Bai Fumei in the 70’s

As soon as they entered the door, there was a strong smell of blood. There are thick black blood coagulated on the ground. Two peasant women were scrawling and washing the floor with their buckets.

He Songbai walked in, and almost everyone stopped and looked at him in horror.1

He Songbai quickly said a secret signal, and the man who was holding a machete and splitting a pig heaved a sigh of relief and cursed, "Shunzi is so unreliable, let people come in randomly."

"Who are you?"

His tone is terrible because he was scared so much that he almost couldn't even hold the knife straight and cut his hand.

The slaughterhouse is still very tightly controlled. There are people guarding every checkpoint, from the top of the mountain to the end of the mountain. Only three or four pigs are slaughtered, but there are dozens of people watching the wind. In addition, the place is sparsely populated, and there are almost no strangers involved. But today, a stranger came in.

When you talk about Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived. Shunzi raised his head to the door and whispered, "This is a friend of brother Zhang. Master He, give you a face."

He Songbai asked, "Is Brother Zhang here? I'll come to discuss my livelihood with him."

He took out the cigarette tied around his waist and handed it to the strong man. The cigarette is from "Zhonghua" brand, and it is very expensive.1

The man confiscated it and pushed it away. He frowned and said unhappily, "What do you mean?"

He Songbai reported his name, "I am the second son of He family."

Seeing that he took the initiative to said his taboo name, this man's face is less rusty. He took the cigarette and said reluctantly, "Brother Zhang is not here today and went out to go fishing. Now I am in charge, and everything is the same with me."

A sip of water is money, and fishing for water means making money.

The man said contemptuously, "Why do you want to come here to make a living?"

He looked at He Songbai's body. He is more than tall but not strong enough. Looking at his appearance, he was afraid that he could not bear the work.

He put the machete in his hand into He Songbai's hand, "We don't lack any manpower here, what we lack is a pig splitter. See, there are five pigs that have not been cut, you divide them up. Bones to bones and meat to meat."

The man took the opportunity to stretch his waist. His muscles and bones made a rattling sound, "I've chopped four of them, and I'm tired. If you want to do it, then do it. Or leave if you can't do it. We don't want any extra people here."

He Songbai said quickly, "Of course."

He paused and asked humbly, "What is 'bone to bone and meat to meat', can you chop one end for me and let me learn from it?"

The man demonstrated it again, chopped a whole pig, and handed the sticky and dirty knife to He Songbai. "Chop, I'll go over there."

Slaughtering a pig is a hard job. After the slaughtering, two people dragged the pig to scald the hair, peel off the clean pig hairs and cut them with a big knife. The knife falls and the strong bones are separated. Takes out the pig's head and the hooves. The two ribs and the meat are slowly separated.

The process is not complicated, but it is very laborious. A sturdy and strong man will not able to bear slaughtering so many pigs every day. It takes a lot of effort, bitter and tired, it is easy to overwork and fall ill.

The remaining five scalded pigs were placed in front of He Songbai abruptly. He put on a rubber apron, put on long rain boots, and bent down to vigorously cleave the pig. More than two hundred kilograms per head, he moved and turned it by himself. The knife falls and the bones were scattered. Even after wearing protective clothing, pig blood splashed on him, and his hands were covered with stains.

Tie Zhu looked at him with mixed feelings, and his heart is extremely complicated.

He also helped He Songbai with his work, turning over the pigs for him, and supporting him.

After some time, He Songbai finished all the pigs. The whole person looks like he was fished out of the water, the sweat from his forehead fall continuously. His clothes are soaked and clung to his body.

Tie Zhu whispered, "This job is too tiring, too tiring."

This man was heard by the man, and he smiled, "I owed two thousand for famines back then, and worked here for three years, and have everything."

"If it's too tired then leave early. Life is really tiring," the man said.3

He saw He Songbai chopped the pigs, proving that he is a solid man who could endure hardships, and his face also has a rare pleasant look.

Liang Tiezhu couldn't help but take a look. Master He, who slaughtered the pig, took off his rubber apron, and he didn't wear a shirt. The two strong chest muscles on his naked chest trembled. He is fat and strong. In contrast, He Songbai is almost like a thin chicken.

This made it difficult for Tiezhu to imagine that his Brother Bai could stay here.

"If you are exhausted to earn this money. Is there a life to enjoy?" He persuaded He Songbai even more quietly.

He Songbai took off his clothes, squeezed his sweat, wiped his body, and said indifferently, "I want thirty kilograms of pork every day, not pig's trotters or pig's head."

"The tone is quite big." The man chuckled.

"You will come at 3:30 tomorrow morning, and you will get the goods after you chop four pigs every day."

"Deal." He Songbai responded without hesitation.

Liang Tiezhu really wanted to tie him away and beat him up.

What a rocket!1

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Zhao Lanxiang saw He Songbai back in the afternoon.

Like a wife, she went out to meet him with a fan in her hand, wanting to fan him.

But as soon as she stepped closer, she smelled a faint blood smell, and the man's clothes are stained with blood. Although he deliberately washed it with clean water, there are still indelible marks on his clothes.

She is terrified and quickly touched his body.

She said angrily and sadly, "Were you fighting again?"

"Isn't it right, can you not fight in the future?"

He Songbai reluctantly stopped the girlfriend from pulling away his clothes, and explaining, "This is pig blood. Not mine."

"I'm fine." He raised his hand and gave the woman a bunch of pork skewered with bamboo sticks.

"Pork, pork intestines and pork belly, you can take it and make something to eat."

Zhao Lanxiang took it, and it weighed approximately five pounds. Where do people eat so much meat in this kind of dog days? But after listening to the man, she smiled sweetly.