Return to the countryside to engage in industry

Chapter 117 Preparing for Opening

Yang Chuan let go of the hook, took the cigarette pinned to his ear and fed it into his mouth, lit it, tilted his mouth, the cigarette slipped to the corner of his mouth, the cigarette butt turned up, and the smoke floated upwards, Yang Chuan squinted one eye, He took out the butcher knife from the pocket of the leather apron, wiped it back and forth on the apron, and finally took a look at it.

The right hand hangs down naturally, the upper body shakes from side to side a few times, and then stabs the pig's heart with a knife, fast and ruthless.

The big fat pig flicked his legs twice and remained indifferent.

The pig's blood gushed out and flowed into the big basin prepared in advance.

Yang Chuan looked at the big fat pig with blood on his hands, took a deep breath of the cigarette, raised his left hand to hold the cigarette, and exhaled the smoke.

Wait until the pig blood is drained.

Yang Chuan walked to the tail of the big fat pig, squatted down, cut a small cut at the root of the hind leg, raised his head and said to Yang Zhenyu, "Little Uncle Yang, take that iron rod here."

Yang Zhenyu followed suit.

Yang Chuan took the iron rod, stabbed it through the opening, and stabbed it back and forth along the thigh and head several times.

He took out the iron rod, took out a hollowed out bamboo pole from his pocket, inserted it in, and then blew on the bamboo pole with his mouth.

Yang Zhenyu said: "Yang Chuan, there is an air gun in the room, I'll get it for you."

Yang Chuan waved his hand, indicating that there is no need for it, and blew violently, pinching his mouth to relax.

"Lung capacity is good, Yang Chuan." Zhang Mingkang praised.

"It's okay, Secretary Zhang, why don't you come?" Yang Chuan said with a smile.

"I can't." Zhang Mingkang waved his hand, "Xiao Yang can try it, he is young and has a strong body."

"Little Uncle Yang, do you want to try?" Yang Chuan looked sideways at Yang Zhenyu.

Yang Zhenyu moved his shoulders twice, took a deep breath, "I'll do it."

Wang Mei followed with her live broadcast mobile phone.

Yang Zhenyu braced his horse and blew violently at the bamboo pole.

The body of the big fat pig gradually swelled up.

Yang Zhenyu also felt a little lack of oxygen, let go of his mouth, shook his head and said, "It's okay, it's okay."

Yang Chuan smiled and said, "Little Uncle Yang, you have to have a rhythm when you blow this, you are too fierce, let me do it."

Yang Chuan squatted down again.

After a while, the big fat pig's body swelled up completely.

"It's almost there." Yang Chuan took a look, let go of his mouth, and tied the mouth with a thin rope to prevent air leakage.

Stand up, pick up the wooden stick and start beating.

"Give it to me!" Yang Zhenyu took a break and took back the live broadcast mobile phone from Wang Mei. Seeing many question marks on the bullet screen, he was puzzled by the bragging behavior just now.

Yang Zhenyu asked: "Yang Chuan, netizens ask why you want to brag about pigs?"

Yang Chuan patted the pig's body and said, "Little Uncle Yang, the local pigs raised in the countryside have rough skin and thick meat, so blow them up for easy shaving.

In the past, pigskin was a good thing. Manufacturers often came to collect it and take it back to make pigskin gloves. It swelled and was easy to shave.

I am patting the pig's body now to distribute the blown air evenly, and then scald it with boiling water later to make it easier to shave. "

After speaking, his hands also stopped.

Yang Hua and Yang Song lifted the boiling water basin up, leaving the rest of the disembowelling to the butcher.

Yang Zhenyu stood aside and took a picture and said: "Friends who come to the farmhouse for the opening this time, you are lucky, serious local pigs, look at how beautiful the meat is."

"Anchor, do you want to buy meat?"

"Give me a few catties, Xiao Yang."

"Want to eat fresh pork."

"It's New Year's Eve, pigs are slaughtered and meat is eaten."

"Woooooo~, I won't be able to eat pork this time."

