Mu Laosan's youngest son Mu Dajun is three years younger than Luo Polu, so Luo Zhiyuan wants to call him "Uncle Yao".

Mu Dajun killed pigs at home today, and many neighbors came over to help or watch the fun. Although Mu Laosan said it lightly - now that life is better, and people in the village often eat meat, it is not that they can kill pigs at will.

It is either a major festival or a wedding and funeral season that will slaughter pigs and have a big banquet for guests. Today, the pigs are slaughtered entirely because of Luo Zhiyuan's arrival - Mu Laosan's family treated him and Tang Xiaolan as distinguished guests.

The courtyard where Mu Dajun lives is not far from the old house in Mujingshan. He passes through a small alley of more than 100 meters and arrives. At this moment, the door was full of children who were four or five years old who were not yet in school. They were playing with mud at the door, rolling around in iron circles, and a few people with earthen slingshots, focused on aiming at the sparrows on the ancient locust tree.

Seeing Luo Zhiyuan and Tang Xiaolan coming, the group of children came over.

Tang Xiaolan smiled and didn't know when he prepared a pack of fruit candy and distributed it at will, which caused cheers from many children.

The two followed Mu Laosan into the yard. Many villagers had gathered in the wide patio. Most of the women were watching, while several male laborers were helping Mu Dajun tie up the fat pig that screamed and struggled desperately.

Mu Dajun raised this pig for a year. If the Mu family had not had an indescribable emotion and awe for the Luo family, he would not have been willing to slaughtered. He would have been able to buy New Year's goods for the one hand, and on the other hand, he could also sell some money.

Mu Laosan introduced Luo Zhiyuan and the others to the surrounding villagers. Luo Zhiyuan had to say hello to the villagers one by one, and called him uncle and aunt a few words. Most of the villagers in the village were related to relatives. The surname Mu in this village was basically his grandfather Mu Jingshan's family. In other words, they can all be called his elders.

Many village women smiled and took Tang Xiaolan's hand, praising her, "This daughter is so handsome", "Zhiyuan has really found a good wife" - so many things, even if Tang Xiaolan "has been through the battlefield for a long time, she is calm and enthusiastic, she will inevitably be a little blushed.

Mu Laosan waved to Mu Dajun.

Mu Dajun walked over with a chuckling smile, "Zhiyuan, do you still remember Uncle Yao?"

"Uncle Yao, why don't you remember?" Luo Zhiyuan smiled and wanted to shake hands with Mu Dajun. Mu Dajun quickly retracted his hand, "I dare not, I just fiddled with a pig, it's so dirty."

"Zhiyuan, you and Miss Xiaolan are staying by the side, watch Uncle Yao kill pigs!" Mu Dajun turned back with a smile, holding a bright pig-killing knife in his hand.

"Kill the pig!" The villagers next to them also burst into laughter.

This shows the simplicity of the people in the mountains. Everyone is watching the fun and has the idea of ​​"get a piece of the pie". In the end, they can get a few pieces of meat to eat - of course, other people will also support them if they kill pigs.

Tang Xiaolan stood quietly beside Luo Zhiyuan, staring at several men who were split and wanted to kill pigs, with calm eyes.

Luo Zhiyuan glanced at her and said lightly: "Sister Xiaolan, if you think it's bloody, just stay in the house for a while and then come out after you're done!"

Tang Xiaolan chuckled: "It's okay, I'll watch the fun."

Luo Zhiyuan went silent. He knew that he could not judge Tang Xiaolan by the standards of an ordinary girl. This woman's inner strength was far beyond his imagination.

A very large iron pot was laid next to it, and half a pot of water was filled with blazing flames. The pig-killing knife that Mu Dajun held was more than a foot long. He leaned over to sharpen it on the whetstone. In fact, it was symbolic. The knife had been sharpened very sharply, and sharpening the knife before killing a pig was more like a ritual.

After everything was ready, the black pig was carried onto the low chopping board that had been prepared long ago by everyone.

"Hold it tight!"

Mu Dajun greeted several men who were helping, and then held his breath and stabbed the pig's throat with a bright pig-killing knife in his hand.

The blade was shining in the bright sunshine, and some timid peasant women couldn't bear to turn their heads over and dared not look again. Luo Zhiyuan didn't dare to look, but seeing a pig dying under the knife, he couldn't help but sigh, sighing at the helplessness and fragility of life.

Luo Zhiyuan clearly felt that Tang Xiaolan's breathing sound beside him became more rapid. He glanced at him sideways and saw that Tang Xiaolan's face had changed slightly. The flashing light in her eyes was enough to prove the tension deep in her heart.

Mu Dajun gritted his teeth and waved his knife, and went straight into the pig's throat, stirring it up with the flow. The black pig let out a hysterical scream of extreme high-pitchedness, blood gushing, and four hooves struggled desperately. If it weren't for the men who were prepared and tied up very tightly, they might have broken free.

This is the most tragic cry that Luo Zhiyuan has heard so far in his past and present lives. Even a pig is unbearable.

He suddenly felt his hand being held tightly by a soft and soft little hand, and the hand trembled slightly, full of wet beads of sweat.

Tang Xiaolan's face was pale, she turned her head away, and the tragic howling of pigs echoed in her ears almost made her faint.

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After he released blood, while the pig was not dead yet, Mu Dajun began to quickly cut one hole on the pig's two hind legs with a knife. Then he took an iron stick about two meters long, which was called "pig skewers" by the country people.

Pig skewers were inserted into the cutting holes of the two legs of the pig, and poked them into multiple parts of the pig's body under the skin. Then, Mu Dajun hit the pig's body with a wooden stick, knocked it for a while and then squatted down, pulled up the pig's legs, and his mouth was facing the incision, and his cheeks were bulging high, and he blew hard.

This is an important part of the mountain people kill pigs in their native ways - blowing pigs.

The purpose of blowing pigs is to expand the pig's body and facilitate skin peeling and hair removal.

All this made Tang Xiaolan see very strangely. The horror just now had already dissipated. Only then did she realize that her hand was still held by Luo Zhiyuan, so she subconsciously tried to break free, but Luo Zhiyuan held it tighter.

Tang Xiaolan blushed and shook her hard again, but Luo Zhiyuan's hand was like iron pliers. She had been working hard for a long time and was still motionless.

She pursed her lips tightly and said softly: "Let me go!"

Luo Zhiyuan stood there indifferently and tightened his hands again. Tang Xiaolan had no choice but to continue to move closer to him, and the two of them were almost close together. The sunlight spread down, and a faint red light was placed on the two of them. Tang Xiaolan simply stopped resisting and let him hold it. Looking at the playful smile of the peasant women around him, his face was as bright as clouds.

At this time, the pig blowing ended. With the help of several neighbors, Mu Dajun threw the whole pig into a pot of boiling water. The so-called dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water - a few men began to pick up bent handles and shovels to shave the pig's hair. After a while, the pig's hair was retreated in strands, and the black pig turned into a white pig.
Chapter completed!