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Zhao Bing's home is in a col at the end of the mountain on Panshan Road, there is no longer an asphalt road, there is no longer a modern atmosphere, and the whole village is so desolate and barren even if it is covered in snow.

The village is dotted with dozens of lifeless houses, most of which are still decades-old stone and adobe houses, and only one or two are newly built red brick bungalows.

Zhao Bing's home is also a stone house, Zhao Bing's wife left early, he is an old widower, and his son Zhao Xiaobing has never married a daughter-in-law in his life, he is an old bachelor.

So this home makes people feel only cold and desperate when they enter.

There was no decent furniture at home, and Zhao Bing went out to the grave in the morning, so it was colder on the kang than the snow outside.

Zhao Bing seemed to be dozens of years younger all of a sudden, and his legs and feet were so neat that Tang Lin was chasing the snow. Originally, the old man asked Tang Lin to cook on the kang, but where was Zhao Bing willing, he was excited, ran back and forth, burned the kang, boiled water, and then discussed with Tang Lin in a whisper, "Chief, will you kill pigs?" I don't have a single piece of meat in the house, and there are two big fat pigs in the pigsty......"

Tang Lin didn't help him, but killing pigs was really an absolute technical job, he didn't say that he had never seen it, although his home was also a county seat, but compared to Zhao Bing's village, it was simply another world.

But he couldn't bear to refuse Zhao Bing's hot and turbid gaze, if he didn't help kill the pig, Zhao Bing would blame himself for the rest of his life, the old army commander came, he didn't let the old man eat a bowl of hot pork stewed vermicelli, what is it called?

He Zhao Bing is now capable of this!

So Tang Lin gritted his teeth in the dark and touched the pigsty, and then he was startled, the two pigs in the pigsty were very fat and big, which was in stark contrast to Zhao Bing's thin and withered body. Tang Lin's heart ached again, he knew that Zhao Bing must have fed all the food in the family to the pigs, because these two pigs and a few acres of barren land outside were the only means he relied on to make a living.

The big fire kang naturally has the benefits of the big fire kang, a few pieces of firewood stuffed into the stove will soon burn the buttocks, the old man is satisfied to sit on the kang head and drink tea, the worst quality tea, eat hawthorn, hawthorn on the hawthorn tree in Zhao Bing's backyard.

The laughter was hearty, "Haha, hahaha, yes, yes, you have a good place, yes, bunny!" ”

Zhao Bing was still excited and had no place to put his hands and feet, so he stood nervously on the ground, "Chief, you rest for a while, look at me, I forgot to find a cover to cover my feet!" ”

Zhao Bing said tremblingly, opened the mottled cabinet, and pulled out a large flower quilt from the bottom that had not been touched, with the big red word "happiness" on it.

"Don't be disgusted, chief, this bunk has not been lowered, and it was originally intended to marry my uncompetitive son to a daughter-in-law......"

The quilt was very thick and warm, and the old man did not refuse, even if his heart was iron, he could not bear to refuse.

"Don't worry, chief, there will be hot pork stewed vermicelli in a while!" Zhao Bing rubbed his hands excitedly, the old man had already brought in the cucumbers and tomatoes he brought, "Okay, okay, Lao Tzu will eat your pork stewed vermicelli." You give Lao Tzu pork, Lao Tzu invites you to eat cucumbers, tomatoes, come, sit down and eat. This is all grown by Lao Tzu himself, and it is delicious! ”

Where does Zhao Bing still have fresh vegetables to eat in the tenth winter wax moon, there is only a bunch of Chinese cabbage and radish in his vegetable cellar. Holding a tender green cucumber, before I ate it, the tears began to flow down again.

Then swallowed the dates, nodded vigorously, delicious, delicious!

But Tang Lin outside didn't have such good luck, he was carrying a rusty pig-killing knife in his hand, standing between two fat pigs who were obviously hostile to him, and it was very difficult!

Which one to kill first?

And a pig is at least 300 pounds, if you recklessly cut your throat and kill it, it's no problem at all, and it's okay to kill a polar bear.

But there must be a technique to kill, a knife to kill and bloodletting, or the pork will be wasted. All he knew in his mind was this, and he had only learned from going to the vegetable market to listen to the chats of other meat vendors when he was a child.

