A tour of Japan's Warring States Period

I leave my hometown this evening, and when will I return to fishing?

Where is the custom? There is no words and no whistle.

No matter what your wishes are, old and young are in different tunes.

In this life, I am self-defeating, and the way of heaven is unpredictable.

July 12 Oucheng·Zhang Jiucheng

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Everyone in Yamauchi Fuchu City is currently celebrating the New Year, although the snow this year is much heavier than in the past. But people who have long been accustomed to the heavy snowfall in Shinano are not at all uneasy. After all, the thickness of the snow can freeze pests under the soil to death, which is beneficial to agriculture.

However, the most lively place is not Yamauchi Yoshikatsu's residence, the most lively place is Koheta's house.

As for the reason, it’s because Mrs. Xiaoping’s family is killing the New Year pig!

I didn't hide this at all until it snowed twice and the weather started to get colder. Jinliu drove the pig, which weighed only seven to eighty kilograms and weighed ninety kilograms, down to Fuzhong City. It looked so shabby, and pigs weighing dozens of kilograms came to be slaughtered.

But Jinliu couldn't help it. He didn't know how to raise pigs, so he had to figure it out. The winter in Shinano can be as cold as minus 20 degrees Celsius. Now it is the Little Ice Age, and the climate is even colder. He saw that those black pigs not only began to eat less, but also became a little shaken after a snowfall.

Obviously, no one wants to learn about the technical aspects of raising domestic pigs for the winter. In the end, they just raise the pigs and wait for them to be killed for meat. Brainless novels kill people! How did you raise the 300-pound fat pigs in the Ming Dynasty or even the Tang Dynasty? Teach Xiaopingtai!

Xiao Pingtai never thought that after raising the pig for more than half a year, it would only weigh eighty or ninety pounds. He thought that one hundred pounds would not be a big problem. And if they are not slaughtered before winter, these black pigs may simply die.

There was no choice but to kill the eight little pigs, who could only be called half-sized pigs.

The only old sow didn't come over, and there was a breeding pig left behind. Before winter, Jinliu built a straw shed, with thick wooden boards nailed to the walls, and the circle was covered with straw. Let's see if the two pigs are lucky enough to survive the winter. If not, they will have to kill the meat together and eat it.

Xiaoping lamented, why is raising pigs so troublesome? When the male protagonist traveled back in time, he raised hundreds of thousands of pigs and fed an army of 100,000 people with braised pork and white flour steamed buns. Why did he end up here? The eight pigs under his feet were shaking with cold, grunting, and not even a little bit fat.

But they were eight pigs after all. Jinroku entered the castle town. Within half an hour, all the samurai families in the castle town in the mountain knew about it.

Zixiaolu Danzheng's family has eight pigs. I'm afraid they will have to kill them to eat the meat. They will eat the meat!

That’s meat! When I think of the taste of meat, the oil passes through my mouth, and the five flavors dance between my lips and tongue. I don’t know how many months ago it was last time I went eagle hunting.

The little meat from deer, rabbits, and other small animals was only enough to stick to your teeth, and you couldn't even taste the meat.

It is said that everyone believes in gods and Buddhas and that this is a vegetarian country. Everyone is just lying to themselves. Who wouldn't be happy if there was meat to eat? The emperor would be happy for three months after eating deer breast. You see him stuffing his mouth with venison while shouting "Sin! Sin!"

When Xiao Pingtai was still worrying about how to slaughter eight pigs, Aji heard that his father had gone to the city, so he took leave and ran back. But judging from his always-loving personality, eating meat and visiting his biological father should be the same thing for the time being.

Without Koheita's instructions, Aji threw the spear and sword to his father first, took off his shoes, and didn't care about the cold ground at all. He rolled up his sleeves hard and tied them with two cloth straps.

"Tanzheng, how to kill?" Aji's eyes were sincere.

The aunt next to her was also looking at Xiao Pingtai. Although she didn't speak, she was "watching with eagerness" and was always ready to take action.

"How to kill? I have never killed before! Boil the water first." Xiao Pingtai is not a butcher, so how can he kill a pig? He only knows that he must boil water to facilitate shaving.

"Sure, I'm going to kill the mountain whale!" Everyone looked up and saw Imai Meigoro coming uninvited, licking his lips and looking at the pig on the ground.

"Hey, Meigoro, do you know how to do it?" Of course Koheita knew that Meigoro was just here for meat, but this was the first time he had heard of it after having killed a wild boar.

"When I was young, I also killed several mountain whales." After hearing the sound, Hosokawa Harugong and Matsumisai came hand in hand.

"Why are you here in person?" Xiao Pingtai hurriedly went to greet his old father-in-law.

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As a result, not long after, all the surrounding samurai, large and small, gathered together. Even Hosokawa Saime, who was supposed to be a samurai in the city to serve as a minister, saw that Yamauchi Yoshikatsu was going down to the city to go to Koheita's house, and she also followed him.

Good guy! There were at least thirty or forty old men, all staring at these eight "skinny" pigs.

When everyone saw Yamauchi Yoshikatsu coming, they all saluted and hurriedly gave up the best spot to watch the pigs.

"Xiao Ping Tai, are these black dolphins going to be slaughtered today?" "Yes, if they are not slaughtered, they will freeze to death in the winter."

"Look?..." Yamauchi Yoshikatsu glanced at the warriors who were surrounded by little stars.

"Let's do it together and kill it to celebrate the New Year!" Xiao Pingtai's words made everyone excited.

Imai Meigoro showed his prowess in chopping firewood and swordsmanship, and the superior samurai from all walks of life completely ignored their image. You pulled the pig's trotters and I pulled the pig's ears, causing each piglet to scream in agony. Then he was killed with a single blow of the knife, and pig blood poured out from his throat.

oops! Forget the ball! There is no basin to catch the pig's blood! wasted!

Everyone was busy, and the women moved in large iron pots from their respective homes. I set up a stove to boil water in the open space of the construction site of Xiaopingtai's new home, and I was very busy.

Hosokawa, a usually stern person, took a sharp knife to shave the pig skin that had been poured with boiling water. While doing this, she was singing along, talking about the round moon and the fragrant pork.

The children of each family were also inexplicably infected with the cheerful atmosphere, playing horse riding and fighting games with small branches. Even the little girls from the Wu family went out to help their mother and family boil water and add firewood.

Yamauchi Yoshikatsu was even more exaggerated, with his upper body exposed, completely ignoring the image, and holding a small ax in his hand. The pig was split open with a big fan, and the pig was not his own, so he didn't feel bad at all, and the meat foam flew everywhere.

With more people and greater strength, a team was involved in bloodletting and shaving. The eight pigs finally produced more than 400 kilograms of meat, not counting the remaining large-bone sticks.

Of course, Xiaopingta would not be willing to throw away these things. He stewed the big bone sticks in several pots at once, brought in miso, radish, tofu, and other unknown wild vegetables, and stewed them randomly.

The pig intestines, pig heart and lungs are all good after being washed. If they are cooked well, they can still be eaten!

At night, everyone was not afraid of the cold, so they lit a bonfire, served hot rice and wine, had bone sticks, drank pork miso soup, and drank water. The men drank like a mess, and the women and children also ate until their mouths were full of oil.