Mr. Gu walked into Zhang Xiangbei's office and said to him mysteriously: "Mr. Zhang, should you go to see the New Year's pigs, and should you go to drink the pig's wine?"

Zhang Xiangbei looked up at him, and Gong Gu continued:

"I promise you to eat it. You have never eaten such delicious pork. By the way, it is even fresher than what you eat in Shawan, Guangzhou. In Shawan, you have to wait for the meat to be sent from the slaughterhouse. It's really a place to eat it while killing it. There is still pig wailing in your ears, and the meat has already come."

"What is New Year pig? What is pig slaughtering wine?" Zhang Xiangbei asked.

Mr. Gu said: "Isn't the Chinese New Year coming soon? People who raise pigs in the countryside will start slaughtering pigs, pickling bacon, and slaughtering wine. They are eaten when slaughtering pigs. In the countryside, slaughtering pigs is a big deal. There are several tables of wine to be placed, and a pig will be killed, and a pig will be eaten and delivered. Half of the remaining ones are gone."

Zhang Xiangbei smiled and said, "Isn't that in vain?"

"If someone else kills you, you will give you meat, and you will also invite you to drink pig-killing wine and eat and drink. From now until the Spring Festival, pigs will be slaughtered in the village almost every day. Everyone sends pork to each other and treats each other, and there is pork to eat every day." Gu Gong said.

"This is not bad, just like a pork mutual aid club." Zhang Xiangbei said, "In the era when there was no refrigerator, this was a really good idea. It was equivalent to keeping pigs fresh in the pigpen, and fresh pork was eaten every day."

"Yes, the custom of killing New Year pigs was passed down at that time."

Mr. Gu said: "In those remote mountain villages, there is no place to buy pork. If you have something to do at home, you have to travel dozens of miles to buy it in the town. You usually eat meat, but you rely on bacon in the first half of the year and ham in the second half of the year. The bacon cannot be stored for a long time. It can be worms and ham, but it doesn't matter how many years it takes. If you want to eat fresh meat, you only have this month before the Spring Festival."

After Gu Gong finished speaking, he added: "It's a pity that there are fewer pigs in the village this year, so it's not that easy for everyone to eat meat."

"Why?" Zhang Xiangbei asked, "It's because the price of pork is not good, are you unwilling to raise it?"

"No, we bought it. We bought thirty-seven pigs in that village. Mr. Zhang, have you forgotten? The family who wanted to kill pigs today raised three pigs at home and sold them to us. One of them was left at home. This pig was killed tonight. Both of ours will be killed during the day tomorrow. I will let the cold chain car go over and wait, and then take it back after the kill."

Gu Gong and Zhang Xiangbei said that Zhang Xiangbei remembered that this was what Gu Gong said that day. The ones ordered to be used to make ham and bacon and sauce were all Jinhua two-headed black. The pig's head and buttocks, including the tail part, are black, and the pig's fur color is white, so it is called two-headed black.

The two-headed black hams raised by farmers and used to make high-quality Jinhua hams are usually only eaten pig grass, bran, and wheat bran. They are raised for seven or eight months, and only reach about 150 kilograms. At this time, slaughtering is the best. Jinhua ham will not have 500 kilograms of pigs like Yunnan Xuanwei or Nuodeng ham, and a ham will be 400 kilograms.

If there is such a big Jinhua ham, you can tell that it is fake at first glance. It is definitely not the hind legs of both ends. All hams are made of pig hind legs and pig trotters on the front legs. They will be eaten after stewing.

Jinhua Liangtou, also known as "Chinese Panda Pig", was included in the "National List of Resources Protection of Livestock and Poultry Breeds" by the Ministry of Agriculture. It is one of the national key protected local livestock and poultry varieties.

"Of course, many of the hams you buy on the market now are fodder. They are sold after four or five months of maintenance, and their weight can reach more than 200 kilograms. It can be said that they are quick to make ham. How can such pig hind legs make ham delicious?" Gu Gong said, "Even pickled pig heads and bacon are not delicious, and they are too fat."

"Where is the place you are talking about?" Zhang Xiangbei asked.

"Baojiawu in Pujiang." said Gu Gong.

"I've been to Baojiawu." The two of them were talking, but Xiao Wu walked in. When he heard Mr. Gu talk about Baojiawu, Xiao Wu interrupted.

"In the mountains of Pujiang River, it is forty or fifty miles away from Pujiang County. After climbing the hill behind, you will reach the Qianyuan of Yongcheng. The roads are not easy to walk on. They are all winding mountain roads and are still very narrow. You can only use a hand-held tractor to drive over the mountain. When you reach the Fuchun River, you will reach my hometown." Xiao Wu said.

Gong Gu laughed and said:

"When did you go to? Hand-held tractors. Now in the countryside, you can still see hand-held tractors? The most time is a farm vehicle. The road is indeed not wide. The village road has been changed and has changed to cement roads. When I first went there, it was a mud and stone road, and it was bumpy. I didn't dare to drive fast, for fear of being thrown under the mountain."

"I went there more than 20 years ago and performed there. By the way, I remember going to fight a group fight." Xiao Wu said, "It was organized by the county, and the two counties competed for the forests, so they called all the young people in our township outside, and they were ready to beat the other party once."

Gong Gu and Zhang Xiangbei laughed, and Gong Gu asked: "Have you won?"

"So many people have been praised for so long beforehand, and the other party has known it a long time ago and is prepared. How can we fight? That is, everyone stood on the hill and shouted and scolded each other. After scolding for a long time, the provincial working group went down, and even the leading deputy county magistrate and deputy director of the county public security bureau had already escaped."

