The Pentium Era - South to North

The pig butcher here is still processing pigs, and the two kitchens over there are already busy. The pig butcher wine is of course mainly based on pork and pig offal, but it is not only pork and pig offal, but also fish, which comes from mountain streams. Small fish, each as thick as a stick, are called stick fish. There are also chickens, native chickens raised at home.

The pig blood came down and condensed into tofu shape. It was taken away immediately, cut into pieces, and put into a large steel pot. The steel pot sat on a gas stove, and the pig blood and tofu were rolled together. , grabbed a large handful of garlic and a few pieces of crushed ginger and put them in. The red, white and yellow ones look good when they are rolled on the stove, and they taste even better when eaten.

This dish becomes more delicious as it boils. Stew it for an hour until the tofu and pig blood are hollow. When it is about to come out of the pot, throw in a lot of green garlic sprouts, red, white, yellow, and green. , better looking and more fragrant.

After the pig butcher finished killing the pig, he was smoking with Zhang Xiangbei and the others. As soon as he finished smoking a cigarette, Lao Bao asked everyone to come to the table. Everyone entered the room one after another, leaving the apprentice alone outside to continue cutting the meat.

Men sit at the two tables in front of the hall, and women sit at the kitchen table inside. The men need to drink, and the women need to cook and work while eating, staring at everything in the kitchen.

The butcher sat at a table with Zhang Xiangbei, Xiao Wu, Lao Bao and others. Their table was the main table. People who ate in rural areas were very conscious. They knew that they had no place to sit at the main table, so they went to sit at the side table. Wait until everyone who should sit at the main table has sat down, and there is still room at the main table. Whoever the host calls will sit down.

Not seeing Gu Gong, the pig-butcher asked:

"Where's Teacher Gu?"

"He went to make pig offal porridge. He asked us to eat first. Come on, just leave a seat for him." Lao Bao said.

Only then did Zhang Xiangbei understand why Gu Gong ran to help deal with the pigs as soon as they were put into the water. It turned out that they were making pig offal porridge. Haha, this is really eaten while killing, and it is even fresher than the one in Shawan.

As soon as Lao Bao said this, everyone present became happy. Some people said, "It seems that Teacher Gu has a new trick."

Everyone took their seats one after another, leaving a seat for Gu Gong between Lao Bao and Zhang Xiangbei.

The wine was hot red yeast wine. Each person filled a glass first and drank it. Except for Xiao Wu, he said he was going to drive later, so Lao Bao stopped trying. He knew it would be difficult to go out on this road, so he let him go. Drink Coke.

The dishes came immediately. The first ones were chicken pot, braised stick fish, stir-fried vegetables, and a large casserole of pig blood tofu. There was a charcoal stove under the casserole, and it was steaming. Everyone started to use their chopsticks quickly, although there were Chicken and fish, the one everyone reaches for first is the pig blood tofu.

What came next was a plate of fried pork liver and a plate of white strips of pork. There was nothing on the pork belly, it was steamed in a steamer until thoroughly cooked and then sliced.

Lao Bao and Zhang Xiangbei said that this dish was taught to us by Teacher Gu. Now every family here will serve this dish in our pig-killing wine.

What comes with the white strips of meat is a bowl of dipping sauce. Lao Bao said that this bowl of dipping sauce is what Teacher Gu taught us to prepare. Please try it quickly.

Lao Bao said and started to demonstrate. He took a piece of meat and dipped one-third of it in the dipping sauce. Lao Bao and Zhang Xiangbei said, don't dip too much. If you dip too much, the dipping sauce will completely cover the aroma of the meat. .

Then Lao Bao put the meat into the small bowl in front of him, folded the meat in half with chopsticks, and put it in his mouth.

"Try it, Boss Zhang and Boss Wu, give it a try," Lao Bao said.

Zhang Xiangbei and Xiao Wu both imitated the old bag, sandwiched the meat, dipped it in the dipping sauce, folded it in half, and put it in their mouths. They suddenly felt that their tastes were separated. They tasted the aroma of the meat and the dipping sauce. The aroma of the meat, the dipping sauce enhances the aroma of the meat, and the aroma of the meat makes the dipping sauce even more special.

