Chapter 1027: Scraping pig hair

If the pig in front wasn't still quietly bleeding, Lu Chuan would have almost laughed at this sentence—

Like, even if he wasn't used to it, he wouldn't be scared, right?

But looking at Song Tan's earnest and concerned eyes, he paused slightly, still trying to reverse his "Princess and the Pea" image:

"I lived in an urban village when I was little, very close to the market. My mother didn't have time to take care of me, so I spent the whole day there."

He looked at Song Tan, who was listening earnestly, and explained in more detail:

"Slaughtering pigs is rare, but the market starts very early. Sometimes when the streets are still in the misty fog, you would see the butcher smoothly dissect an entire pig."

That knife cutting meat was like sliding over silk. Watching it for a long time doesn't cause fear, but it does give rise to an inexplicable sense of awe.

And the reason Lu Chuan could write delicate and good stories was closely related to the fact that he had observed millions of people in the market.

"And slaughtering chickens and sheep... I've seen quite a lot."

"Oh." Song Tan was relieved and turned back.

Watching the butcher tie the opening of the pig's trotters tight, with a command, he huffed and puffed, using force to pump the air pump up and down.

"You don't know either, let's watch first."

"Aunt, children's affairs depend on fate..."

Once he said that, everyone around laughed quietly.

"Look at you! The child is so old, why don't you worry a bit? That young man is so handsome! I just asked Tan Tan, and she brushed me off."

"Actually, this pig is fat, so there's no need to be as strenuous as in the past when scraping pig hair—in the past, pigs didn't have enough to eat, they were thin, and the folds under the skin couldn't be stretched, so if you didn't blow them up, you couldn't scrape the pig hair clean."

And Qin Yun and He Kuang couldn't say it was their first time seeing pig slaughtering in the countryside, but they hadn't encountered it for many years. At this moment, they stood by and watched with great interest, watching the traditional rural way of slaughtering pigs.

As for He Kuang... he had lived in the city since he was little, and his opportunities to go to the countryside could be counted on one hand, so this kind of scene was really a first, otherwise why would he be so actively squeezing in?

"Not to mention anything else, even if you don't have money, plowing the fields would save you an old yellow ox!"

And as air was blown under the pig skin, the huge body slowly swelled up.

Hearing the Eldest Aunt speak at this moment, Song Tan turned her head and laughed:

But she had been so busy all year that her feet didn't touch the ground, and the child was either throwing money here or earning money there, so how could she take care of that!

"Since Tan Tan looks so good, she can't really find someone ugly, right?"

The Eldest Aunt and Shao Lun subconsciously followed behind, and seeing that people had already entered the house, she slapped Song Tan's back hard:

Basic work had also been assigned, and what could be done at this moment was related to the pig.

"What is he doing cutting an opening in the pig's hind leg?"

"Why is he poking an iron rod into that opening in the hind leg—oh, I remember! To create a gap in the skin, later they're going to blow air into it. I don't know if they're using an air pump or blowing with their mouths?"

Song Tan was somewhat hesitant.

"Scraping pig hair is also very simple, you try it later."

He Kuang curiously took it over.

"Alright!" The butcher waved his hand: "Interesting, right? Come, I'm going to scrape the pig hair, you watch, if you can do it, you can scrape it too. There are still several pigs waiting over there."

In a short while, the sound of pumping and the dull thud of wooden sticks hitting the pig intersected. Very soon, the pig's whole body was swollen round.

Only then did I see that the air pump was also an antique of who knows how many years—after all, in this day and age, you couldn't even find people riding bicycles in the village.

"That's for scraping pig hair, blowing it round makes it easier to handle."

"Young man, don't be a stranger... Very good, very good. Can you lift it? I'll do it with you."

Before he could react, he saw him already skillfully pick up the basin and walk toward the kitchen, while also asking:

The uncle on the side explained to him in the local dialect:

However, before she could give instructions, she saw Lu Chuan already step forward two steps and say to the Eldest Aunt, who was preparing to lift the basin with Song Tan:

"Should I put it here?"

"What is this for? A ritual after slaughtering the pig?"

At the same time, he explained to the young man:

Qin Yun wasn't seeing it for the first time, but he had rarely encountered it since college.

He looked at Song Tan, his gaze very focused: "But this is also a bit uncomfortable, you probably won't laugh at me—why don't you arrange some other work for me before the several pigs are finished slaughtering."

Huh?

Only then did I see that the pig blood was already dripping, gradually drained clean. The Eldest Aunt squatted in front of the basin, stirring constantly, already feeling pleasantly surprised by the amount of blood from the fat pig.

"Huh?" Song Tan was also stunned.

Lu Chuan smiled, that unique infectious power, like clouds opening and rain clearing, made the Eldest Aunt and Song Tan freeze for a moment.

People say a niece is like her aunt... it really is true!

That basin of pig blood was really heavy, and the other party was wearing a light blue shirt; if it got dirty, it couldn't be washed.

While watching, they were also discussing it heatedly:

Song Tan paused, then laughed out loud.

"Aunt, I have strength, let me move it."

There were still three pigs over there that hadn't been lifted down.

And above her head, Lu Chuan's voice came again: "However, you're right, it is a bit uncomfortable."

While speaking, he also sighed with admiration:

The butcher felt it was nothing special: "If your lung capacity is enough, you come and blow it! If there's an air pump, why not use it, are you stupid?"

"And he's diligent, and has strength! Look, we have to lift such a big basin, he just picks it up with one hand, so easy!"

That tone, is that not exactly Wu Lan's tone?

Over there, he waved at He Kuang: "Come, come, come, you two from the big city haven't seen this, right? Just right, help me with the air pump."

Once he said that, He Kuang became even more interested, and used the air pump even harder.

Watching everyone burst into laughter—they really are young men, that energy is endless!

The two whispered, making everyone around laugh: "Is it your first time seeing a pig slaughtered, young man?"

"What fate are you talking about!" The Eldest Aunt looked down on their hesitant appearance:

The Eldest Aunt was stunned for a moment, then her eyes looked at Wu Lan, and it was meaningful:

"Just tell me, half our lives have passed, have you ever seen any fate as handsome as this young man!"

It's strange, before, when Tan Tan went to work every day, the couple worried about her marriage.

But the butcher still felt it wasn't enough, and at this moment, he kept hitting it with a prepared piece of wood.

"No need."

Lu Chuan said he had other things to do, and when he turned around, he really went back up the mountain. ===== CHAPTER 1028 =====