PFC Chapter 508 Fat Widow 3
Chapter 508 Fat Widow 3
Mengjia Village is in the north. There is not much work to do in winter, so everyone stays at home. There are not many people here in the brigade, only the village chief and a young boy.
"Jiangang's wife, why are you here?"
There were only two people in the room. Zhang Xintong felt the fluctuation of souls. It must not be the village chief, so it could only be that young boy.
Although the young boy was sitting, it could be seen that he was over 1 meters tall, thin, very fair and clean. He was wearing a pair of glasses and sitting there reading a book, looking very gentle.
The young boy is the son of the village chief, named Meng Jingyan, and should be 20 years old. The original owner went to the village chief's house to pay his respects in August. Meng Jingyan just got admitted to university this year and is now on winter vacation.
The original owner had not seen Meng Jingyan many times in his previous life. After graduating from university, he stayed in the city to work. For some unknown reason, he seldom returned to the village. Even if he returned to the village, he rarely went out after returning home. The original owner also rarely went out, and the two had only met a few times.
Meng Jingyan is the kind of handsome man who is gentle and refined, tall, thin, and fair-skinned, which perfectly meets the original owner's requirements.
Most people in Mengjia Village have the surname Meng. Meng Jingyan and Meng Jiangang are not relatives, but villagers of the same village. However, after some twists and turns, Meng Jingyan calls Zhang Xintong "Auntie".
"Village chief, my family is going to slaughter two pigs tomorrow. Could you please use the brigade loudspeaker to announce it?"
"Okay, I'll go and shout."
The brigade loudspeaker was in the next room, and the village chief had gone there. Zhang Xintong should have left, but he was still standing there.
Meng Jingyan looked at Zhang Xintong in confusion
"Auntie Fatty, do you have anything else to do?"
In the village, those older than the original owner called her Jiangang's wife, and those younger than the original owner called her Fat Aunt or Fat Sister-in-law.
Zhang Xintong......
Zhang Xintong really wanted to say, we are not relatives, I am only 6 years older than you, so you don’t need to call me Fat Auntie.
"I just forgot to tell your dad to come and eat the pig-killing meal tomorrow, and your eldest nephew will come too!"
Meng Jingyan already called her "Fat Auntie," so Zhang Xintong must have taken advantage of this and started calling her "nephew."
What are the main reasons for slaughtering pigs and eating pig-killing dishes in rural areas?
Traditional customs: In Northeast China, killing the New Year pig is an important traditional custom, especially during the Spring Festival.
Rich ingredients: When slaughtering pigs, there are abundant ingredients such as pork, pig blood, and pig offal. These ingredients can be used to make a variety of delicious dishes, such as white meat blood sausage and sauerkraut stewed bones. These dishes are not only delicious but also nutritious.
Social Activities: On the day of the pig slaughter, villagers treat each other to a feast, sharing fresh pork and various delicacies. This activity not only strengthens the relationship between neighbors but also brings warmth and a sense of community during the cold winter.
Cultural Symbolism: The pig-killing dish is more than just food; it's a cultural symbol. It represents the culinary culture and rural life of Northeast China, and embodies the open-minded and generous nature of its people.
The specific method and historical background of the pig-killing dish:
Pig-killing dishes typically include "white meat blood sausage" and "sauerkraut stewed bones." White meat blood sausage is made by stewing thinly sliced pork belly with blood sausage made from fresh pig blood. It is delicious and nutritious. Sauerkraut stewed bones is made by stewing sauerkraut and pork bones together. The sauerkraut absorbs the aroma of the broth, giving it a unique flavor.
The history of pig-killing dishes can be traced back to the sacrificial customs of the Manchu people. The Manchus believed in shamanism, and during major rituals or ceremonies to worship the heavens, they would slaughter pigs as sacrifices. White meat and blood sausage were the essential "sacrificial offerings" during these ceremonies. This custom continues to this day in Northeast China, becoming an integral part of its culinary culture.
