Xu Ning didn't know about Jiang Jiahao, and even if he knew about it, he probably wouldn't take it seriously.

She actually didn't hate Jiang Jiahao. After all, she made it herself to be able to reach that point in her previous life. Flies don't bite seamless eggs. If she hadn't come forward to the other side, and even thought about clinging to her, it wouldn't have changed so much about her life trajectory.

In the final analysis, the cause is still her, and she has the face to blame others.

But that's good. As long as Jiang Jiahao doesn't return to their village, Xu Ning will probably spend a happy girlish age in this quiet little village.

On New Year's Day, Xu Ning put the prepared dumplings out of the pot and also filled two large sea bowls separately.

"Dad, I'll send it to Grandpa to the medicine tonight." Xu Ning said to his father who was doing carpentry work.

What Xu Jianjun was going to make was a small wooden bed for babies. The crib used by Xu Ning back then was also made by Xu Jianjun, but it has been more than ten years, and I don’t know when it was broken and burned.

After taking a look at the dumplings in the two big bowls, Xu Jianjun put down his slap and went to wash his hands, "The amount is large, I'll go with you."

"Okay."

The dumplings are very large, and the rest of them can eat two or three meals. Uncle Lao Yao doesn’t have a cooking meal at home. Although some people in the village invite him to eat at home on such festive festivals, Uncle Lao Yao rarely agrees. Unless someone gets married for a wife and daughter to attend the funeral, Uncle Lao Yao will bring some gifts to have a meal.

The father and daughter came to Lao Yao's house and saw the old man fiddling with dried medicinal herbs in the house. When they heard the sound, they turned their heads and saw Xu Jianjun's father and daughter, with a loving smile on their faces.

"Why are you two here?" He said, looking at the cloth bags they were carrying, "Send dumplings?"

"I knew you were too lazy to cook alone. After Ningning finished cooking, let me bring it with her." Xu Jianjun opened the bag. There was a big bowl of dumplings inside, which were naturally made of cabbage and pork. "Don't be busy at first, eat it while it's hot."

It seemed that he was used to the actions of the father and daughter. The old man didn't say anything politely declined. He just looked at the dumplings full of two large bowls in front of him, and his beard was shaking with smiles. "There are too many gifts. I have prepared food in the kitchen. I am still willing to work hard during festivals. Don't worry about me."

The two of them also knew that Uncle Yao was not short of money for spending, but an elderly man was Xu Ning's enlightenment teacher in medicinal materials, so she was naturally willing to take care of herbs.

"We didn't give medicine to Grandpa every day. Isn't this a coincidence?" Xu Ning smiled with his little face raised and said, "I made it all, so you can eat more."

"Okay, Ningning benevolent."

After making a bowl, the father and daughter chatted with the old man for a while. After the old man had almost the same food, they stood up and went home.

Naturally, their family was in a hurry to wait for dinner, but when they thought about letting the old man sit here to eat dumplings on New Year's night, it would be uncomfortable no matter how much they thought, and it would not take long for him to spend more time with him.

Uncle Lao Yao is not a slow person, but on the contrary, he is very delicate in his heart, so he naturally knows what Xu Jianjun and his daughter think.

"Old woman, this is the dumpling made by Ningning's child. You can try it too." He whispered to the empty room. Although he knew that people died like a lamp, he at least had a thought in his heart, "I'm doing a good life, I just miss our son, but it's good news that there was no news over the years, it's not that he must be alive..."

After the New Year, many people in the village were preparing to start slaughtering pigs. In this era, there was only a freezer in the supply and marketing cooperative of the village chief’s family in their village. The private individuals couldn’t afford such high-end household appliances. But now in the middle of winter, there was a natural freezer outside. A piece of pork was placed outside and it would be frozen hard overnight.

The Chinese New Year will be more than a month away, and the rest of the New Year goods may be purchased later, but every household starts purchasing pork, buying it back to feed sausages, making cured meat, etc.

Seeing this, the old lady thought that she might as well kill a pig first, otherwise the sausage would not be able to catch up. She didn't order this extra dish during the Chinese New Year, and always felt that something was missing.

After discussing with my wife, everyone in the family agreed. Grandpa Jiang's family next door also thought it was good. They said that after the killing, they asked their family to leave some sausages, and when the other pig was slaughtered at the end of the year, they would leave half a fan for them.

In fact, Grandpa Jiang wants so much, he can't finish it himself, and it's mainly for giving it to others.

I feel relieved that the pigs I slaughtered at home are not.

On the third day of New Year's Day, Xu Ning, who was not in school, saw two men coming to his family, one middle-aged man and the other young, a butcher in their village. The family background can be said to be better than Xu Ning's family. The father and son specialize in this business. They go around the streets and alleys all year round to kill pigs. Some families will sell the remaining pork to them a little cheaper after slaughtering pigs. After all, there are seven or eight households in the countryside now, and it is not easy to sell in the village. No one has the opportunity to sell pork from streets or in the market. Besides, if you sell it to the father and son, you won't lose money.