Anyway, it's not a job that one person can do.

After making up his mind several times, he not only did not kill the pig, but was also hit several times by more than 300 catties of pigs, making his body covered with pig feces and stench.

Fortunately, Zhao Bing, who had finished eating cucumbers at this time, ran out to help, and Tang Lin had to discuss with him in a whisper, "Old man, there must be a butcher who kills pigs in your village, right?" Can you call for help? I...... You asked me to kill people, but it's a bit difficult to kill pigs......"

When Zhao Bing heard this, he immediately slapped his head with remorse, "Look at me, look at me, I'm confused, how could the chief kill a pig?" Wait, I'll call immediately, the chief has worked hard, hurry up and wash your hands and go into the house to have a cup of tea! ”

Tang Lin had to carry the rusty pig-killing knife to correct him again, "Old man, I'm not the chief, I'm just a guard, call me Xiao Tang!" ”

Zhao Bing hurriedly waved his hand in fright, "No, that's not good, you are the old army commander's personal guard, and your position is higher than mine, you must be called, you must be called!" ”

Tang Lin suddenly lowered his face, "Old man, how can there be a difference between high and low revolutionary troops?" Only the division of labor is different, not to mention that you are a combat hero and you are a veteran, so you must call me Xiao Tang! ”

Zhao Bing finally gave in now, and immediately changed his voice embarrassedly and called Xiao Tang.

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Killing pigs is really not a one-person job, especially killing pigs at night, which finally lasted 1 hour, plus 5 big men in the village to kill this pig, of course, this is not a job to kill the pig's head or something.

Tang Lin spared no effort and worked blindly back and forth, so in the end, he was covered in pig dung and pig blood and a fishy smell, which looked very miserable.

Later, the old man who couldn't sit still in the house also came out to see the excitement, and when he saw Tang Lin's appearance, he couldn't help but scold, "Don't you kid even kill a pig?" You can't even eat the ready-made ones for you, get out of the way and look at Lao Tzu! ”

So the last stab was not made by the butcher in the village, but by the old man himself, for which Tang Lin saw a huge gap, and at the same time deeply admired it in his heart.

The old man likes to be lively, so he immediately got out of the pot after killing the pig, and the few men who helped didn't let him go, and there happened to be a country cook inside, which was the kind of family who had red and white ceremonies to help cook. The cook personally cooked for the old general from the city, and if nothing else, the old man's very rare warrior armored car could shock the whole village.

Everyone is speculating in their hearts, Lao Zhao Tou is blessed this time, how big an official is to drive this kind of car!

The old man brought good wine, the old man has a lot of good wine at home, and this time he brought 67 degrees of Hengshui Laobaigan, which is not expensive, but it is very catchy and enjoyable to drink.

In the words of the old man, it is better to drink cold water than to drink wine in the 30s!

The problem was that the old man's health care doctor strictly forbade him to drink. At this time, Tang Lin should have taken on this responsibility, but he didn't even persuade him, not only did he not persuade him, but he also drank with him.

How long can the old man be so happy in his life? How many more times?

In his heart, the old man who sits in the greenhouse vegetable patch every day and waits for death is not much different from Zhao Bing, who stands in front of his son's grave in the snowstorm and looks for death.

Drink, roar, be happy, old man!

But the old man who drank happily stood up and played with a big knife on the kang he could accept and enjoy, but the old man wanted to sing again, but he had to think of ways to stop it, because he was afraid that the whole village would have nightmares this night.

So he quietly leaned behind the old man and whispered, "Old man, let's sing tomorrow, or we will disturb the people!" ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, first nodded, and then kicked him directly from the kang to the kang with an unceremonious kick, "Get away, little rabbit, you just said that Lao Tzu sings ugly!" Roll to the root of the wall and think about it, and wait for Lao Tzu to finish drinking and then clean you up! ”

"Come on, little soldier, drink, leave him alone, keep drinking!"

But Tang Lin is not a fool, and now he is not afraid of the old man at all, his heart is hot, he did not go to the corner of the wall to think about it, but sat on the edge of the stove and happily roasted pig's trotters by himself.

He even thought about how romantic it would be if the female mayor was by his side at this moment, sitting side by side with him, gnawing on pig's trotters while roasting the fire!