Traveling through 1942 with space

Chapter 106 I Don’t Eat Fatty Meat

After the meal, the villagers from the two villages formed four teams respectively, and eight women gathered around the iron pot to serve the rice.

Each person in the Nanjiagou team received four pancakes weighing about one pound, which were made from 200 pounds of white flour bought by the village today, and then a full bowl of pig-killing dishes.

The villagers of Caijia Village did not have any bread because they were eating for free. However, both adults and children received two full spoonfuls of the pig-killing dish in each bowl.

The villagers of Caijia Village did not ask for bread when they were getting their meals. After all, the people of Qin Province had a strong sense of empathy towards the refugees, as there had been a great famine in Qin Province ten years ago.

Besides, they only contributed some worthless vegetables and radishes, and even the firewood was provided by the landlord Cai.

In the local dialect of Qin Province, how dare you ask for something from someone else? Aren't you ashamed?

As it was already dark, most of the villagers in Caijiagou took their food home to eat, while the villagers in Nanjiagou sat together in groups and ate heartily in the dark.

Against the backdrop of the faint firelight at the bottom of the big iron pot, the entire wheat field was filled with the sound of chewing and swallowing in the dark night. If someone was not aware of the situation, they would have thought that a pack of wolves had entered the village!

While other people in the village were wolfing down their food, Hou Xiaoge was worried.

There were four large white slices of meat floating in the bowl that Hou Xiaoge was holding. Under the meat were two bones with lean meat, as well as some sweet potato vines, sweet potatoes, and radish greens.

This is the pig-killing dish that everyone has been longing for all afternoon. It is incomparable to the pig-killing dishes of later generations. It can only be described as a stew with an greasy smell.

Wild boar meat itself has a fishy smell, and it lacks a lot of spices to remove the smell. You can imagine what the food will be like.

Hou Xiaoge took a bite after bringing it back. This pig-killing dish couldn’t be said to be delicious. It just had the smell of meat and oil. It was edible, but he really couldn’t muster up an appetite.

This food was indeed delicious to Hou Xiaoge, who ate even mice when he first crossed over. But to Hou Xiaoge, who had recently gotten used to eating normal meals, it was really not that good.

In addition, Hou Xiaoge was injured when he ate hot meat just out of the pot when he was a child in his previous life, so he has a strong psychological trauma to fatty meat.

Even when I was eating roujiamo a few days ago, I secretly threw the fat into the space and gave it to my younger brother the next day.

Hou Xiaoge has also tried eating fatty meat, but the feeling of chewing fatty meat in the mouth is like southerners picking cockroaches out of their rice bowls, which is really disgusting.

Now looking at these big pieces of fat meat, he really found it hard to swallow. He felt it would be better to eat some bread.

"Heiwa, what are you standing there for? Eat up all your food!" Wang Maimiao on the opposite side looked at Hou Xiaoge who was holding the bowl in a daze and reminded him.

"Oh! Let's eat it right away." Hou Xiaoge picked out the fat and put it in the bowl that his brother gave to his little cousin next to him, and then started eating the dish while soaking it in the pancake.

"Heiwa, there are only a few slices of meat in a bowl. Why did you give them all to Shuanniu and Lanlan? Are you crazy?" Erhuan and Hou Xiaoge were close to each other and were surprised to see Hou Xiaoge put the meat into two small bowls.

"Eat your food, why are you so jumpy? I just don't like eating fatty meat! What's the big deal?" Hou Xiaoge looked up and said to Erhuan.

"Heiwa, you are so pitiful. You don't even like to eat such delicious fat meat. It's so miserable." Erhuan was shocked. There are actually people who don't like to eat fat meat. It completely refreshed his three views.

"That's right, Heiwa, why don't you eat fatty meat? In the past, you opened your mouth wider than anyone else during the Chinese New Year, and now the sun is rising from the west?" The eldest cousin Hou Chunhua also laughed happily.

As the eldest cousin finished speaking, the group of little ones all laughed.