Meng Jingyan had never been to someone else's house to eat pig-killing dishes before. He looked at the person opposite him, who was wearing a white floral top and dark blue pants. She was fat but very white and had good skin. For some reason, he felt very close to this aunt and nodded.
"Aunt Fatty, I'll go there with my dad tomorrow."
Zhang Xintong had nothing else to do, so she could only leave.
"Okay, then I'm leaving."
Zhang Xintong went straight home. It was lunchtime, and she and the children were all about to eat. The pigs would be slaughtered tomorrow, so there was no need to feed them today; just give them water.
They ate all the breakfast dishes, and at noon they made sweet potato rice, scrambled eggs, and shredded radish soup. Zhang Xintong's cooking skills were much better than the original owner's. Meng Dazhuang and Meng Xiaohua ate without even raising their heads.
Zhang Xintong was thinking that she would have to ask two aunts to help cook the pig-killing dish tomorrow. In the previous life, the original owner asked her mother-in-law, Mrs. Meng, but Zhang Xintong didn’t want to ask her. What would the two elders of the Meng family say? She cheated the original owner for her son, but this person was not like other rural old ladies. She was difficult and unreasonable. She gave 2000 yuan as a betrothal gift and asked the second son to send food every month. She did not stop the original owner from remarrying. In the previous life, the original owner lived well, and they never came to take advantage of her. As for them abandoning their grandchildren to go to the second son’s house, Zhang Xintong could understand it. The eldest son was gone, and the second son must take care of him in his old age. It was impossible for the second son to raise both of his eldest brother’s children, so he had to throw them to the original owner. They were not bad, but Zhang Xintong didn’t like them.
After dinner, Zhang Xintong went to the house of Mrs. Meng next door. Most of the families in the village were surnamed Meng, and this family was also surnamed Meng. Mrs. Meng was about the same age as Mrs. Meng, but she was of the same generation as Zhang Xintong, so she was called Mrs. Meng.
Mrs. Meng was wearing a simple, dark blue shirt and trousers, typical of rural people. She was a clean-keeping woman, and since she was a neighbor, that was why Zhang Xintong went to see her.
"Sister Meng, my family is slaughtering a pig tomorrow. Can you and your daughter-in-law come to my house to cook the pig-killing dishes?"
Generally, when hiring someone to cook a pig-killing dish, you'll be paid one pound of meat, or two pounds for two people. But not everyone can make a pig-killing dish; rural people have their own ways, and Zhang Xintong can't make one.
"Jiangang's wife, please come in and sit down. I just heard the brigade's loudspeaker calling out. No problem, my eldest daughter-in-law and I will be there tomorrow morning."
Mrs. Meng dragged Zhang Xintong into the house as she spoke.
"Jiangang's wife, you don't go out very often. It's rare for you to come out today. Come and chat at my house."
Zhang Xintong can chat with anyone and likes gossip. She likes chatting with rural people and knows a lot of gossip about other people.
The conversation turned to Meng Jingyan
"I heard that Accountant Meng's daughter, Meng Zhizhi, has a crush on Meng Jingyan. Meng Zhizhi is a beauty in our village and has been admitted to university. Although it's a junior college and not as good as Meng Jingyan's, they are from the same city and village, so our two families are interested in bringing them together."
Zhang Xintong recalled the memories of her previous life. In her previous life, Meng Jingyan did marry Meng Zhizhi. Meng Jingyan originally disagreed, but later he heard gossip from an aunt that Meng Zhizhi had drugged Meng Jingyan recently in order to be with him. The two of them had already gotten married, and Meng Jingyan had no choice but to agree to get engaged first and marry Meng Zhizhi after graduating from university.
Although this was the experience of Meng Jingyan in his previous life, there is no guarantee that Meng Zhizhi will use this method in this life.
Zhang Xintong couldn't sit still anymore. She couldn't let Meng Zhizhi touch her man.
"Sister Meng, I have some things to do at home. I have to go. I'll chat with you another day."
Mrs. Meng was still chatting and didn't expect Zhang Xintong to leave so soon.
"Then come over when you have time!"
"Okay, I'll come when I'm free."