Pig Killer

Chapter 167

"The pig pancreas is in the backpack. Hang it on the beam outside the kitchen." Shen Hui'e looked at Da Chong and the others with her clear and bright eyes and said, "It's cold outside. It's okay to leave it there overnight." As for why it was hung on the beam, it was to keep away mice.

Although there is no fear of yellow ears at home, we are used to hanging them on the beams. Shen Hui'e will hang the uneaten steamed buns and steamed buns on the beams.

"I'll go, I'll go." Da Chong took the backpack, "It's quite heavy. What else is here besides pig pancreas?"

"Use the leftovers to make some lard." Shen Hui'e said to him with her bright eyes.

"Oh my! There's lard to eat again." The big tiger looked at her with a smile on his face.

"Hmm!" Shen Hui'e nodded with a smile.

"I'll go out and hang it on the beam." The big tiger went out excitedly with the backpack in both hands.

"Be careful, it's getting dark." Shen Hui'e said, looking at his back.

"Hey!" the big tiger responded with a smile.

The raccoon slave looked at his elder brother and said, "Mother, there are enough scraps here!"

"A lot! About thirty pounds!" Shen Hui'e said, looking at her with curved eyebrows.

"When it's ready, give some to your grandmother and your uncle and his family." Shen Hui'e looked at her with clear eyes and said.

"Can I eat it now? This is lard." The cat slave looked at her with some concern and asked.

"You can eat it after the mourning period." Shen Hui'e was stunned when she heard this, then she smiled and said, "You can add lard." She lowered her voice and said, "The stuffing of the buns we make is cooked with lard." She looked at her with a raised eyebrow and said, "Otherwise, how can it be so delicious?"

The raccoon slave said slyly, "I don't eat pork, so it's okay, right?"

"Probably not! We don't eat meat in large mouthfuls." Shen Hui'e blinked her innocent peach blossom eyes and looked at her and said, "No officials have come to our door yet." She snorted coldly, "This imperial edict only restricts us common people. I don't believe those nobles are so honest in mourning." She rolled her eyes gracefully and said, "Their food is exquisitely cooked, I don't believe there is no lard."

"Haha..." Upon hearing this, a bright smile appeared on the raccoon slave's face.

"Don't laugh." Shen Hui'e snorted and said sarcastically, "The nobles who are high above us cannot stand this grievance."

"Mother, the steamed buns are ready." Li Nu pointed at the steamer on the stove.

"No more talking, I'll eat first." Shen Hui'e stood up and said, "I'll do it! Don't get burned." She put two steamed radish-stuffed buns into a coarse earthenware bowl and poured the corn porridge into a clay basin.

That’s right, it’s a clay pot. A bowl definitely can’t hold it, so a clay pot is just right.

The big tiger came in and saw his mother washing the pot, and immediately said, "I'll do it, I'll do it. You eat first, otherwise it will get cold."

"Okay!" Shen Hui'e washed her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, taking the bun and starting to eat it in one bite.

Da Chong cleaned the big iron pot, poured two buckets of water into it, and boiled some hot water for washing later.

Shen Hui'e had eaten and drunk her fill, and the sky had completely darkened.

The stove is inside the house, and the fire in the stove is enough to illuminate the house, better than a kerosene lamp.

After the water heated up, Shen Hui'e and the others washed up and went to bed.

&*&

In winter, the sun rises late, so Shen Hui'e and her friends go to bed early and get up early.

Boil the leftover pork into lard and put it in a clay pot.

Once is new, twice is familiar. Shen Hui'e added rouge and powder to the pig kidneys, which not only tasted fragrant, but also filtered out the residue with pig pancreas and put it into the prepared mold, which made it smooth and flat in an instant.

"Wow..." The raccoon slave was amazed, "This pig pancreas is good."

"You can use it for washing hands, taking a bath, and washing hair. It smells delicious this time." Shen Hui'e took the pig pancreas and the mold and put it in the side room to dry.

Shen Hui'e didn't have a single day off, as people came to her one after another to ask her to butcher pigs.

For the next month or so, she kept slaughtering pigs, making sausages, and smoking bacon.

As for making lard from pig pancreas, she had to leave it to the children as she really didn't have time.

&*&

On this day, Shen Hui'e was slaughtering a pig as usual, and the police came to her door.

The officer looked at them with a dark face and said, "You are so brave to kill pigs during the national mourning period." His eyes fell on Shen Hui'e and said, "Madam, you are the butcher, what crime should you be punished for?"

The farmers present were frightened by the serious tone of the official.

Shen Hui'e stepped forward and saluted, then said slowly, "Sir! The pig farmer is slaughtering pigs, so I am here to slaughter pigs. I am not selling them."

"You didn't sell it?" The officer looked at her in disbelief.

"No! How dare I disobey the imperial order!" Shen Hui'e said to the official with fear and trepidation.

"Why are you killing the pig if you don't want to sell it?" The officer looked at her suspiciously and then looked at the half-cut pig.

Pork cannot be stored for a long time in this weather.

"Raising pigs now wastes food every day. It's better to kill them and pickle them so they can be stored for a longer time." Shen Hui'e looked at them calmly and said.

