Chapter 670: The 1950s Motherhood System (27)

"Thank you, Uncle Weimin, but I've already made arrangements," Xie Yang said simply.

Those present subconsciously assumed the Women's Director had helped her contact a buyer; after all, town workers had no place to raise pigs, and as the year-end approached, they naturally came to the countryside to buy pork if they wanted to eat more of it, so they didn't ask further.

Next was stewing the "pig-slaughtering feast" using pig blood, offal, miscellaneous bones, sauerkraut, vermicelli, and fried tofu puffs.

Two stoves: one for steaming mantou, the other for steaming the pig's head.

The white, plump, blooming mantou were the staple food for the day, while the pig head meat would be distributed shortly to those who had come to help.

Xie Yang also gave the pig butcher a separate red envelope, plus a bottle of sorghum liquor. She gave his apprentice a package of pastries.

By the time everything was finished, it was already two or three in the afternoon.

This was the first time she had experienced slaughtering a New Year pig without taking a Physical Fitness Potion, and it was indeed much more tiring than before.

Fortunately, she was quite diligent in her daily practice, and her Nine Heavens Mysterious Maiden Technique had already broken through to the second level, so this bit of fatigue was bearable.

After sending off the last person who helped, Xie Yang began the deep cleaning.

Carrying a bucket, she went in and out several times to first sweep the pig-slaughtering site.

Actually, before everyone left, they had already helped her shovel away the blood-stained snow; the little bit of blood that had seeped into the ground would be mostly gone once the snow melted.

But as a martial artist with keen senses, she could still smell it, let alone the wild beasts in the mountains. If they followed the scent of blood to her door, it would be troublesome. She preferred to go to the trouble of covering the bloodstains with snow and then pouring a basin of hot water to clean the blood away completely.

Then she cleaned the pig pen and feeding trough, placed a few pots of flowers and plants with excellent deodorizing effects to freshen the air in the pen, and waited until after the New Year to raise two more.

After finishing these tasks, the sky had darkened.

Xie Yang chopped a pig trotter, stewed it with trotters and beans, and enjoyed her dinner leisurely with the leftover mantou from noon.

Once full and satisfied, it was completely dark. At this hour, no one would usually come by, so she bolted the courtyard gate and returned to the kitchen to start portioning the meat.

The two pigs yielded a total of 385 jin of net meat.

Xie Yang kept 20 jin for herself, and for the remaining 360 jin, she divided it into 180 portions of 2 jin each.

To each portion, she added 20 jin of fine grains, 20 jin of coarse grains, and 10 jin of fruits and vegetables, delivering them to the first 180 families of martyrs on the list who were living in hardship.

The pork was distributed, followed by the fish—

The 10 jin of large grass carp harvested were cut equally into four pieces; the pieces with the head or tail were 3 jin each, and the two middle pieces were 2 jin each.

The 2-3 jin crucian carp were not divided, but given one per household.

In this way, the combination gift packages of fish, grain, and fruits and vegetables were delivered to another 400 martyr families.

The fish was also distributed, so next, eggs were used as a substitute.

Ten eggs per portion, with the grain and fruits and vegetables remaining the same.

Once the eggs were finished, only grain and fruits and vegetables were distributed.

The above was only a consolation for the martyr families living in particularly difficult circumstances.

For those whose lives were relatively manageable, Xie Yang delivered tropical fruits or off-season produce that were hard to buy on the market, such as fresh lychees, fresh longans, mangoes, watermelons, and cantaloupes.

Since there were many such people, she couldn't divide much, so Xie Yang gave each family one jin or one piece of fresh fruit as a gesture.

This year, it could only be like this.

Once she unlocked the Breeding Farm Module and engaged in non-stop rotation of planting and breeding, by this time next year, she would strive to give every martyr family a grand gift package complete with meat, vegetables, eggs, and fruit.

