Fragrant Spring - '3 Chopped Meat Dance

"Brother Qiang is digging a foundation, how can I not kill pigs? I will kill them even if they can't sell them all." Lin Hua said righteously. In fact, anyone can hear that this kind of righteousness is for his own benefit. But he knows that

What can we do? There is only Lin Hua, a pig butcher in Muwa Village, who has his own business. Lin Hua imitates the young strongman.

He carefully opened the iron cover of the electronic lighter. When the music sounded, Lin Hua turned his head and lit the cigarette. Lin Hua took the lighter and turned over the bricks to look at it. He felt that the person who invented this thing was really interesting.

I want to make a fire and sing, so I will buy one myself next time I go to the county town.

Shaoqiang saw that Lin Hua couldn't put it down with the lighter, so he boasted: "In the county town, anyone who can use this kind of lighter must have an official position above the director. If you don't believe it, look at the small officials in our township, who can afford it?"

Lin Hua knew that Shaoqiang was bragging, so he didn't try to expose him. Anyway, in this groggy afternoon, having someone to brag with was a good way to relieve the boredom. So the two of them started chatting all over the place, and the most talked about thing was how Shaoqiang used it.

How did that gold bar bravely travel to Shenzhen and make a fortune from the stock line drawn by the state?

Blowing and blowing, the sun unknowingly reached the west. At this time, Erpang and Hailun came from the other end of Shaiguping, talking about something. When they walked to the door of Ah Feng's shop,

The second fat man saw that there was still a lot of meat left on the meat table. He opened the mosquito net and said to Lin Hua, "Hua Zi, you still have so much meat left, and you are still bragging about it."

Lin Hua was taken advantage of, and he said unceremoniously: "It's all your fault, you're so fat, no one wants to kill you."

People in the village are used to joking, and they usually won't get angry at such innocuous ridicule. Erpang pretended to take the pork away and said: "Since no one wants it and it's my meat, then I

If you suffer a little loss, just take it home yourself."

Lin Hua laughed loudly, "If you guess how heavy it is, I will give the meat to you."

The second fat man picked up the meat, weighed it, and said, "Fifteen pounds."

Hyrum, who was standing next to him, looked at the piece of meat for a while and said dissatisfiedly: "It's definitely not fifteen pounds. I think thirteen pounds can't hold it."

In this remote Muwa Village, there are basically no entertainment programs. Now, judging from the weight of this piece of pork, it has become an entertainment program. Lin Hua and Shaoqiang also came over. Everyone weighed it and said something to each other.

After finding out what he thought the weight was, Lin Hua was about to use a scale to weigh it to see whose weight was the closest. The scale hook had not yet hooked the pork. Suddenly, Shaoqiang stopped Lin Hua and said, "Stop weighing."

Come chop meat and dance, who dares to chop with me?"

Lin Hua replied without thinking: "Me, I'll chop with you." Chopping meat is also a kind of gambling, but the bet is not money, but pork. That is, the two gamblers quote a weight, and then each cuts a piece of pork.

, see who cuts the closest weight, the winner will take away the two pieces of meat

, the only loser is to pay for it honestly. There are some small rules, for example, it can be regarded as the flesh is separated as soon as it is separated, and then it is considered complete. It can also be regarded as cut off. If it feels too light or too heavy, you can cut it a little

Come in and make up for it or cut it off a little. This is commonly known as chopping meat.

"I won't cut with you. You work with meat knives every day. Wouldn't cutting with you mean that a scholar has moved on? Who of you two dares to cut with me?" Shao Qiang looked at Er Pang and Hailun, his words a little provocative.

Jiang Feng and Xia Lian, who were watching TV in the store, also came out to watch the fun. Jiang Feng asked curiously: "Uncle Qiang, what is the move of a scholar?"

Lin Hua often bet with Shaoqiang in the past, and he was used to Shaoqiang telling old sayings. He rushed to help and said: "The scholar's move is all about books. The loss of books is that your uncle Qiang is a man of culture. The books have arrived."

His mouth became a book of losing money."

As soon as Lin Hua finished speaking, everyone laughed. Shaoqiang didn't feel embarrassed at all. He was just a gambler. Now no one gambles in Muwa Village. He was looking for someone to play with. He added:

"Do you dare to cut it from one pound to one pound?"

Hyalun couldn't help it anymore. He rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'm here. I can't see who wins. What are you afraid of? Do you want to chop first or should I?"

Someone made a bet with him, and Shaoqiang was very happy. He hadn't bet for half a year, and his hands were already itchy. He couldn't wait to pick up the knife and said, "I'll go first. Will it be cut off with one knife or can it be replenished?"

Hyalun had already rolled up his sleeves, but because of his polite words, the young man got ahead of him, so he had to fold his hands in front of his chest and said, "It's up to you."

"Easy, just cut it off with one knife." As he said this, he held down the pork with one hand and held the knife with the other hand, and slowly cut it with gestures. When it was about to break, he stopped the knife and looked around.

The onlookers were silent and stared at the knife in Shaoqiang's hand. They estimated in their hearts how heavy Shaoqiang's knife would be. Although Shaoqiang did not cut with Lin Hua, Lin Hua felt happy in his heart.

Seeing that today's pork is about to be sold out, someone comes to chop the meat and chop it. You chop it and I chop it. The remaining ten kilograms of pork may not be enough to chop it.

Shaoqiang used the tip of the knife to cut the nearly broken piece of pork, looked left and right, and finally made up his mind to cut off the meat at once. He picked up the meat, weighed it, then put it aside, got out of the way and said: "

It’s your turn.”

Hailun rarely cooked food, and his hand holding the knife seemed a bit awkward, so he carefully cut off a strip of meat.

As soon as Hailun cut off the meat, Erpang shook his head and said, "Brother Lun, I think you may lose with this cut. Your cut is at least three pounds, which is more than enough."

Hyalun compared Shao Qiang's cut meat with his own. He felt that his cut was much heavier. He threw the meat in front of Lin Hua and said dejectedly: "Oh! No matter what, if you lose, you lose."

"Although Hyilun is a rich man, he has never gambled. He still feels very uncomfortable after losing a pound of pork.

Lin Hua picked up the scale, skillfully used the scale hook to hook up the meat, and said, "We haven't weighed it yet. I don't know who will win."

The one weighed first was the one cut off by Shaoqiang. As the weight was moved out little by little, to Shaoqiang and Erpang's surprise, when the string holding the weight was moved a little past nine liang, the scale beam became flat.

, neither up nor down. Lin Hua stretched out the scale

He came over, showed it to everyone, and counted: "Nine two three." Since this is a meat chopping exercise, the meat cannot be weighed like selling meat. If the tail of the scale is still upward, it counts, and nine two three is nine.

Two or three, you cannot round it up to say nine taels.

After counting, Hailun, who had been depressed just now, immediately became excited. The one he cut was heavier than Shaoqiang's. He really didn't necessarily lose. He said happily: "Weigh mine quickly."
Chapter completed!