The farmers present gradually calmed down from their panic as the officer and the butcher woman asked and answered questions.

"Sir, we made sausages and smoked bacon." The farmer said boldly, pointing to the next yard, "You see, those are sausages hanging on the shelf."

The officers pretended to look in the direction of his finger. Since they came to investigate, how could they not know that the pork was not sold at all.

"No killing is allowed during the mourning period." The officer looked at them with a stern face.

The farmers were frightened by these words. What should they do?

Damn it, this is not over yet. Shen Hui'e clenched her fists and said with a smile, "Sir, Sir, we are not just killing ordinary animals. This smoked pig head is for sacrifice..." She took two steps back and knelt down directly, "To commemorate the wise and powerful emperor. It was he who ended the disputes among the countries, brought peace to the world, and allowed us to farm with peace of mind."

The officer was so frightened by her kneeling that he knelt down in fear and trepidation, not even caring about the dirty water flowing from the pig slaughter.

The farmers present also knelt on the ground.

Shen Hui'e's dark eyes flickered slightly. It was good to be afraid. She cleverly said, "Please ask the officials to offer the smoked pig's head in the government office for sacrifice. This will also show our sincerity."

The official was stunned when he heard this, and shouted in applause, "Okay, okay! I will definitely tell the county magistrate about your sincerity." He bowed his hands in the direction of the county government.

The farmers were also smart. They quickly brought the smoked pig heads from their homes and presented them to the officials as a gift.

Five or six officers held the pig's head and walked away contentedly.

Shen Hui'e let out a long sigh, finally leaving. She looked at the farmers and said, "Are you all right?"

"Fortunately."

"Pig-killing lady, you are so brave to talk to them."

"That's right! I saw that they couldn't even speak."

"I am so scared that I am shaking all over. What if I don't tell them? If I don't tell them, they will accuse me of this crime and I won't be able to bear the consequences." Shen Hui'e said, patting her chest.

"The police took the pig's head, so we can just kill the pig and it will be alright!"

"It should be fine now, but I hope you won't blame me for taking the initiative and giving the pig's head to the officer!" Shen Hui'e said to them nervously.

"Don't blame anyone, don't blame anyone." The farmers shook their heads.

"I lost the pig's head but saved most of the pork. I didn't have to go to jail. I was very lucky."

"Yeah!"

"Thank goodness the butcher lady is so smart, otherwise we really don't know what to do."

"Let's continue slaughtering the pig." Shen Hui'e took a deep breath and looked at them and said gently.

Shen Hui'e returned home as the sun set and told the children what happened today. The children were stunned.

"Mother, you won't get caught if you go to the countryside to kill pigs again, will you?" said Li Nu, holding her arms tightly with both hands.

"It's okay! I'm afraid this pig head will have to pay tribute to the officials." Shen Hui'e looked at them deeply and said.

"It's for memorial service, so it's reasonable." Li Nu looked at her with innocent eyes and said.

"Little fool." Shen Hui'e looked at her in astonishment and said, "Do you really think this is a memorial service for the emperor?"

"Didn't you say that?" The raccoon said, blinking his eyes like black grapes at her.

"Let me put it this way! When our family worships our ancestors, whose stomach ends up with the offerings?" Shen Hui'e said, staring at her belly.

"Ah!" Li Nu said, holding his stomach, "It went into my stomach." He looked at her with his eyes wide open and said, "Could it be that the officials ate the pig's head themselves?"

"What do you think?" Shen Hui'e raised her eyebrows and looked at her.

"I thought it would be shipped to the capital!" said the big tiger, looking at her with his black eyes.

"Although the royal family offers sacrifices of three kinds of animals, namely, Tailao, cattle, sheep and pigs." Shen Hui'e looked at them with deep and penetrating eyes and said, "But they are not lacking in the capital, so there is no need to transport them from our small place."

"Then they will eat this pig-headed official." The tiger looked at her with eyes wide open.

"Of course! We can still eat it." Shen Hui'e looked at them calmly and said, "The difference is that we can eat it now and wait until the national mourning is over."

"The mourning period has to be over at least!" Da Chong said, looking at her with his shining eyes.

"Who knows?" Shen Hui'e shrugged and said, "If they want to eat now, what can we do to them?" She smiled and said, "Let's not talk about this. As long as I can kill pigs, pickle pork, and reduce the losses of farmers, the officials will do whatever they want."

&*&

Three months passed quickly, and the days were almost the same, as if the initial waves had passed and the sea had calmed down.

The weather is too cold, everyone is staying at home for the winter!

Da Chong and his friends came back from their morning run as usual, and shouted excitedly, "A Niang, A Niang."

"Why are you so excited?" Shen Hui'e looked at them with clear eyes and asked, "What happened?"

"The grain shop owner is in trouble." Da Chong looked at her with a smile and said.

"What's wrong? Was the shop smashed?" Shen Hui'e raised her eyebrows and looked at him.

"Smash the shop?" Hearing this, the tiger shook his head and said, "No! He sold all his food and now has nothing to eat, so he is looking for food everywhere, but no one cares about him."