Li Rong couldn't help but lie down after playing with the little guy for a while and fell asleep soon after.
"Shh!" Zhao Qingsong signaled the little guy to stop making trouble and let him sleep well.
Seeing the faint dark blue in Li Rong's eyes, he didn't know if she came back after staying up late to catch up on work. In short, Zhao Qingsong was very distressed, and he was very humane and did not torment her. He hugged the big one and the small one and fell asleep contentedly.
When Li Rong woke up early in the morning, there was no one in the house.
She put on her clothes and went out of the house. She shivered from the cold air and woke up from what little drowsiness she had left.
It was quiet outside, and Li Rong was a little surprised. It was not yet eight o'clock, so why was there no one at home?
She planned to eat until she was full before going out to take a look.
Before she was full, Daniel ran back, and Li Rong stopped him: "Why are you running in such a hurry?"
"Second uncle asked me to get a bucket to catch the pig's blood."
"What pig's blood?" Li Rong was puzzled, and took the pig's blood to look at her memory. It was before the reform, when the village still had a working mode of brigade production. At that time, the team would kill pigs during the New Year, and the villagers would pick it up.
Pig blood.
Nowadays, everyone raises pigs privately. Who kills pigs and collects pig blood for others?
Where did you get the pig blood?
Daniel's next sentence cleared up her doubts: "The last batch of pigs from my second uncle's pig farm are slaughtered and sold in the village."
Ah, it turned out to be Zhao Qingsong's own pig farm. His family went to collect the pig blood. It was no surprise. Li Rong still had two mouthfuls of food left, so she asked Daniel to wait for her and go and see it together.
"...Second aunt, please eat quickly."
Li Rong didn't even wash the dishes, but put them on the stove: "Let's go."
Speaking of which, it was also the first time for Li Rong to visit Zhao Qingsong's pig farm.
This is Zhao Qingsong's open and honest pig farm.
When the policy was opened up at the end of 1978, Song Xianping and Zhao Qingsong came back to celebrate the New Year and built a pig farm. In the eyes of others, Zhao Qingsong and others took advantage of the reform and opening up to engage in breeding.
In fact, it was Zhao Qingsong who moved the pig farm that he had been doing privately for many years to the public.
Li Rong only knew about one location, but had never been there once. After the Chinese New Year in 1979, Li Rong returned to the capital to study, while Zhao Qingsong stayed at home to run a pig farm and then grow pears.
The pig farm was very lively. Six or seven pigs were penned up and surrounded by many people.
Not all of those people were from Dajiang Village, some were from other places.
The big cow carried the bucket, squeezed through the crowd, and shouted: "Give me a moment, give me a moment."
Li Rong followed behind and walked in. The red coat she was wearing was made the year before last and it matched her skin tone very well.
Because I had never done any dirty work while studying, I became more and more prosperous. Suddenly, a good-looking girl appeared, causing the onlookers to look at her several times and guess who she was.
"You brat, you're so slow to pick up a bucket. I've already sharpened the knife, so it's just you." Zhao Qingsong said to Daniel.
Daniel retorted: "Second aunt asked me to wait for her."
Only then did Zhao Qingsong know that Li Rong was here. Looking at the woman walking in from the crowd, he grinned: "You're here."
He casually handed the bucket in his hand to the person next to him, then strode towards Li Rong, took Li Rong's hand and walked aside, asking Li Rong if she had breakfast.
Li Rong nodded: "Eat."
The onlookers, including some villagers from Dajiang Village, probably recognized Li Rong as Li Zhiqing, who used to be in their team, and was also Zhao Qingsong's mother-in-law.
I haven’t seen her for a long time, and I didn’t expect that Li Zhiqing, who looked pretty before, is getting more and more beautiful as she grows older.
Those who didn't know Li Rong probably guessed something from the close gestures between her and Zhao Qingsong. They asked the Zhao family members next to them, and only after they got confirmation did they know that this was Zhao Qingsong's daughter-in-law who had received the certificate.
Looking at the rare look on Zhao Qingsong's face, if it were them, they might be even more rare than him.
They felt in their hearts that Zhao Qingsong was not only capable, but also very lucky. He had opened a pig farm, planted mountains of fruits, and even his daughter-in-law was beautiful.
An An was originally being held by Mother Zhao, but when she saw Li Rong breaking away from Mother Zhao's hand, she ran over and hugged Li Rong's legs and called "Mom."
Oh, Zhao Qingsong also has a son who is loved by everyone.
It really lives up to that saying, if you survive a catastrophe, you will be blessed later.
Zhao Qingsong went to the battlefield with only one injured foot. In people's eyes, he didn't survive a catastrophe, right?
There were only six or seven pigs on site, and it was already daylight. Even if the pigs were slaughtered and sold outside, they should have started in the middle of the night. It was very late now, and the morning market was almost finished.
Li Rong asked: "What are you doing?"
"Kill the pigs and divide the pigs." Zhao Qingsong explained to her, "The few pigs that were kept specially will be killed and divided among the brothers for the New Year."
Li Rong understood, but many of the people around didn't look like they were working in a pig farm. She asked again: "But why are there so many people?"
"Oh," Zhao Qingsong purred his hair and said, "come and see the pig butcher."
Yes, they came to see the pig butcher and Zhao Qingsong dividing the pork.
When people in the village heard this before, they couldn't believe it. They didn't believe that Zhao Qingsong would really give pork to the workers, and they all came to watch the fun.
"A pig is about to be killed. If you are afraid, stay away! Cover your ears!" shouted the pig butcher holding a knife.
When a pig is killed, it makes a sharp sound, which is particularly annoying to the ears.
Zhao Qingsong's first reaction was to cover Li Rong's ears and ask her if she wanted to sit in the back room: "This pig killing scene may be a bit scary."
Li Rong shook his head: "Pig killing, haven't we seen it two years ago?"
She herself covered the guy's eyes to prevent him from being frightened.
The little guy was full of energy and excited. He opened Li Rong's hand and said, "I want to see it."
The pig butcher stabbed the pig's neck with his knife. The pig screamed and its blood flowed into the bucket underneath.
The little guy just said he wasn't afraid, and as soon as he saw the blood, he crawled into his mother's arms. Li Rong quickly covered his eyes, and after thinking about it, she decided to go to the back room instead of looking here.
Zhao Qingsong took them inside. The back room was the room where Zhao Qingsong usually stayed at the pig farm. It was considered an office.
"Small people are even more timid." Zhao Qingsong smiled at An An.
Li Rong glared at him: "An An is still young, do you think everyone is like you?"
Zhao Qingsong smiled flatteringly: "Yes, I can't compare, I'm rougher."
Li Rong coaxed An An to see that he was not frightened, and asked Zhao Qingsong to go out and watch, without accompanying him here.
Zhao Qingsong leaned back in his chair: "There is no need for me to keep watching. We have already agreed on how to divide it. They know it. Besides, Lao Song is watching."
Watching a pig being killed is worse than watching a daughter-in-law, Zhao Qingsong squeezed Li Rong's hand.
Both parents are in the house. The little guy's panic has almost disappeared and he is now playing with toys in the house.
"While we are killing the pig today, let's have hot pot tonight!" Li Rong suddenly said, she hadn't had hot pot for a long time, and now that it was freezing and snowy, she suddenly wanted to eat hot hot pot.
"Okay! After killing the pig later, you can see what you want and I'll get it back." Zhao Qingsong agreed. Although he didn't know how to do it, his wife could eat whatever she wanted.