Chapter 13 slaughter table

The people in Zhicheng's room seemed to be dressed more playfully today.The fish maw white bamboo cloth shirt that has just been soaked in the water is covered with a green cloth apron, a little palace powder is sparsely applied on the round gizzard face, and a pair of golden rings hang down from the ears. The blue crepe silk on her head was wrapped low to her forehead about five minutes above her eyebrows, and her clothes were brand new, but not powdery like other women who forgot to take care of their necks, forming a " "Add official shell", and the hair is so neatly combed. If it is in the Chitangping Grand Theater, and some ladies and ladies are sitting side by side in a high shed, who would know that this is the person from Zhicheng's house who sells butchers at the entrance of the road? Woolen cloth!

She was sitting on a big boxy money bucket by the butcher's table at the moment, watching Zhicheng move his hands and feet in a hurry, but several large pieces of fat pork were turned into four or two catties under his butcher's knife. Making money and copper coins.She smiled and counted the money there. Her job is to collect money. A month ago, Zhicheng himself was originally responsible for collecting money; he also hired a helper to handle the knife.Now because a new desk has been added to the south gate, and the assistant has gone to the south gate to do business, so she takes care of the business by herself.She was a capable and kind woman.If you just look at it, you might suspect that she is Mrs. Qian's wife.In fact, the proprietress of Xiong Shengtai's family on the main street, although she is dressed in gold and jade, is not as good-looking as her rich and well-groomed.

When she met a few acquaintances, she was also very good at showing generosity. She took the money and didn't count it. I threw it in the old bamboo tube that I gave to Tang Laote as an antique.The bamboo money tube stood upright beside her with its mouth open, and on its waist and shoulders there were four consecutive Chinese characters of "Golden Ten Thousand Taels" cut out of gold foil paper.Although she is generous, don't just suspect that she is easily fooled by others!She can know that everyone is looking for a little bargain everywhere.The things that are not too detailed are only for a few customers who she thinks can be assured and not to be afraid of.For example, Mrs. Li Si at the South Gate, Song Xiaogui who sells sour radishes, and the lame Ma San, I am not afraid that you will give her the big money from Bai Guangguang, but she has to count them carefully, because they are all The old love to count short, or put four or five trachomas in the middle of a hundred dollars-in addition, they are too fond of picking and choosing fat, picking skins and bones, deliberately trying to make Zhicheng feel sad, and counting money is a kind of revenge.

However, when Chang Tongcheng does business, when it comes to the people in Zhicheng's house, there are still many people who have done well.Although they praised the people in Zhicheng's house for various reasons, for example, the Miaozi who bought vegetables in Zhang's mansion was Chang Tongcheng who squatted at the butcher's table and drank rice wine (wine), and the owner of the noodle shop, Mr. There are many bones for making soup, and the old Nuo sister-in-law once got an extra spinal cord from her hand when she weighed the meat one morning. ... Zhicheng is a short and fat man.He is fatter than the people in his room, although the people in his room seem to us to have nothing to do with their stomachs, running to the tips of their ears.The butchers I have seen all seem to be short and fat.The fat of the butcher can be said to be because there is a lot of meat on the table. If you eat too much meat, the fat will be too much to use.But why is it short?Perhaps to kill a pig is to catch the pig hard, so that the human will grow up?But most of the cattle slaughterers are the eldest sons, which is hard to understand.

At this time, he was bare-chested, and his two fat white hands were like rice flour cakes used to squeeze out noodles: although they were big, they were soft.He holds a square butcher knife, cutting flesh for this and that.When it comes to Dazhu or the neck is supported by a hard bone, it is necessary to change to the machete with a thick back. At that time, he raised the knife and clacked, butchered the meat on the table and the meat on his own shoulder. But the meat of the body was shaken for a long time. "Half a catty-hey, boss, don't give me some bones, you don't want to be a ghost of Baoziwan; you are a fan of acquaintances! The first-class scorpion 渫 Bo  渫 picking box turn Shen Chan ├ grub Ting * "Here are four liang, which is used to chop cakes and meat... This is another six liang, which needs to be fried with shredded silk... Then no, then no , Why do you give so many old officials (bones) for four taels of meat? " said the old man who loves chewing essence the most.

"Old man, don't be so clever, others don't match at all." Zhicheng's roommate interrupted. "Uncle Zhicheng, I'm half a catty, I need fine legs." Another child. Zhicheng's ears seem to be used to it, and his calm demeanor as if nothing had happened is really worthy of praise.The mouth always just said: "I know, I know, well, Xiao..." A few words. In fact, more than a dozen people who weigh meat want to get the meat first, so how can he hear a lot of words?But I know that breakfast dishes are divided into two, which is nothing more than four taels, six taels, half a catty, one catty, whatever!

This one is good, that one is good—where can there be a lot of good meat for him to cut.So even though Zhicheng said "I know, okay,..." as usual, he still won't forget the principle of putting bone and thin skin on every four taels of meat.When you are too picky, he will also joke with you, saying that pigs can't walk without bones.But as long as she said on the other end, "This is Wanlin's Mama and Auntie Wu's four liang, it's better", he would cut a piece of clean meat with fine fat and fat as ordered.Perhaps this is a big reason why many people in Zhicheng's house were able to get a good flag.

