Reborn in the 1980s: Nine Stunning Beauties Get Pregnant Before Marriage

A few days later, it was the winter solstice.

Chen Yongqiang got up before dawn.

Lin Xiulian was woken up: "What are you doing up so early?"

"Sister-in-law Mei'e asked me to help her slaughter the pig for the New Year," Chen Yongqiang replied, still wearing his shoes.

"You didn't tell me beforehand, so I'll go cook you something to eat," Lin Xiulian said, getting up to get up.

"No need, the employer will provide meals, you can rest." Chen Yongqiang didn't let her get up.

"Then be careful on the road," Lin Xiulian instructed.

Chen Yongqiang responded and went out with his pig-slaughtering tools.

When we arrived at Liang Meie's house, we found that the yard was brightly lit with a new 100-watt light bulb.

Liang Meie was boiling water: "Brother Yongqiang, you're here!"

"Hmm, where's the pig?" Chen Yongqiang put his toolbox on the ground.

Liang Meie brought over a bowl of hot water. "No rush, have some hot water first."

At this moment, Liang Meie's mother-in-law, Aunt Li, also came out of the house, carrying a rope for tying up pigs.

"The pigs are in the pen," Aunt Li said, leading Chen Yongqiang toward the pigpen on the side of the house.

Old Li had already gone over and opened the gate.

Inside the pigpen, a black pig was fast asleep, snoring softly. When the light shone in, it stirred restlessly.

Old Li also came in to help, driving the pigs into the yard.

"Yongqiang, wait a moment, I'll go get someone to help hold the pigs down." Old Li said, and started to walk out of the yard.

"Uncle Li, no need to call, I can manage on my own," Chen Yongqiang said calmly.

"This pig weighs a solid two hundred pounds, how can one person hold it down?" Old Li was a little worried.

"I've taken down wild boars weighing 300 jin by myself, so 200 jin is nothing." As Chen Yongqiang spoke, he picked up the thick hemp rope on the ground and tied a slipknot.

"You were shot with a gun, how can that be the same?" Old Li shook his head.

"It's all the same." Chen Yongqiang said no more, his eyes fixed on the black pig that was pacing around the yard in a somewhat panicked manner.

He quickly approached the pig. Startled, the pig was about to run away when Chen Yongqiang flicked his wrist, and the lasso flew out, catching the pig squarely in the front half of its body.

He pulled on it, and the sturdy animal, weighing over 200 pounds, stumbled.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Yongqiang used a clever trick to pull and trip the black pig, which was then thrown to the ground sideways.

He immediately slammed his knee down, pressing it against the pig's shoulder. The pig let out a deafening scream and kicked wildly with its hooves, but it was as if it were being crushed by a mountain, and no matter how hard it struggled, it couldn't turn over.

Chen Yongqiang quickly tied the pig's trotters together with hemp rope, and then carried the whole pig to the prepared bench by himself.

Old Li was stunned. He hadn't expected that Chen Yongqiang could subdue him so easily by himself and his bare hands.

Liang Meie only knew that Chen Yongqiang was big, but she didn't expect him to be this big.

After Chen Yongqiang pinned the pig down, he shouted to Liang Meie, "Hand me the knife."

He held the pig's head steady with one hand and took the knife with the other. The tip of the knife swiftly and accurately plunged into the neck.

The scalding hot pig's blood immediately gushed out and flowed into the wooden basin below, which was sprinkled with salt.

The pig's squeals turned into muffled gurgling sounds, and its violent struggles turned into gradually weakening convulsions.

The whole process was swift and efficient, and Chen Yongqiang had a slight sweat on his forehead.

Liang Meie, who had been keeping a close eye on him, immediately stepped forward, holding a handkerchief in her hand, and naturally raised her hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Her gestures were affectionate, and her eyes held undisguised concern.

"Brother Yongqiang, you're sweating from exhaustion..."

Chen Yongqiang turned his head slightly to avoid it: "It's okay, just don't get your handkerchief dirty."

Liang Meie gently patted his forehead before pulling away, saying, "You can wash it again if it gets dirty."