"Heiwa, eat yours and don't give any to your brothers and sisters. They all have some!" said the aunt as she was about to take the meat from her daughter's bowl back.

"Aunt, ever since I was hit on the head last time, I feel sick seeing fatty meat. If you don't believe me, ask Shuanniu. A few days ago, when we were eating roujiamo, I picked out all the fat and gave it to him." Hou Xiaoge explained with a wry smile.

"That's right, auntie. My brother doesn't like to eat fatty meat. He always gives the fatty meat to me and he only eats lean meat." Xiao Shuanniu, with his mouth full of oil, said loudly.

"Oh my god! Heiwa, it seems that you have suffered a head injury and have become a workhorse, only working but not enjoying any happiness." The uncle at the side also took the opportunity to laugh at Hou Xiaoge.

Seeing a group of people laughing at him because they couldn't eat fat meat, Hou Xiaoge was also slandering him in his heart: "You might not eat the fat meat even if you waited for decades."

"Heiwa, the wound is on the head. Does it still hurt now?" Wang Maimiao, who was standing nearby, had only heard that her eldest son had lost his memory after being hit on the head. She didn't expect that he couldn't even eat meat. She felt heartbroken.

"Mom, I've recovered a long time ago. I don't have any other serious problems. I just don't like eating fatty meat!

I still like to eat lean meat. The scholars in the city say that I am destined to be rich. "Hou Xiaoge took the opportunity to retort to a group of family members who laughed at him for not eating fat meat.

"I'm glad you're okay. From now on, you will have all the lean meat at home." Wang Maimiao breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hei Wa is right! He is indeed destined to be rich and powerful.

I have heard in the city before that some wealthy families only eat lean meat and don’t like to eat fatty meat because they think they are too fat. ” At this time, my uncle Zhou Xinmin explained with a smile.

"Oh my god! Are there still people who complain about being fat? Isn't it good to be fat? It's easier to marry a wife if you are fatter." Erhuan looked shocked.

“People should not be too fat, as being fat is not good and will easily lead to illness.

We ordinary people all work hard and consume a lot of energy every day, but because we have no money, we eat poorly and are seriously lacking in oil and water. That is why we particularly like meat, especially fatty meat.

But rich people and officials don’t do any heavy work every day, and yet they eat rice, flour, fish and meat every meal, which makes them gain weight easily.

So they don't like to eat fatty meat, and in their eyes pork is cheap meat, they eat lean meat like beef, mutton, and venison." Hou Xiaoge said with a smile.

"Brother, it's great to be a rich man. When I become rich, I can eat big fatty meat every day and eat my fill." Xiao Shuanniu next to Hou Xiaoge listened with envy.

"Me too!"

"Me too!"

"Me too!"

After Xiao Shuanniu finished speaking, the other little carrot heads also spoke up to express their agreement.

"Haha! That day will come, but you won't think this way then." Hou Xiaoge smiled and pinched her brother's chubby little face.

"Hmph! You pinched my face again." The little guy quickly turned his head to avoid it.

"You guys are still chatting! Why don't you scoop more after you finish eating? There is still a lot of broth in the pot." At this time, a villager who had scooped a second bowl of broth came over and greeted them with a smile.

"Damn it, I forgot to talk so much, I'll go right away!" Erhuan stood up and ran over immediately.

"Second brother, there is only some soup left in the pot, and there is almost no oil left. It's better not to go. Be careful not to drink too much and wet your pants at night." Hou Xiaoge looked at the villagers who had lined up again not far away and pulled Erhuan and said.

In fact, when Hou Xiaoge was playing Erhuan, only the children were getting ready, and the adults were sitting still.

The adults had finished eating long ago, so how could they not know that there was still some left in the pot? They just expected that there would only be some soup left.

The food at Hou Xiaoge's house has been pretty good during this period, so the adults had no intention of getting up and fighting with other villagers for that little bit of broth.

Erhuan, who had already eaten two pancakes and a big bowl of pig-killing dish, felt a little bloated. He looked at the long queue in the distance. When he saw that no one was moving, he sat down again in disappointment.