Bai Fumei in the ’70s Chapter 38
Translated by Serena Love
As soon as they entered the door, there was a strong smell of blood. There is thick black blood coagulated on the ground. Two peasant women were scrawling and washing the floor with a bucket of water on their side.
He Songbai walked in, and almost everyone stopped and looked at him in horror.
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. He almost couldn't 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 each time, 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 suddenly 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, please give him a face."
He Songbai asked, "Is Brother Zhang here? I came 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.
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 name, this man's face is less rusty. He took the cigarette and said reluctantly, "Brother Zhang is not here today. He went out to go fishing. Now I am in charge, and everything is the same with me."
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Water is the euphemism for money. Fishing is near water, which 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 enough but does not look strong enough. Looking at his appearance, probably 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 killed four of them, and I'm tired. If you want to do it, then do it. Leave if you can't do it. We don't need any extras around here."
He Songbai said quickly, "Of course."
He paused and asked humbly, "I don't understand 'bone to bone and meat to meat'. Can you chop one for me and let me learn from it?"
The man demonstrated how to chop a whole pig for him.
Slaughtering a pig is a hard job. After each kill, two people dragged the pig to scald the skin, peel off the pig hairs and cut them with a big knife. When a man's knife falls, the strong pig bones are separated. Then he took out the pig's head and the hooves, then the two ribs. Finally, slowly separated the meat.
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.
After he finished, he handed the sticky and dirty knife to He Songbai. "Chop, I'll go over there."
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. His whole body looks like he was just fished out of the water. Sweat from his forehead falls 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 strong man, and he smiled, "I owed two thousand for famines back then. I worked here for three years, and paid off everything."
"If it's too tired then leave early. Life is really tiring," the man said.
He saw He Songbai chopped the pigs, proving that he is a solid man who could endure hardships. His face also has a rare pleased expression.
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 underneath. The two strong chest muscles on his naked chest trembled. He is fat and strong. Compared to him, 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 this exhausted to earn this little 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."
"Your 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!'
...
Zhao Lanxiang saw He Songbai back in the afternoon.
Like a young 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?"
"This isn't 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.
"My Brother Bai is really promising!"
"So much pork... we can eat it for a week. What were you doing today?" She asked suspiciously after taking the pork.
Buying some pork will not get people so much pig blood. Fortunately, he didn't wear white clothes. Otherwise, there would be lots of bloodstains, which would be much scarier.
He Songbai said vaguely, "Pork was bought at a slaughterhouse. It is cheap, and they sell meat all day long. The meat in the store has long been sold out."
As he said that, he took out the money for selling kidney bean cake and gave it to the girlfriend with a stack of food stamps.
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Zhao Lanxiang counted twenty-five yuans and two cents in amazement. She dare not think of such a high price. She estimates that if it was her turn to sell it herself, she might get it for the price of sixty or seventy cents per pound.
She said, "You are exhausted, hurry into the house, don't bask here."
He Songbai nodded, and he was indeed tired.
After a day of rushing, and hacked five pigs, tomorrow he has to get up at two o'clock. He has to take a bath and sleep now.
He Songbai found a dark color clothes to change, brought two buckets of water to the well, and quickly wash with the cold water. He returned to the room with a clean and fresh body, and fell asleep.
The light of the setting sun spattered into his window, and the broken bottle by the window was filled with fresh little daisies, which were newly picked by his girlfriend. At this moment, it was filled with dew and exuded a faint fragrance.
He Songbai smelled this floral fragrance, and fell into a dream with satisfaction and exhaustion.
After Zhao Lanxiang returned to kitchen to put the pork away, she came back to see He Songbai. Through the window, she saw a man with his sleepyhead, and the slight snoring sound revealed his fatigue.
He only snored in his sleep after he worked hard during the autumn harvest. Even with the intensive labor of digging a ditch, he always sleeps peacefully. Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help but feel distressed as she listened to his breathing. She is not willing to wake him up even for such a major event as buying a bicycle.
Although she knew that he would be very happy to see the bicycle in the bullpen.
...
Zhao Lanxiang returned to the kitchen, cut the mangoes she bought today, and pounded them into mango jam. She used these mango jams to make mango rolls. In order to preserve them for a longer time, she rolled the mango off the frying pan and fried them until they were crispy. She added milk to the mango roll made for He Songbai, which she bought on the way when she passed by the brigade. It might have been squeezed by Sister He herself. She often milked the cows she takes cares.
But Sister He is not qualified to drink milk, because this cow belongs to the brigade. Drinking the milk privately is considered embezzling collective property. If you want to drink milk, you have to buy it. It's not expensive at all. You can get a big bottle for a cent. She bought a cent worth, half of it is boiled for Grandma, and the rest was used to make creamy mango rolls.
She finished frying mango rolls, and she packed all the leftovers that were not well fried. She filled a cloth bag with quicklime as a drying agent and put it in an iron box.
She carried the box to Jiang Li. Jiang Li smelled a faint mango fragrance and couldn't help but ask, "What is it, so fragrant?"
Zhao Lanxiang said politely, "Don't think about it, this is for your brother, it is not your share."
Jiang Li took out the letter and gave her a look, "Is it written like this?"
Zhao Lanxiang glanced quickly.
"Brother, I hope you are well. The mangoes here are ripe. I spent a little money to buy you some mango specialty products."
Zhao Lanxiang said, "It is not enough to write it like this, let me change it."
Jiang Li couldn't help but feel speechless, "If you want to change then you change. I feel it will be successful if write it like this."
Zhao Lanxiang grabbed the pen and quickly wrote a line.
"Brother, I hope you are well. The mangoes here are ripe. I spent a little money to buy you some mango specialty products. They are delicious. Please write back to me after eating. If they are delicious, I will consider sending them again. It is very cheap. In addition, the money is spent, and asking my brother to give living allowances."
After Jiang Li read the letter, her temples couldn't help but feel pain.
"Tsk... It's quite similar to me."
Zhao Lanxiang is very familiar with Jiang Li's style of writing letters. She has opened her letter many times in her previous life and gave her "material subsidies" on behalf of her brother.
With closed eyes, she can write a letter that will be hard to tell the real from the fake.
[T/N: I can't find a recipe video for crispy mango roll. I think there would be a commercial version for these things already. (*'﹃')]
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