Old Li watched his daughter-in-law getting so close to Chen Yongqiang, and he felt a mix of emotions.

He wanted to say something, but the other person was just wiping their sweat, which didn't seem like anything excessive.

Old Li went to check on the basin of pig's blood, which was gradually filling up, and subtly reminded his daughter-in-law to collect some: "This blood is flowing in very well; it's a good omen."

Liang Meie then turned to check the fire under the stove; the water in the pot was already boiling.

Chen Yongqiang released his grip, stood up, looked at the pig whose breath was fading, and said to Old Li, "Uncle Li, you can pour hot water on it now."

The sky brightened completely as the subsequent processes of hot-pressing, shaving, and splitting were carried out.

As Chen Yongqiang neatly stacked the last piece of rib into the basin, several of Old Li's relatives arrived in the yard one after another.

Slaughtering a pig on the Winter Solstice and having neighbors, relatives, and friends gather together for a lively feast is a long-standing tradition in Shimen Village.

Aunt Li was stuffing blood sausage into a large basin when, seeing that she was too busy, a cousin who had arrived earlier washed her hands and went over to help.

Steam rose from the kitchen, where sauerkraut and chopped pork belly simmered in a large iron pot, awaiting the addition of blood sausage, which would undoubtedly be the main dish of the meal.

"Old Li, this pig is really well-fed this year, it's quite fat." An old relative from the same village picked up a piece of fat that had just been removed from the pig and gestured with his fingers: "This fat is at least three fingers thick!"

Someone walked up to Chen Yongqiang, who was rinsing his knives by the basin, and offered him a cigarette: "Yongqiang, you're quite skilled. What, you've switched to being a butcher?"

Chen Yongqiang waved his hand to indicate that his hands were wet, and declined the cigarette: "No, I just help out occasionally."

He wouldn't have taken on this job if Liang Meie hadn't spoken up for him.

As they were talking, Liang Meie came out carrying a large plate of freshly steamed pig's blood sausage: "Third Uncle, don't stand there, come inside and sit down. Have something to eat first."

She placed the plate on the square table in the courtyard, and when she saw Chen Yongqiang, she said naturally, "Brother Yongqiang, take a break, dinner will be ready soon."

Chen Yongqiang responded and continued wiping the blade of the pig-slaughtering knife.

The sunlight had now fully illuminated the courtyard, and Old Li was busy greeting the guests.

Liang Meie set out the bowls and chopsticks and called to Chen Yongqiang, "Brother Yongqiang, you've been busy all morning, come and sit down to eat."

Chen Yongqiang didn't stand on ceremony and found an empty seat at the table.

A large bowl of sauerkraut stewed pork belly and blood sausage was served steaming hot.

Everyone picked up their chopsticks, and soon a burst of laughter and conversation filled the table.

After a few sips of hot soup, I felt warm and started talking.

An old man took a sip of wine and chewed on a soft, fatty slice of meat: "In the end, the pork from this farm tastes better and has a richer flavor. Wild boar meat is much tougher and has a rather indescribable taste."

Chen Yongqiang picked up a piece of dark red blood sausage and added, "That's natural. Wild boars haven't been castrated, so the gamey smell from their glands can't be removed, and no matter how you clean the meat, it's unavoidable. Domestic pigs don't have this problem."

The man who had asked him earlier if he had changed careers laughed again and said, "Yongqiang, when it comes to wild boars, you're an expert. Everyone in the village says that you made your fortune by hunting wild boars in the mountains, and you even bought a TV for the village."

Chen Yongqiang said calmly, "It's not about getting rich. Wild boars are a real nuisance, ruining crops. Didn't the village even organize a drive to herd them away?"

"I have some experience, so I helped with some and received some compensation. But if I do too much of this, I'll probably get less next year."

He spoke frankly, and everyone at the table nodded in agreement. Old Li took a sip of his drink: "That's true. It's good to rid the people of a scourge and earn some income in return."

Holding a soup ladle, Liang Meie casually added a large spoonful of pickled cabbage with soup and meat to Chen Yongqiang's bowl: "You've worked so hard all morning, eat more."