"I just saw another pig in the pigsty, we'll kill it next time."

Yang Zhenyu looked at the barrage, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "You still miss the one in the pigsty, that won't work, it's saved for the Chinese New Year to kill."

The camera moved to Wang Xiuying's face, "Did you see my grandma's face? I want to kill a pig, ask her if she agrees?"

"Hahaha, I can't afford to provoke you."

"Grandma looks like Madam She."

"Grandma, please forgive me, I was wrong."

"Surrender! Surrender!"

After Yang Chuan cut the pork and placed it on the ground in front of the door with a cardboard tiptoe, Yang Zhenyu called Yang Aihua and asked her to help with the internal organs, especially the large intestine and belly of the pig. Good stuff, but it's hard to handle, it's hard to handle, and you can't put your mouth down.

Yang Aihua notified Luo Chunfeng, and Mao Hongqin followed.

"Director Yang!"

"Secretary Zhang!"

"aunt!"

Several people called out.

Yang Zhenyu nodded, "The pig you just killed, clean it up. I'll drag it to the farmhouse in a while."

Unhooked a key from the keychain and gave it to Yang Aihua, "It will open in two days, you can go there to prepare in these two days, Sister Mao, you also go to clean up, wash the dishes and chopsticks."

Yang Aihua nodded and took the key, then asked Yang Zhenyu, "Do we need to go to the street to buy other dishes and seasonings?"

Yang Zhenyu said: "I called Wang Lei to send over the condiments first, and the rest of the dishes will be delivered directly when he goes to the city and drags them back."

"Okay, Director Yang." Yang Aihua said.

Luo Chunfeng and Mao Hongqin nodded accordingly.

After Yang Zhenyu gave instructions, they went to get busy.

Yang Zhenyu walked up to Yang Chuan, "How much?"

Yang Chuan smoked a cigarette and said with a smile: "Little Uncle Yang, it usually costs 200 yuan to kill a pig for others, and you can give me one hundred and twenty yuan."

Yang Zhenyu understood what he was thinking, and took 200 yuan from his pocket and handed it to him.

Yang Chuan accepted the money and said with a smile, "Thank you, Uncle Yang."

"Come back at the end of the year and help me kill the other guy in the circle."

"No problem, Uncle Yang, he's here whenever you're called."

Yang Chuan picked up the tools and walked away with a smile.

"You guys stay and have lunch." Yang Zhenyu said to those who came to help today.

"No, Director Yang, I still have some work to do, so hurry up and finish it these two days, and go directly to the construction team." Yang Hua said.

Luo Guiwen said: "Zhang Fang just called and chased me back to eat, Xiao Yang, come to eat next time."

Zhang Mingkang and Yang Song and Wang Mei stood together, "Let's go back to the village committee to make a watch."

We all know that Yang Zhenyu killed this pig to treat guests at the opening of the business, and also know that many bosses from the city will come that day.

"Since you're all busy, I won't keep you guys. It's the same if you go to the store to eat on the 25th." Yang Zhenyu said with a smile.

Zhang Mingkang returned to the village committee and convened a small private meeting with the village committee team, "Director Yang's farmhouse is open, and some members of our village committee should also express it.

My opinion is this, each of us will pay 500 yuan to invite the local waist drum team to have fun, and then buy some fireworks and cannons to celebrate.

What do you think? "

Yang Song said: "I have no objection."

Wang Mei said: "Let's listen to Zhang Zhishu's arrangement."

Several other people had no objections, and one of them gave Zhang Mingkang 500 yuan.

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The day before the opening, a lot of flower baskets were delivered one after another, with names written on them. Some of them, Yang Zhenyu had never even heard of the names, but they gave you face to celebrate, and there was no way to refuse customers. Photo by Yang Zhenyu Accept all the bills, buy a gift book of favors, and write it down in person.

Everything is ready to go.

When Yang Aihua left, he ordered the dishes to be cooked tomorrow again, and closed the door after making sure they were correct.

Luo Chunfeng asked curiously: "Aihua, how many people can come tomorrow?"

(End of this chapter)