"Oh, my aunt's pig is not small." The middle-aged man praised him when he saw the two pigs in the pigpen, "Features must be very good."

"Da Shuanzi is serious?" The old lady looked at these two pigs very importantly. After all, she was feeding them all for a whole year.

"It's not so. I've been killing pigs for twenty or thirty years, and I still have this little bit of vision." Xu Baoshuan was telling the truth, "Which one do you want to kill, aunt?"

The old lady stood at the door of the pigpen, looking at the two pigs inside, and was hesitant. After thinking for a while, she pointed to a pig inside and said, "Just that one, Shuanzi, you are killing here, I can't listen to their calls."

Xu Baoshuan knew it in his heart and laughed: "Okay, please go back to the house. When I killed the pig, I let the beast scream twice, and his technique was quick."

Xu Ning didn't think anything was wrong. He stood in front of the main hall and watched Xu Baosun and his son enter the pigpen and grabbed it, and then skillfully tied up the pig's four hooves.

Xie Zheng also heard the noise at home, changed his clothes and followed him. As soon as he stepped into the yard, he saw that his grandparents had already come.

Xu Jianjun found a large porcelain basin and placed it under the table to catch pig blood. Pigs are good things. There is almost no place to eat except for the things in the pig farm. The taste of stir-fried leeks with pig blood is also very good.

Xu Baoshuan's technique was indeed very quick. A pig-killing knife opened directly on the neck of the fat pig, and it fell into the porcelain basin like a waterfall. The pig was so thrilling that it was very powerful at the beginning. After the knife went on, there was no movement in a few seconds.

Xu Ning thought she might be scared before, but now she found that she was strangely calm. Although she felt it was a bit pitiful, she prefers to eat pork.

Then it was almost too late. The pig skin was peeled off by Xu Baoshuan after a few strokes, and finally the meat was divided and boned. For about an hour and a half, the pig became the pork in front.

The old lady came out when the big fat pig was gone and stood with Gao Xiulan and talked.

"Aunt, how many do you plan to keep?"

"Your Uncle Jiang and I have a half fan. Take the pig's head away. My family is too lazy to clean up. Keep the pig's trotters for Jianjun's wife to eat. I won't keep the pig's trotters anymore. I'll sell them all." The old lady had thought about it before, "I'll separate the pig's skin from your Uncle Jiang's house. It's the end of the year, so I'll cook a pig's skin and eat it."

"Okay." Xu Baoshuan called his son, and the two weighed the remaining pork. The weight of the whole pig was more than 240. Not to mention the pigs, the two families left almost 100 kilograms, and more than 110 kilograms of meat were sold to Xu Baoshuan, and the price was quite appropriate for the father and son.

However, Xu Ning was not satisfied with the price. You should know that the pigs in her family are different from those in other people's homes. In the second half of the year, the two pigs were basically in the space. How good the pork tastes is, you can tell by looking at the meat on the chopping board.

Unfortunately, she is a child. If she opens her mouth and asks them to give a price increase, she will probably be unhappy.

Besides, the current pork is only at this price. No matter how delicious it is, it is too high. You have to see whether people in the countryside can afford it. The highest standard of living in rural areas is to save money. It depends on the fruit harvest season every year. Flawed fruits are still sold very well, but they are cheap.

The old lady and Xu Jianjun probably meant this, so they did not ask for a price increase. Regardless of Xu Ning Space, the price given by Xu Baoshun was already very fair.

In the end, half a pig was sold for 70 yuan, and an average of one pound of pork was Xu Baoshuan and 55 cents were given. The remaining pig heads and pigs were also added to the water.

Xu Ning looked at the pile of pork with a calm look, which cost 70 yuan. He could only buy a few kilograms in later generations, but it was more than 100 kilograms here.

After killing the pig, Xu Baosun and his son packed up their things and prepared to leave.

The old lady said, "Don't Shuanzi eat pig-killing dishes at home?"

"I won't bother you anymore. There are two more families to go to kill in the morning. From mid-last month to the end of the year, I probably don't have much time to spare."

The old lady did not force her to stay, but just sent them to their father and son out of the house, she reminded her: "Sunzi, the pork in my aunt's house is different from other families. You have to keep some for yourself during the Chinese New Year. Don't blame me for not knowing you at that time."

When Xu Baosun's son heard this, he burst into laughter, "Don't worry, Grandma Xu, you have praised your pigs so much, we must keep some."

"That's good."

The old lady didn't care whether their father and son were really or fake. Anyway, she had already said that whether they did it or not was someone else's business.