What a shame for his patience!Sometimes Mrs. Gabe would come to his desk and ask him to cut ten cents worth of pig livers to feed the kittens.In fact, he knew that this was the abacus of Mrs. Gabe's economy, so he did it on purpose.Then you have to go to Yang San's desk to cut ten cents of pork in the name of feeding cats; go to Song's desk to cut ten cents of oil in the name of feeding dogs or something else; but you are a businessman, I can't offend the gentlemen who take care of your business; what's more, the one who takes care of you is such a treasure that is famous in the city and the most difficult to mess with?And Zhicheng knows that Mrs. Jiabei will take people as an example, you dare not say if you don’t sell them; even if you use a lot of liver and oil to feed cats?” or “How many kittens do you have in your family?” dare not ask.Therefore, there is no way to refuse, except that Yang is willing to cut a little more for him.

"Hey, six taels of money." A little girl in a calico shirt, whose body was just as tall as the butcher's table, held a small bamboo basket in her hand, which contained some hot peppers, two pieces of tofu, and four eggs. , a bunch of garlic, the small hand took six copper coins and sent them to the people in Zhicheng's house. "It's half-fine, half-fat!" He looked at Zhicheng again. "Okay, fine," Zhicheng replied as usual.The word "good" seems to come from his mouth too much, no matter if you listen to a hundred sentences, it is almost impossible to tell which one is lighter or heavier.

The little sister was standing by the table, and when she saw the people in Zhicheng's room throwing money into the money tube, there was a groaning sound, and she knew that this was what she said just now.She held her head up.Zhicheng was cutting off his fingers with a knife, and she secretly admired Zhicheng's courage; he was not afraid to cut off his fingers.Because she herself not only scratched her hand once when she was handling the big brother's paper knife, shed a lot of blood, and then the big sister had to put tooth powder on it; Fingernails! The pair of dragonfly braids with magenta ribbons on her head moved close to her head like two little black four-legged snakes. She saw all kinds of things in the pig's breast and belly hanging on the wooden shelf-liver, Lungs, heart, large intestine, stomach, flower oil, ... Another hook is hooked to a pig's head that was shaved white and white, which was used to worship the Heavenly King Bodhisattva.Some of those things were still dripping with purple blood to the ground.The whiteness of the pig's head made her think it was a burden carried on the street. There was a small vertical flagpole at one end of the burden, and a rectangular piece of gray greasy sharpening cloth was hung on the flagpole, the kind that the barber shaved.Because pig hair is so thick and abundant, other than the sharpness of a razor, I'm afraid it may not be able to shave it off.

From her liver, she remembered the net oil rolls that her mother brought to her when she went to the third aunt's house for dinner the day before yesterday.When I saw the intestines, I also remembered the cooked sausages that were put on the rice every morning-the delicious taste of the rice where the sausages lay turned yellow.But at this time, there was still some yellow mucus attached to the intestines. The mucus was not only like pus, but it was easy to think of those loose pig feces. She spit on the ground and turned her face to look at the money cylinder. The bright gold letters. The side sitting on the desk was full of meat, and the delicate place jumped again after a while.Curiosity made her pay attention... At this time, she must know the pain, but she won't cry... She wants to try to touch it with two little fingers, to see if it will cry or not, the moving place Another place was changed. "It's still alive!" "Sister, don't grab those dirty hands!" Zhicheng, who lives in the house, caresses her dragonfly braid with one hand, and pulls the side of the basket with the other. "Sister, your mother and son are full of meat every day! Why don't you do it together with your elder brother today; instead, you just go shopping for vegetables?" "My brother went to study in the province, and he left at dawn this morning." "How could your mother be willing—that second elder brother with you, Cui Liu?" "Girl Cui Liu doesn't know how to buy vegetables, and my second brother has been to school for a long time—Mom is still crying in the morning." She thinks it's good for elder brother to go out.Although there will be one less person to carry her and hug her, and she will no longer be able to go to Yang Xixi's stall every morning to buy pork blood oil sticks to eat with her elder brother, but what her elder brother said when he left made her happy.So she told the people in the house how her elder brother promised her to buy a rubber ball that would stick out a red tongue, and bring a pair of yellow boots that squawk when walking... and foreign names. The people in Zhicheng's house saw the little girl afraid of smashing the tofu, holding the basket in one hand and holding the basket with the other hand, walking slowly close to the wall, looking at the child with motherly love and compassion. A small shadow in calico clothes was sent to disappear behind an old woman Miao who was carrying a straw load, and then she turned her head and took a look at Zhicheng.For some reason, a faint blush suddenly appeared on her fat and broad face.If Zhicheng is a careful person, it can be seen how she is willing to have such a little girl by her side - he can butcher pigs, but doesn't... look slightly sorry for Zhicheng. The butcher's table is free. Zhicheng got a rest, and leaned against the high money pot and the table top, propped his chin with one fat palm, and held an eyebrow with his other hand, trying to tear it off in fear of pain.Under the hanging dirt, there is a black thin dog with its tail between its crotches, licking the blood on the ground there. The eyes of the couple were all focused on the black and thin dog. April 16, 1925 in Beijing.