Chewing and swallowing the meat, I felt that there was still a lingering fragrance in my mouth, and it was very moist and smooth. It was indescribably comfortable. When I just picked up the meat, Zhang Xiangbei still had thoughts of the pig he had just killed. The scene, the howling of the dying pig, still made his head hurt. When he picked up the meat, he had almost no appetite, but as soon as the meat was in his mouth, his appetite was greatly increased.

When Zhang Xiangbei and Xiao Wu were picking up the meat, everyone at the table stopped with their chopsticks and looked at them, as if they were a group of students handing the exam papers to the teacher, watching the teacher mark the papers with some trepidation.

"It's delicious, this pork is so delicious!" Zhang Xiangbei looked at Lao Bao and said.

Everyone seemed to relax and then started laughing.

"Come on, Boss Zhang, have a drink, Boss Wu, eat meat, eat meat." Lao Bao greeted them.

Tables and bowls of pig offal porridge were served, and Gu Gong followed him and sat down at the seat reserved for him. Everyone must try the porridge newly cooked by Gu Gong. Lao Bao gave it to Zhang Xiangbei and Gu Gong. , Xiao Wu and the Pig Butcher filled a bowl and invited everyone to come. The others also quickly filled a bowl, tasted it, and cheered in unison.

The consultant asked Zhang Xiangbei how he was doing?

Zhang Xiangbei was stunned there, and after a while he said: "It's so delicious! Even better than the one in Shawan!"

"Of course." Gu Gong said confidently, "Not only is the pork offal fresher, but the pork offal is also better. In Shawan, where can you find Jinhua Two-headed Crow?"

Zhang Xiangbei shook his head and said: "If Fatty Sun and Zhou Ruoyi knew that we came to eat such delicious pig offal porridge without bringing them, they would kill me."

Gu Gong smiled and asked: "If President Zhou comes, do you think she can still eat pork after seeing the scene just now?"

Zhang Xiangbei and Xiao Wu both laughed, and Zhang Xiangbei said, "This is a dilemma."

"It doesn't matter. When our cold chain truck goes back tomorrow, I will make it for Mr. Zhou, Mr. Sun and Mr. Wu to try. The taste will not be bad." Gu Gong said.

"Teacher Gu, you must teach me how to make this porridge." The pig-butcher said to Gu Gong, "Tomorrow I will go to someone else's house to kill pigs. If people know that Teacher Gu is here today, they will definitely ask me if Teacher Gu has any Teach me how to make delicious food and tell some stories."

Gu Gong said cheerfully: "Okay, I will write the porridge recipe for you later."

"Teacher Gu, we are killing pigs today. Do you have any stories about pig killings?" someone asked during the dinner.

"The story about pig killing?" Gu Gong pondered for a while and said, "The most famous story about pig killing is Zeng Zi's pig killing. Zeng Zi was a student of Confucius. It was said that one day, Zeng Zi's wife was going to the market. Her son cried and wanted to follow him, but Zengzi's wife coaxed him and said, "You wait at home, and when I come back, I will kill a pig for you to eat."

“When Zeng Zi’s wife came back from the market, she saw Zeng Zi grabbing a pig and wanting to kill it. Zeng Zi’s wife quickly said, ‘I was just talking to the kid, why did you kill it?

"Zengzi and his wife said that a child cannot be deceived. If you lie to him, you are teaching him to lie. If a mother deceives her son, the son will not believe his mother. This is not a good way to educate children. Zengzi's wife has nothing to say. So Zengzi killed the pig and cooked a pot of meat for his son to eat."

When Gu Gong started telling a story, even the people at the next table stopped eating and drinking, and turned their heads to listen. After Gu Gong finished speaking, someone at the next table shouted:

"This Zengzi must be a fool. He would kill a pig for just one sentence. If his wife told his son to go and die, would he really bury his son?"

Gu Gong laughed and said, "You said burying your son. Someone has done it before. Guo Ju did it. Guo Ju was from the Jin Dynasty. He said that his family was very poor. He had an old mother and an The old mother loved her three-year-old son very much and gave him food every day, while she was hungry every day.

