me was fat enough, but it was a little too fat. Look at the scraper on the belly, and the whole pig's belly was a little trembling. At a glance, you can tell that it was full of pig oil.

After watching for a while, Bian Rui saw that the worker had already shaved the pig, and the original black pig was scraped into a pink big white pig.

"Master!"

The worker looked carefully and raised his head to scream at the master who was smoking.

This master, Bian Rui, also knew him and had watched him kill pigs since he was a child. However, he was only in his thirties at that time, and was in his prime. Now he was in his fifties and his waist was a little bent.

The old man came over without saying a word, and directly stroked his back waist, pulled out a short knife about twenty centimeters from his waist and eyes, and fucked it on his hand and pulled it gently on his stomach.

While the old man was pulling, the two workers had already put the wooden basin under the pig's belly.

After cutting the knife, the old man pulled it straight, and the entire pig's internal organs fell into the basin.

The old man didn't stop like this, and began to remove the pig's head, shaved the lymphatic meat, and then unloaded the pig's feet.

The old man saw the blades flying around, and a short knife in his hand flew up and down like a butterfly. It seemed that he had no strength to divide a pig into more than a dozen pieces.

"Wow!"

Mo Sheng and his parents were shocked to see it.

Mo Sheng's father said: "I suddenly remembered a text I learned before, which was about slaughtering pigs, and the description was very wonderful. I thought it was nonsense by the writer, but now it seems that the real skills are much more exciting than those written in the book."

"What's the matter killing a cow?" Mo Sheng's mother asked.

"Yes, yes, that's that!" Mo Sheng's father responded.

Bian Rui's little cousin couldn't listen at this time, but he was a guest, so he could fight him once. It was not a way to treat him. So the boy lowered his head and whispered: "The cook cuts the cow."

Mo Sheng and his parents were all focused on Xiaodao Shu, and they didn't hear anyone correcting the name of their text. The couple was praising Xiaodao Shu's skills.

After about five or six minutes, Xiaodao killed the pig and walked towards the couple.

"Your skills are really great!" Mo Sheng's father gave Xiaodao's hand a thumb.

Xiaodao said politely: "It's nothing, the little hand-made style in the countryside, you are the ones who make money and pocket money for your family. You two are not from this village, aren't you?"

Bian Rui smiled secretly at this moment: I am also a vain person. When I heard the couple praise their skills, I came over to harvest the feeling of worship immediately after I got busy. It was really nothing. You, who are old and old, don’t sit on the small chair over there, cover your legs with a leather bag, and run to the place where Rui gathers here.

"No, we are here for the New Year," Mo Sheng said.

"Oh, that's good. Now it's popular for people in the city to run to the countryside." Xiaodao Hand smiled.

At this moment, the young man who had just gone out to chase the pigs came back. Not only did the people come back, but he also pulled the pig who had just run away with a cart to run back with a cart.

When the old man saw the young man, he said coldly: "You shave this pig alone! You can kill the pigs and kill them away. Where can you kill them?"

The young man lowered his head and pulled the cart to the side of the big pot without saying a word, and started unloading the pigs by himself. With the help of his companions, he put the pigs on the pig-killing stool. While pouring hot water and scalding pig hair by himself, he scraped it hard with a scraper.

"You have really strict requirements for your apprentice," Mo Sheng's mother asked.

The old man smiled and said, "He is my apprentice and my son. Young people should be stricter. They have suffered hardships here. After they get outside, others can't find any major problems. These days, as long as they are diligent, it is not a problem to make a living. I am afraid that when the children go to society, they will not know anything and can do anything, but they still have all kinds of problems. They think they are like this! Even if such a child has a promising future, they will not have a great future."

“Yes, yes!”

Mo Sheng's parents nodded immediately. They were so supportive of the old man's principles. In the past, they just listened to some spiritual chicken soup from parenting experts, and they didn't have much time to take care of Mo Sheng, so they almost raising their son. In the end, they met Bian Rui, otherwise it would not take long. The two of them would have to go to the detention center of Mingzhu to see their son.

Bian Rui stood for a while and couldn't stand any longer because Mo Sheng's father and Xiaodao Shu felt that they had met too late, which made several black lines hang on Bian Rui's forehead.

Bian Rui had just moved his feet when he suddenly heard a bear roar. When he looked closely, the two mixed balls of Xiong Day and Xiong Er rolled towards the sunbath like two big meat balls.
Chapter completed!