At noon the next day, Chen Xiuyun brought back pig pancreas from the town, which was left over from the pig that was killed this morning.
Chen Xiuyun not only brought back pig pancreas, but also bought some pig guts. These things are cheap, but they are not so easy to pack away.
Xiao Hei was having fun in the yard, and Jiang Xinyu was processing pig pancreas in the house. This stuff cannot be left overnight, otherwise it will not be effective in making soap.
Remove the fascia on the pancreas and the fat on the surface, then cut it into small pieces, then put it into a stone basin and pound it vigorously, then add alkali noodles, you can use plant ash instead of alkali noodles, and grind some powdered sugar to sprinkle on it. Go in.
Jiang Xinyu pounded and pounded the mixture vigorously, and soon she was replaced by Jiang Yuzhu who was watching curiously.
Chen Xiuyun was handling pig waste in the yard, and at the same time she was guarding the door, fearing that others would see what was going on inside the house.
The two sisters changed the mixture, and the mixture was pounded into a thick paste. Jiang Xinyu thought it was not yet hot enough, so she kept pounding it. Before it was ready, Chen Yi, who sent the mold, came.
He made the thing himself, and this simple carpentry work was not difficult for him. He also carved the shape of a three-petal flower on the bottom of the mold.
Chen Yi didn't stay long and left. Jiang Xinyu continued to beat and beat for another ten minutes. She stirred with chopsticks and when she saw the strength, she stopped. She cut out a small piece in the basin and put it into the mold. Then press the porcelain firmly, and use a small wooden board to flatten the other end.
The mold Chen Yi sent was rectangular, with five pieces in total. One piece can cut out almost ten pieces, which is convenient for her to cut after it is formed, and there are three-petaled flowers at the same distance apart.
Jiang Xinyu's arms were tired from pounding, so when she was done, she put the things in the shade to dry. They could be removed from the mold tomorrow and left to dry for about twenty days.
When Chen Xiuyun saw the soap that came out of the mold the next day, she thought it looked quite decent.
Jiang Xinyu begged her to bring back some pig pancreas every day. Even a pair of pig pancreas would be worth a penny to the pig butcher.
She made up her mind to start this business. She had already figured out the price of a bar of soap, so she sold it for 2 cents. She cut 37 pieces of dried pig soap. If she sold them all, she could sell them for 7.4 yuan. Although sugar is refined, It's expensive, but the amount you put in each time is not large, so it's quite profitable.
Chen Xiuyun didn't know if the soap made by her daughter was useful, but the model looked good. Jiang Xinyu asked her to continue making pig pancreas, but she went anyway and spent two cents the next day to get three pairs of pig pancreas back. son.
These days, every penny is money, and two cents is considered extra income for the butcher, so he has no reason not to sell it.
Although Chen Xiuyun wrapped up the pig's pancakes, she was still quite eye-catching when she went to town for several days in a row. After these three sets of pig's pancakes, Chen Xiuyun took a day off.
The amount of soap being dried at Jiang Xinyu's house has reached 90 yuan.
Soon it was the day of killing the New Year pig in the village, and the New Year atmosphere was getting stronger and stronger.
The pigs in the brigade are raised collectively, and Widow Wang raises the pigs well, each weighing more than 200 kilograms.
But there are more than 200 people in the group, and even one family cannot get much.
Before dawn, Jiang Xinyu heard the screams of pigs while she was still lying on the bed. Most people would get up early to watch the pig slaughter.
As long as Jiang Xinyu wakes up, she won't fall back asleep easily, so she might as well get up and watch the excitement in the team, which is comparable to watching a movie.
When she was brushing her teeth, she saw Chen Xiuyun coming back with a bowl of pig blood. It was cold and steaming from the top, but it was very fresh.
The two girls wanted to go out to watch the fun, but Chen Xiuyun didn't stop them. They had to wait for a while to divide the meat, but even the pigs were killed quickly.
There is really little excitement in the countryside. Half-year-old children come to join in the fun of pig killing before dawn. Jiang Xinyu feels that greed definitely accounts for a large part of the reason for watching pig killing.
After today, there will be meat at home.
Some families are reluctant to cut meat even once a year, either because they don’t have the meat stamps or they are unwilling to do so. The distribution of pork this time a year ago may be the only way for some families to obtain meat.
Those in the family who were strong and had more labor got a larger share, and the deputy captain's wife received more than ten kilograms, which made other people jealous.
The sky was completely bright. Jiang Yuzhu and Li Xiuhua were talking. Jiang Xinyu went home and asked Comrade Chen Xiuyun to come and collect the pork.
When she returned to the courtyard, she saw Widow Wang in the courtyard. Of course Jiang Xinyu did not miss the straw bag pig's pancake.
As a pig-raising expert in the brigade, Widow Wang would be rewarded when she divided the meat, not to mention the pig pancreas that no one would eat. Chen Yi mentioned it to her and said that Chen Xiuyun’s family wanted to feed the dogs, so Widow Wang said
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When Chen Xiuyun was carrying the basin to get the meat, Jiang Xinyu poured hot water for the pigs to eat. When she carried the basin to the pig pen, she found that the piglets had no reaction. Their clear and stupid eyes looked dull. Jiang Xinyu remembered
The screams of pigs before dawn make you feel a little sympathetic when you look at this little piglet. Is this piglet frightened by the miserable sounds of its kind?
The little pig boy left his mother at a young age. Although he was in the same brigade, he never saw her again after leaving. There must be no mother of this pig among the pigs killed today. After all, sows are quite important.
Jiang Xinyu looked at the baby pig, which was one size bigger than before, and said in a coaxing tone: "Eat well and grow up quickly." Then you can get into the pot.
Xiao Hei competed with the pigs for food, and he grunted and wanted to get into the pen to eat the pig food. The pig boy probably felt the threat from Xiao Hei's food competition, and finally started to eat quickly.
When Jiang Xinyu was almost done cooking the sweet potato porridge, Chen Xiuyun came back with less than seven kilograms of meat.
Although Jiang Jianmin is gone, he still has a share in this year's pork brigade. Just now, Chen Xiuyun had some trouble with Mrs. Li when she was getting the pork.
Seeing that Chen Xiuyun looked unhappy, Jiang Xinyu asked what was wrong.
Chen Xiuyun sighed and said: "This year's meat is too thin, there is not much oil and water, and not much oil can be produced."
These days, everyone prefers fatty meat because it contains oil and water!
But Jiang Xinyu was very happy when she looked at the meat in the basin. There were four pieces of meat with skins of different sizes. Except for one piece that looked particularly fat, the rest looked really thin, but two of them were fat and thin pieces of pork belly.
It looks really good, braised pork is absolutely delicious.
There was no fish or meat in this morning meal, but "fried" cabbage and sweet potato porridge.
After the mother and daughter finished eating, Jiang Xinyu started processing the pig pancreas, and Chen Xiuyun was about to start refining the oil.
Today, every household has started refining oil, and children from every family are waiting in front of the stove to eat the fragrant and crispy lard residue. The smell of pork floating in the village is delicious.
Jiang Xinyu also ate a lot of lard residue while working. Needless to say, it was really delicious.
After she and Jiang Yuzhu finished their busy work, fifty-six pig soaps were freshly baked again.
The soap was placed in her mother's house, and it looked spectacular on more than a hundred newspapers placed under the bed.
After Jiang Xinyu calculated how much the more than one hundred soaps could be sold for, she felt a little discouraged.