"Guo Ju is very filial. When he saw this situation, he discussed it with his wife. He said that it was not an option for his son to fight with the old lady for food every day. If our son is gone, we can still have children, but there is only one mother. Either we Bury your son so that the old lady can have enough to eat every day.

"His wife had no choice but to leave it to him. Guo Ju found a place and wanted to dig a hole to bury his son. When he dug two feet deep, he found a jar of gold. Of course, his son did not need to be buried. From then on, their family not only lived a good life, Guo Ju’s reputation for being filial to his mother also spread.”

"No, no, Teacher Gu, are you making this up?" said the pig-butcher, "Since there is not enough food, this Guo Ju should bury his wife and himself. A three-year-old child can eat it." How much food? It’s not as much as adults.”

Gu Gong smiled slightly and said: "The story of Guo Ju burying his son can be found in "Sou Shen Ji" by Qian Bao of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, "Taiping Guang Ji" in the Song Dynasty, "Twenty-Four Filial Piety" by Guo Jujing in the Yuan Dynasty, and "Zhangde Mansion" in the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty. It is recorded in books such as "Chronicles of Zhangde Prefecture" and "Chronicles of Zhangde Prefecture" is like the current "Pujiang County Chronicles". Guo Ju is from that place. Do you think it is true or false?"

The butcher was stunned.

"Is it recorded in the county annals? It seems to be true." Lao Bao said.

Gu Gong continued: "The story about Zengzi killing pigs mentioned earlier was written in "Han Feizi·Wai Chu Shuo Upper Left·Shuo Liu", and it is also in the book. Do you believe it or not?"

Everyone looked at each other in shock. According to everyone's simple thoughts, it was impossible not to believe what the book said.

"But these are indeed made up. Even if they are written in the book, they are also nonsense."

Gu Gong said: "There are many such fabricated stories in Chinese history, such as Kong Rong giving pears, Sima Guang smashing a vat, Cao Zhi's seven-step poem, etc., they are all fabricated. I have researched them before, and these things are all fabricated. None of them are credible. One thing they have in common is that their stories are all educational, but another common feature is that they cannot withstand scrutiny and there is no corroboration from contemporaries.

"As mentioned before, Zengzi slaughtered pigs. Whose book first appeared in it? Han Feizi. How many years did Han Feizi live away from Zengzi? More than two hundred years.

"In the past two hundred years, at that time, the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, there were a lot of written materials left. It stands to reason that if there was such a thing, Zengzi's contemporaries would record it, but there was none, not one, until Han Feizi was the first to write it more than two hundred years later. Do you think it is credible?

"Also, according to common sense in life, if Zengzi's wife goes to the market, her son must go with her. Even if his wife wants to coax the children, she will not tell her son that she will come back to kill pigs for you. She must mean that from now on Bring him delicious food from the market, right?

"Even killing a chicken is better than killing a pig. How big a pig can be killed by Zeng Zi himself? No need to hire a pig butcher? Like the pig butchers, two people can kill a pig. It’s not easy. Zengzi can kill pigs by himself? Is he Wu Song? If his son wasn’t stupid, he wouldn’t believe it. Are you right?”

Everyone laughed and nodded frequently, feeling that what Gu Gong said made sense. Zhang Xiangbei finally understood why Gu Gong was here and everyone called him Teacher Gu.

Gu Gong said: "These are all lies, and the liars are very serious about what they say. By naming a person, they make other people believe that what they say is true, but they cannot stand the test, just like what is being uploaded on the Internet now." Most of the things Lu Xun said were not said by Lu Xun. Many people believe it if they pretend to be Lu Xun."

"By the way, Pig Killer." Gu Gong turned to Pig Killer and said to him: "Not to mention other things, just the ghost stories from several villages around here. Many of them are about ghost stories when you go to kill pigs at night. Yes, you have a nose and eyes, butcher, have you ever seen a ghost?"

Everyone laughed, and the butcher scratched his chest hair with his hands and laughed.

"I just saw a big-headed ghost!" said the Pig Killer.

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