Gong Gu said: "The countryside armed fight is really like this. The larger the scale, the bigger the matter, the less it can't fight. It's easy for two brigades and villages to fight. When they go to two townships, they basically cannot do it. There are too many people and too many, and the greater the profits they compete for, the less they can't fight."

"Why is this?" Zhang Xiangbei asked.

"Think about it, if the county fights, it will have little relationship with the individual, and the enthusiasm for fighting will be gone. When the two villages fight, the interest is direct. If the water source is cut off from you, everyone's fields in my village have no water use, so it will directly involve the interests of every household, and the urge to fight will be there." said Gu Gong.

Zhang Xiangbei nodded, thinking that what Mr. Gu said was reasonable. Fighting was actually the easiest to temporarily conflict. You started to fight with me and I didn’t make a quarrel. When we made an appointment, everyone started to bluff and then went to the scene to see that you had my acquaintances over there and you had your acquaintances over there, so it was impossible to fight, and it turned into a negotiation.

The same is true for the world. It is difficult for big powers to fight, and nuclear weapons cannot fight even more. If you have the ability to destroy each other, you will have a balance of terror. At most, it will be a Cold War or a war with agents. Small countries and small countries will start to fight if they have a disagreement.

Xiao Wu asked them what they were doing in Baojiawu? Gong Gu told him, and Xiao Wu asked:

“When will you come back?”

"It's the second house to kill pigs at night. It's probably about 10 o'clock. We go there in the evening and we're two and a half hours there. We can arrive just in time. It's okay. If we want to go, I'll ask them to wait for us and kill them when we arrive. After watching the pigs and eating the pigs and wine, we'll rush back to avoid delaying work." said Mr. Gu.

"I'll go too." Xiao Wu said.

Mr. Gu said yes, if you go, I will drive it when you go. When you come back, we can let go and drink.

"Why do they kill pigs at night?" Zhang Xiangbei asked.

"I can't be busy. There are only two pig killers. The pigs in three villages are going to kill. It's this family's turn. It's tonight. One tonight will be killed. Two tonight will be killed tomorrow during the day, and to another family in the afternoon."

"Pig killer? Private slaughter?" Zhang Xiangbei was surprised and asked, "Don't we all ask for a designated slaughter now?"

"We don't need to slaughter and eat pigs in rural areas. We are just a staggering ball. Anyway, we don't sell our ham and bacon. When we want to buy them on a large scale in several villages, we will have to go to a designated slaughterhouse."

Mr. Gu said: "However, I will contact the slaughterhouse at that time to see if I can be with them. Please go and kill the pigs in the slaughterhouse by hand. The pigs killed in the slaughterhouse are not as delicious as the pigs killed."

"What's the difference?" Zhang Xiangbei asked.

"The difference is big," said Gu Gong. "The slaughterhouses use high voltage electricity to make pigs and numb, or use high concentrations of carbon dioxide to make the pig faint, and then assassinate and bleed. At that time, the pig was in a coma and the blood was not released. The pigs killed the pigs. The pigs would struggle to death on the chopping board. The more they struggled, the cleaner the blood would flow. The pigs would be so fragrant that they would be."

Zhang Xiangbei has been to the slaughterhouse and seen pig slaughter scenes. It is indeed as Mr. Gu said. After being inspected, quarantined and showered, the pigs were lined up on the conveyor belt after being anesthetized, just like patients with total anesthesia on the operating table, in a coma. In the end, he didn't even know how he died. Zhang Xiangbei had never seen the artificial slaughter and became interested immediately.

"How is it, Mr. Zhang, will you go?" Consultant asked Zhang Xiangbei.

"Don't ask him, you must go. If he doesn't want to tie him up, he will tie him up." Xiao Wu couldn't help but shouted at the side, and Zhang Xiangbei said:

"No need to tie it up, I must join in the fun."

In the evening, because Zhang Xiangbei and the others were going to Pujiang, the three of them went to the cafeteria early for dinner. They walked to the parking lot and prepared to set off. Sun Xiangyang and Zhou Ruoyi were wandering around and out of the workshop to go to the cafeteria for dinner. When they saw them, they walked towards them.

When Gu Gong saw it, he whispered to Zhang Xiangbei: "That's bad, don't take it with you, the scene is too bloody, and you will vomit on the spot after watching it."

Zhang Xiangbei couldn't help laughing. He felt that Mr. Gu was very worried. If he told Sun Xiangyang and Zhou Ruoyi that they would go to see the New Year pigs and eat pig-killing wine, these two guys would definitely follow. It would be useless if you don't let them go. If you drive away, they would drive the car immediately and follow their car with a stern face.

When Zhou Ruoyi got there, if she vomited, not only would the scene be ugly, but she would also whisper all night, mixing Hangcheng dialect and Cantonese dialect, which would make them stinking.

It’s better to cause less trouble.

When they approached and before they could speak, Zhang Xiangbei asked, "Have you eaten?"

"No." Zhou Ruoyi said.

"Where are you going?" Sun Xiangyang asked.

"Let's go to the farm to see, how about it? Let's go together?" Zhang Xiangbei asked casually.

Zhou Ruoyi gave him a blank look and scolded: "Let us go to the wholesale market with you hungry? I think beautifully. It's time to get off work, so we don't obey your command."

Zhou Ruoyi said, then took Sun Xiangyang to the cafeteria.

The three of them immediately got into the car and couldn't help laughing. Mr. Gu said, "It's not bad, Mr. Zhang, resourceful."

The three of them laughed too loudly. Sun Xiangyang and Zhou Ruoyi had not walked away yet. When they heard their laughter, the two turned around to look at them. Zhang Xiangbei quickly said to Mr. Gu:
Chapter completed!