After returning, the old lady asked Xu Jianjun to divide the pork and then weighed it. She simply sold it to Grandpa Jiang at the price of the pig. The old lady did not bargain and accepted it with a smile.

"It's 30 cents cheaper at this moment." The old man looked at the pork in front of him and was so happy that he couldn't see the eyes. Nowadays, if there is pork on every meal table, it would be a fairy's life.

"We both don't care about this. You go back and try it. I think it's good. We keep the New Year in the circle and don't sell it." Before we could eat it, the old lady knew that the pork tasted better than other people's homes. In the past six months, the family has been raised by the vegetables in the granddaughter's space. Xu Jianjun often said that the food in the cafeteria is getting worse and worse.

Gao Xiulan smiled and said, "How can I eat it? A pig is more than 200 kilograms, and a family of more than 100 kilograms. If you can't finish it, it will be broken. It's a pity to make all the bacon. Lao Jiang thinks it's not as delicious as fresh pork."

"That's because of the money." The old lady muttered, "I feel satisfied with the meat."

"It's not that." Gao Xiulan said: "But it's okay to separate. At the end of the year, Lao Jiang will give some pork to people he knows. There is no other New Year gift. Our conditions are just like this. It's too expensive to give."

The two old ladies talked for a long time and it was almost noon. Although the old ladies also kept the Jiang family at home to eat pig-killing vegetables, the old couple were busy going back to clean up the pork, and they probably would be busy until evening.

"Xiao Zheng, you can eat here."

Xie Zheng did not refuse and nodded in agreement.

At noon, Xu Ning made a stew with cabbage, radish, large slices of pork belly, and pig leg bones.

At the dining table, each person was holding a bowl, and was sweating profusely, and he was very satisfied.

"Grandma's pork is indeed different from what I bought." Xie Zheng felt that the pork tasted almost no fishy smell, but it perfectly retained the pork's deliciousness and chewiness. Not only was the soup delicious and mellow, but the bone marrow in the pork leg bones made him realize the taste. If it was made braised and vermicelli and fern roots were added, the taste would be more perfect.

The Xu family also discovered it, "But, you don't know how delicate grandma is to serve these two pigs."

Xie Zheng nodded. This is true. He eats finely and cleanses the pigpens frequently. He even tastes bathing pigs in summer. Pigs at other people's houses do not have this treatment.

The temperature is high in summer and the dirt is the easiest time to ferment, but the Xu family raises two pigs but there is no pungent smell at home. Think about other pigs, and you don’t have to enter the door. Even if you walk outside the wall, you can make people dizzy.

It is precisely because of this that his grandmother doesn’t like raising pigs, it’s too dirty.

On the first day of school, Xu Ning put two pounds of pork in his schoolbag and gave it to Zhang Meng when he came to school.

"I killed a pig in my family during New Year's Day and bring you some home to eat."

When Zhang Meng saw the pork in her hand, she was really stunned to be honest.

She has seen her farewell, but have she ever seen her classmates sending pork? And she is still at school.

"You often give me things, and I don't have anything to give you." Holding the pork, Zhang Meng knew that even if he returned it to Xu Ning, Xu Ning would try to let his subordinates go in a different way, so he simply didn't pretend.

"I didn't ask you to give me a gift again." Xu Ning glanced at her.

"But I feel sorry for always taking your stuff." She bit her lip and thought, "Why would I make you two pairs of cotton shoes, okay?"

"Okay." Xu Ning nodded. They now wear almost all cotton shoes made by their family members. They are comfortable and sweat-absorbent and warm. They are much better than the cotton shoes sold outside. However, some students who like fashion are unwilling to wear their own cotton shoes. Most of them have frostbite on their feet in winter, which is what they suffer.

Since singing operas and receiving rewards at the New Year's Day party, Xu Ning has become more well-known in the school, especially when class is over, the students passing by at the door of the classroom are almost rising in geometric shapes. Many of them come to pretend to be careless and look at Xu Ning, especially boys, among which 90%.

She is beautiful, talented, and now she is very good at studying. This kind of girl is particularly eye-catching wherever she puts it.

In contrast, the number of girls who don’t like Xu Ning or even hate Xu Ning is also rising.

However, this situation cannot make Xu Ning feel any emotional fluctuations. Whether before or after, her relationship with Zhang Meng is still very good, but Lu Xiaodie is added in between.

Because Lu Xiaodie is a likable person and doesn't like to form cliques, Xu Ning and Zhang Meng get along well with her.

After school in the evening, Zhang Meng returned home, took out the pork from her schoolbag and handed it to Zhang's mother.

Ma Zhang looked at her daughter, "Where did it come from?"

It looks like there are two or three pounds of meat, which is about two yuan. My daughter doesn’t have that much money in her hand, so it would be nice to have three or two cents.
To be continued...