Etiquette of killing pig rice

Ali, a Yi sister, went back to the countryside for two days. She didn't want to go to work, but just wanted to go back to the village to support the elderly.

The time when I ate the pig-killing rice was simply the happiest time of the year except the Spring Festival. If the village is large and crowded, you can eat for more than half a month. On the day of killing pig rice, the food on the dinner table is no less than the New Year's Eve.

The host family should tell each other a few days in advance and tell their relatives and friends when they will come to eat pig-killing rice. We also invite several strong men to kill pigs together, and the women wash vegetables and steam rice, and then cook.

Our village is very big and there are many families. When I was a child, I remember that one day eight families invited me to eat pig-killing rice on the same day, but there were only four people in my family. In this case, one person has to go to two venues. Even if you don't go to dinner, you will go to that house at night.

Generally, several families in the village use two open-air stoves to boil water. On weekdays, there are no large iron pots on the two stoves, only two suitable holes. It's just that the pot rack needs to be put on the day of killing pigs, so it has the nature of * * * *.

Set the pot one or two hours before you kill the pig. Take a basket of chopped dry firewood and put it aside. Make a fire, stand a pot and boil water. In the effort to boil water, several men who killed pigs came to the host's house one after another. Hold the chimney and smoke a cigarette. The host family was holding a bundle of rope, and when everyone arrived, they went to the pigsty.

Before driving the pigs to other places, I heard someone would say something. That is to say, reading allows pigs to get on the road. In the village, people and pigs are very affectionate. For example, in the slack season, pig food needs to be cooked in a large pot, with pig noodles, stirred evenly and then picked out for feeding. It takes almost an hour to cook a large iron pot full of pig food. Sometimes I chop up a pot of potatoes and cook them with green hogweed. Most of the time, Chinese cabbage and vegetables are chopped with a pig knife and cooked with broken potatoes. And the leftovers in the sewage bucket every day! Cooking pig food also consumes more dry wood than cooking. Besides, in winter, when the hostess thinks the pigsty is too cold, she will go to the mountain to pile loose hair (dried pine leaves). A large basket is enough for the pig to roll for two days, and it will have to be changed in two or three days.

Feeding is also a science. I only fed it once or twice in my hometown for more than ten years. The reason is that I am afraid of my little friend. My family laughed at me! You are a pig, and you are afraid of pigs. The pig is your little friend. Still, I dare not suck blood. The more afraid I am, the more I am arched by pigs. Only once or twice, I didn't go into the pigsty, just stood outside and dumped the pig food from a height.

If my parents go out to the street and can't come back to feed the pig food at noon, I always ask my grandmother or my aunt to feed it for me. I am the most cowardly pig.

The most interesting thing about killing pigs is to pick up pig hair. Every man has a kitchen knife, and after scalding the pig, he begins to shave it. At this time, the host's children are carrying dustpans to pick up pig hair. Pig hair can be dried and sold for money. From January to January, people in the village come to collect pig hair, which costs tens of dollars a kilogram (dried pig hair)! In primary school, every class in the school engaged in work-study programs, and students were either asked to carry iron filings or pig hair. Then the school playground is full of pig hair, which is really a wonder.

After these people get rid of the pigs, they take them back to their master's house and put them upstairs. At this time, the woman began to cook. You must eat boiled white meat sausage, all kinds of stewed ribs, steamed ribs, steamed potatoes, pickled pig blood soup, fried pork liver with onion and ginger, and fried fresh meat that day. ...

Guests will come one after another around 4: 30. When I was young, I went to eat pig-killing rice. Usually everyone brings two packs of candy, biscuits, a bottle of sorghum wine and two bottles of drinks. At that time, prices and wages were not high. So I remember that I may not be in 30 yuan.

This time, I went back to eat pig-killing rice, took a box of coconut juice, bought two boxes of milk, bread that I can usually eat, fresh oranges, and some walnut powder and lotus root powder ... I haven't been back for many years, and I'm embarrassed to ask for dry rice empty-handed.

Killing pigs is very lively, but you can't eat too much. I've been busy adding vegetables! Compared with the city, our village is generous. Add vegetables many times. Add meat and vegetables before bottoming out, and eat whatever you want!

I made a joke yesterday. My cousin and I eat and live in the city every day. After whitewashing two lotus roots, we cut two. Menstruation told them, "Oh, cut it and don't peel it, no,no." Then several other women also said peel it, otherwise the color of the boiled soup would be heavy. Also, when washing onions, I usually cook with onion leaves, so I didn't break them. Then my aunt told me that onion leaves didn't need to be eaten, so I threw them away! And make fun of us who are not as particular as city people. Laughing and laughing, I feel that life in the village is getting better and better now. All kinds of dishes are self-sufficient all year round, and my happiness is getting stronger and stronger.

The last etiquette of killing pig rice is to send pork. Not all of them. Like relatives and friends from the city who don't have pigs at home, they will cut pork ribs and let them carry them back. The menstrual family killed two pigs, but I feel that one pig is invisible. I gave it to my in-laws, and my two sons took it away. The eldest son gave some to his friends, and it was almost gone.

Before leaving, I cut Chinese cabbage, pulled out onions and garlic, divided the meat and brought it back to us. When I arrived at the vegetable field, I suddenly felt wow, it's good not to buy food.