At the beginning of the twelfth lunar month, my mother would nag that his father and Zhang's pig were killed, and Li's pig was also killed. Otherwise, ask him to come and kill our pig tomorrow, and the child will be greedy. The fat uncle who killed the pig became a celebrity at this moment, and it was always invited by the owner and accepted by the west. Dad looked at us happily and asked Uncle Fat with a smile.
Early in the morning, my mother cooked two cauldrons of water. I also got up early to help my mother insert firewood by the fire. Mother carefully told us not to talk nonsense, especially when eating, meat should be said to be the treasure of adults. I smiled. In this case, whenever I can remember, my mother tells me that it has been said for so many years, do I remember?
"Boiler, is the water boiling?" It's Uncle Fat's voice. He and one of his disciples came with a big wooden barrel, which is very similar to the boat they propped up in the movie Private Zhang Ga.
"Did you call the wok? Your daughter-in-law will be angry for a while. The water is boiling, just wait for your brother to be busy. " Mother answered with a smile.
"Well, here we go. Girl, go and call your dad. " Uncle Fat told me.
I found my father, who is wandering in the pigsty. I know that this big black pig was raised by my parents for a year, and he must be reluctant to part with it.
Uncle Pang shouted, "Kill the pig!" The aunt next door heard the news and came to help. Soon, the big fat black pig was lying in a boat-shaped barrel. Dad picked a load of steaming boiling water, and Uncle Fat and his little apprentice groped in the boiling water to get busy. I lie prone on the window of the back room, quietly watching this fiery scene through the glass.
In a short time, the black pig's hair gradually faded, and Uncle Pang took a sip somewhere in it with a water pump, and he saw it plump in a few minutes. Dad arrived in time with a ladder on his back, and the villagers shouted, "Good omen, step by step!" " In the midst of jokes, Uncle Pang put the separated pig on the ladder. The firecrackers sounded and the killing of pigs has come to an end.
Mother walked into the kitchen with the best piece of meat and silently prepared breakfast. Mom should be a little reluctant, I know.
Dad and Uncle Pang are weighing meat there. This piece is for his grandmother, this piece is his aunt's milk, and this piece is bacon ... It is a habit to send a little pig liver fat.
It's time for dinner. The aunts and grandmothers in the house, with greedy children, are all here. A room full of people is like a big glass of wine.
Mom stood by and said with a smile, all the pigs are fat this year, so you should eat more. The villagers joked that it was your craft. The pigs are fattened and the rice is cooked. Mom is happier.
"Mom, I want to eat meat." Shh, I was wrong again. "Mom, I want to eat Nianbao!" I said loudly.
"Oh, I forgot my girl." Mom obviously didn't hear me wrong.
At this time, the farmyard is full of happiness, the simplest happiness and the most primitive happiness. Looking back now, my heart is warm.
After killing Nian pig, the most hope is to make tofu.
Beating tofu is also a big project in the twelfth lunar month.
While the weather is fine, mother pours the soybeans out of the bag in advance to bask in the sun. Then discuss with the aunt and grandmother in the village and set a date to make tofu. There are many hands and feet to beat tofu, so it is best to do it together.
The night before, every household soaked soybeans in water. The next morning, men will go to the river to wash beans. The river is running water, and the things washed out are the cleanest. People in the village usually wash vegetables and wash rice here.
After washing, let go of the water head. My favorite thing is grinding beans in my wooden shed. Dad and uncle are grinding over there, and mom is sitting next to the beans. I will help my father grind the mill, and then I will help my mother grind the beans. Actually, it's all trouble, but adults won't scold us at this time. Naughty, we are still singing old riddles in our mouths. Thunder roared, raindrops fell and hoes were carried around. ...
After grinding the Zhang family, grinding the Li family, grinding the Li family and grinding the Wang family. Only this day is the most lively in the deserted woodshed in the past.
The Li family's is still grinding, and the Zhang family's has already begun to put bean buns. The ground soybean milk is still blank and needs to be hung around in a cloth bag. What comes out of the bag is fine soybean milk. What is left in the bag is bean dregs. Don't underestimate this bean dregs, it is very useful. You can make cakes, put them on the roof, and expose them to the sun at night to make them moldy. Then put it in a bowl, mix with hot sauce, scoop a spoonful of rice soup when cooking, put a little oil on it, and steam it with rice. That incense can't be written.
Aunt borrowed my pot to stir-fry the pulp, that is, poured the refined soybean milk into the pot to cook. Put a little plaster of Paris in the cooked soybean milk, and it will soon become mushy tofu brain. When women are frying, men have long used benches and doors, as well as large sheets to put together the places where tofu is pressed.
At this time, we will have a reward. No matter who owns the big bowl of tofu, we can drink enough. Adding a little fine sugar will make it less picky. After drinking a bowl, have another bowl, so you don't have to eat lunch. Adults say that children in rural areas can only drink tofu once a year, which is the most popular thing in cities.
Tofu brain put on clothes and fell asleep quietly in its "room" Adults also put stones and hammers on it. Are you afraid of being naughty and not at home? I asked my mother. The adults all laughed, which puzzled me.
Gently unbutton the clothes of tofu brain at night. Bring a clean kitchen knife, and my mother carefully strokes on a whole piece of tofu. Then, pieces of small tofu came out. The Zhang family brought baskets, the Li family brought baskets, and the tofu of each family was separated. The men and women carried it, and the children followed happily and went home. The woman will also say, I will send some firewood tomorrow. Mom smiled and said, folks, what are you talking about?
At the dinner table at night, every household has the same dish, and meat and tofu are cooked in a charcoal stove. The more you burn, the more fragrant, the more delicious and the warmer. If we have some old wine, the year seems to be getting closer and closer.
At the end of the year, I pulled some pieces of cloth in the street and invited an old tailor from another village to go home and make clothes for a few days. Whose tailor stays a few more days is the most arrogant kid, whose woman has the most face, and her husband makes money. When children put on new clothes and simple caviar cannons, the real New Year comes.