There are only a few days left before New Year's, and Zhang Fenglan had specifically waited for Lin Anning to come home before slaughtering the pig, wanting her to have fresh pork.
Although the pigs at home hadn't been raised for many months, Zhang Fenglan had spared no expense in feeding and watering them, so they were better raised than those in the rest of the village.
By now, they had grown to over a hundred pounds each.
In the past, they definitely would have been reluctant to eat them, but now things were different, their home conditions had improved, and they were no longer so frugal.
Today, Su Dagui didn't even go out, staying at home specially to help out.
Outside, by the drying yard, they had heated a large pot of water, waiting to scald the pig's bristles.
Huo Shen, for a change, wasn't wearing his white shirt today, just a simple short-sleeved T-shirt.
The muscles on his arms were clearly defined and strong, ready and eager for the task at hand.