Escape from the desert

What Jiang Yan didn't know was that his saliva song became popular in the village for a while.

Whenever someone kills a pig in the village, the children in the village will sing this saliva song not far away, making the already bloody scene a little more lively and funny for no reason.

There were two fires in the yard. Except for the one they used to kill the pigs, the remaining firewood pile was for Jiang Yan and the others to keep warm.

After the fat pig was bled, it was quickly dissected by Lao Wu and the others. The slaughtered pig was mainly prepared for the Chinese New Year, so most of the meat was broken down and put aside.

After the people here kill the New Year pig, they also invite their close relatives and friends to have a feast of killing the pig.

One is to celebrate the great day, and the other is to reward the men who helped butcher the pigs.

And this meal is the so-called pig-killing dish. There are not so many special dishes for killing pigs. They are basically stewed in a pot. Usually it is pig blood, mostly pig bones and pig offal. People who are more generous will cook more pork belly.

"Mom, our family killed a pig this year. It has a lot of meat and blood. Why don't we smoke some bacon and stuff it with more blood sausage."

Lin Xi talked enthusiastically while flipping the slices of meat in her hands.

When they first decomposed the pork, they all shared a piece of pork belly the size of a palm, and they were gathering around the fire to roast the meat.

"Grandmother, grandma, I want bacon! Lots and lots of bacon." Xiaodouzi's eyebrows and eyes were curved with a smile.

The little girl tightly held the small wooden stick in her hand, drooling greedily at the sizzling meat with facial features grilled on it.

He continued in a childish voice: "The bacon can be stored for a long time, grandma, and I won't kill big pigs in the future, so I can eat bacon."

The little guy was drooling, his lips were shining, and his big round eyes were staring at the flesh that was not big enough for adults to fit between his teeth.

Jiang Yan said with a smile: "Boss! You asked Uncle Wu to save the meat for the Chinese New Year. For the rest, if you want to smoke bacon, you can enema if you want."

"Save some more and send some to Jinhua's natal family. Jinhua hasn't visited her natal family in recent years. This year, you will go to pay New Year's greetings."

Wang Jinhua was stunned for a few seconds, and when she looked at Jiang Yan's relieved and determined eyes, her eyes turned red instantly, and she choked up and said happily, "Thank you, mother."

Lin Dong also looked at Jiang Yan with emotion. The family life has been hard for the past few years, and his mother is also strict. Every year, Jin Hua is not allowed to go back to her mother's house to see her. Every year during the Chinese New Year, Jin Hua always cries until dawn.

He was distressed and helpless, he didn't dare to disobey his mother, and he couldn't bear his daughter-in-law's sadness, so he collapsed several times in the middle.

Jiang Yan waved her hand: "Don't keep saying these things, the previous things are all mother's fault, and mother is changing, from now on, we will live a good life as a family."

Several people looked at each other and nodded one after another. They sprinkled some chili noodles produced in their own factory on the barbecue, and the aroma of the meat was released wantonly.

Outside the pavilion is the snow that is flying all over the sky, and inside the pavilion is the laughter of the Lin family eating meat.

At lunch time, people coming and going in the yard began to gather. Xie Sanniang took the lead and took the men who were butchering the pigs together to make pig-killing dishes.

The Lin family has a lot of basic ingredients, and Xie Sanniang's cooking skills have also improved a lot under Jiang Yan's guidance. She also makes simple butcher dishes very delicious.

Lin Dong took his two younger brothers to the village to invite a few elders, and called his familiar relatives again. When the banquet started, adults and children slowly sat down at several tables.

Jiang Yan was still divided into a table with the village head and the elders. As the eldest son of the family, Lin Dong brought his younger brothers to entertain the male guests, while the female relatives were entertained by Wang Jinhua and Liu Xiaomeng.

Xiaodouzi and Song Xiaoshan were familiar with the children in the village before.

Later, the private school was built, and the children all studied in the same private school. Over time, everyone played together, so that today there are more children than adults.

Unacquainted people in the village generally don't go to other people's pig-killing feasts. Although they are also greedy for meat, they can't get rid of that old face.

But the adults agree that the children should have a meal. Some people are smart. If two families in the village kill the New Year pig at the same time, they will instigate their children to have an extra meal.

In the afternoon, the snow outside the house was getting bigger and bigger, and the snow in the yard had to be swept away from time to time, otherwise there would be no place to step down soon, and the snow on the path outside the house was even thicker.

The children were very interested in the snowball fight at the beginning, but as the snow became denser and the wind in the mountains became stronger, the children's teeth chattered from the cold, and their hands and feet were blue.

"Xiao Douzi, Xiao Shan, you guys go home quickly, the wind and snow outside are getting bigger and bigger, stop playing." Jiang Yan yelled at the children in the yard from a distance.

The children swarmed around the pavilion, patting each other's snow on each other's bodies, their noses turned red and their lips turned purple from the cold, and they smiled innocently.

Jiang Yan trotted into the pavilion, and carefully opened the small hands of Xiaodouzi and Xiaoshan. Both Xiaodouzi and Xiaoshan were fine. Since the beginning of winter, Jiang Yan has been urging them to apply hand cream.

It would just be hands that were cold and red, but the other children in the village, almost everyone, had chilblains on their hands.

Not only their hands, but also their faces had a thin layer of frostbite, which was red and flaky, making people feel distressed just by looking at it.

There was an older one that shocked Jiang Yan even more. The little guy looked eight or nine years old, maybe because he was older and could help the family with some housework, so the frostbite on his hands was more serious.

Pus had begun to ooze and crack, and the swollen, red and deformed fingers were hard to make a fist. He scratched as if he didn't know the pain, and the blood that flowed out was naturally wiped on the trouser legs.

Seeing Jiang Yan staring at him, the little guy scratched his head in embarrassment, and said shyly, "Auntie, has she never had frostbite? Don't be afraid, as long as you touch less ice water, it won't develop."

"Yes, yes, it's so itchy when it grows! It still hurts to scratch!"

"Hey, I grow it every year, and I grow it on my feet. It's so itchy that I can't sleep at night, but my mother won't let me scratch it."

The children raised their little hands to Jiang Yan one after another. Each pair of little hands had frostbite to varying degrees, and a few were still trying to take off their socks, wanting to show Jiang Yan their feet.

In the past, Jiang Yan was hated by everyone in the village. Not only the adults didn't like being next to her, but the children were even more afraid of her, but now Jiang Yan is different.

During this period of time, whenever Xiaodouzi went out to play, Jiang Yan would pack a lot of snacks for him.

Every sentence in his mouth was praising Jiang Yan in different ways, and Jiang Yan went to pick up Xiaodouzi several times, and also gave snacks to the children.

After a long time, the children in the village are no longer afraid of her.