In fact, after she delivered a large batch of grain in the spring, the number of casualties had already decreased significantly compared to historical data. But war was inherently cruel, and what she could do was extremely limited.

As for whether the state would issue pensions to these martyr families... even if there were arrangements, considering the current severe shortage of supplies, even if there were plans, it would be impossible to comfort so many people, so it could only be made up for later.

But for those martyr families who had lost their family pillar, the present was the most difficult time.

If Xie Yang hadn't bound the Farm Game System, even if she wanted to help, she wouldn't have been able to conjure up so much grain.

It was precisely because of the Smart Farm, especially the Smart Vegetable Garden, that each plot yielded at least 200 jin of grain. She had two plots rotating rice and wheat, and three plots rotating coarse grains like corn, sweet potatoes, and potatoes. With a total of five plots rotating non-stop, it meant at least 30,000 jin of grain entered the warehouse every month.

From spring until now, she had stockpiled nearly 300 tons.

There wasn't enough meat to go around, but the grain and vegetables were sufficient.

After Xie Yang finished portioning, she stored them in the Aircraft Cargo Hold and had the Main System deliver them according to the list, while she began to process her own New Year goods.

Of the twenty-some jin of pork, she had 5 jin of pork fat to render into lard; 10 jin of front leg meat to stuff sausages; she kept two pieces of beautiful pork belly, about 2 jin each, to sun-dry for cured meat, and hung up the rest to make red-braised pork and stewed fried tofu on New Year's Day.

She had planted one fen of soybeans on the Dry Land; after drying and weighing, it was only 25 jin, but in this era, the yield per mu for soybeans was generally quite low.

Of the 25 jin of soybeans, she selected the plumpest 1 jin for seeds, and from time to time, she would grab a handful of the rest, soak them until soft, and grind them to make tofu and soy milk.

This year for the New Year, not only did she grind her own tofu, but she also fried a pot of golden, precious fried tofu.

Fried tofu stewed with meat was a staple "hard dish" for the New Year in this era. Xie Yang naturally had to stew a pot of it as well.

The fruits, vegetables, and fish in the Farm Warehouse were basically all distributed, but they matured quickly, and the fish pond would be upgraded to level 2 in a day or two. By then, she could unlock black carp and mandarin fish; for the New Year, she would make scallion-oil mandarin fish, and kill a large black carp to chop up, marinate, and fry into smoked fish.

In two days, she would kill that rooster to make white-cut chicken. How could one not eat chicken during the New Year?

There were also the miscellaneous fish and small shrimp caught from the river and raised in the Smart Fish Pond, which had grown quite a bit during this time, especially the Green Shrimp, which had already spawned once. Taking a rice-washing basket and scooping it into the fish pond would yield quite a lot of small shrimp, which were especially delicious when made into shrimp paste.

Just as Xie Yang was humming a little tune while preparing the New Year's Eve dinner, the martyr families across the country also received the New Year gift packages she had the Main System deliver.

A small fishing village in the south—

"Grandma! Grandma! Come quickly! An immortal sent meat to our house!"

The six-year-old boy saw the pork, melons, and fruits that had suddenly appeared on the table in the main room, as well as the small pile of grain on the floor, and opened his mouth in surprise, subconsciously licking his lips: "So much meat, veggies, and melons!"

Ever since the boy's grandmother received the news that her son had sacrificed his life and her daughter-in-law had dumped her grandson back at the old home to remarry, she had cried until she went blind. Leaning on her cane, she groped her way out of the room: "What are you shouting about, Gouwa?"

"Grandma, it's really meat! If you don't believe me, touch it!" Gouwa stepped forward to support his grandmother and led her to the table, letting her touch a piece of pork belly weighing about 2 jin. After touching the meat, she touched the grain, wheat kernels, and sweet potatoes on the floor one by one.

"Grandma, there's also a big, bright red fruit! Gouwa hasn't eaten it before and doesn't know if it's good, but it smells sweet and fragrant! It must be delicious!"