For a remote town, it was not affected by the disintegration of the Soviet Union. At most, there were a few self-proclaimed smart people who expressed a few words of impermanence in the world, and the rest regarded this matter as a topic of passing boring time.

"Wife, are you doing well recently?" I suddenly remembered my future father-in-law. It seemed that he had been hit by this storm, so Du Yuanzhou immediately called the phone.

"Yuanzhou, I'm pretty good. But due to the influence of the Soviet Union, the entire newspaper was panicked. I heard that other agencies were not stable..."

Since the collapse of the Soviet Union, the two have not had a phone call at one time. Du Yuanzhou has been busy collecting news and writing some articles. Lin Jiayi is not stable. At this time, the newspapers were panicked and were all cautious, fearing that they would make political mistakes. No one dared to write random comments, which directly affected her work and life, and she was no exception.

"It's okay, my wife, things will always pass. You have to be careful..." Du Yuanzhou still reminded him that Lin Jiayi is sometimes smarter than herself.

"Honey, do you think the direction of the wind will change this time?" Lin Jiayi asked carefully on the phone, halfway covering the microphone.

"Don't worry! Our country's basic route with economic development as the center will never waver. Look at the current special zone, Dongpu, and the vast rural areas across the country, how much changes have occurred. This is enough to prove that reform and opening up is correct. If it stops, it will be a reverse of history."

On the phone, Du Yuanzhou analyzed it in detail without bothering. In fact, he not only said these words to Lin Jiayi, but also hoped to be transmitted to her father Lin Wuhao's ears through her mouth.

Du Yuanzhou's words made Lin Jiayi nod. Since the disintegration of the Soviet Union, she not only overheard some of her colleagues' words, but also listened to her father's analysis at home, but most of them tend to be conservatives who are currently strong. Du Yuanzhou's view is exactly the opposite, and it seems that the analysis is more appropriate.

The truth does not determine the number of people, and it is often in the hands of a few people. This has been confirmed many times by history. Lin Jiayi also knows that this is a fact.

"Wife, is my father-in-law okay?" Finally, Du Yuanzhou asked. He only found out last time that his future father-in-law is the deputy director of the Provincial Party Committee Propaganda Department and a person with real power. Of course, it is one of the reasons why Lin Jiayi entered the Liaodong Daily.

"You are really not ashamed. We are not married yet, so we just called my dad like this. It's so beautiful! What's wrong? Of course my dad is fine!" Lin Jiayi said coquettishly, with a hint of confusion in her bright eyes.

"It's fine. Tell your dad, don't make any comments before things are clear." Du Yuanzhou said seriously on the phone.

"What's wrong? Is there anything wrong?" Lin Jiayi knew that this was not like groundlessness and asked quickly.

"It's fine. I'm afraid of standing in the wrong team." Du Yuanzhou said. Then, he asked Lin Jiayi to pay attention to her father's movements at all times. If he made any remarks, it would be best for him to take a look.

Lin Jiayi was a little confused. After all, there was a clear gap between the two, regardless of age or position, and it was not even on the same level at all. A provincial executive had any words and deeds and needed to refer to the opinions of a new official. It always felt a little awkward. But when I looked back, Du Yuanzhou did have a unique opinion, and he would not harm him anyway, so he agreed.

Du Yuanzhou repeatedly reminded her that she would definitely get Lin Wuhao's actions in advance. Because Lin Jiayi said that the Lin family has a good family tradition, that is, there are many important things that Lin Wuhao would tell her, hoping to increase her daughter's knowledge, expand her horizons, and enhance her analytical skills.

After quitting the phone, Du Yuanzhou picked up the teacup next to him, took a sip of water, and then leaned on the chair, no longer thinking about it. The position was too low and there was plenty of things to be willing but not enough.

In a blink of an eye, it was the twelfth lunar month. In this era, there was a custom of killing pigs in the northeastern countryside. After entering the twelfth lunar month, every household began to kill pigs one after another to prepare for the New Year. First, we invited the neighbors, and then stored the remaining meat in a large jar, buried it in snow to moisturize. There was meat to eat throughout the first lunar month, and it was eaten until the second day of February.

Just after Laba, his father Du Dianwen called and asked him if he had time the day after tomorrow and his family was preparing to kill the New Year pig. By the end of the year, there was not much business in the company. Du Yuanzhou thought about it and said that there was no particularly important thing in the past two days, so he said that if he had time, he would not go to work.

Generally, the "New Year pigs" killed in rural areas are two-year pigs, that is, pigs born in the spring of the first year, and they are killed again in the winter of the next year, and then about 300 kilograms. After a year of free-range pigs, although the pigs have lost a little, they are very big, and those who are not promising or are too thin are sold. Only the pigs with good waists and good growth are selected as New Year pigs. The selected pigs will have good food in the autumn, and the owner will feed them at all costs, and keep them in the pen to make them fat.

The day when slaughtering pigs is the busiest day for adults and the happiest day for children. It is also the day when slaughtering relatives and friends, and neighbors eat pig-killing vegetables. Du Dianwen has found a pig-killing maker, Du Laojiu, the second master of Du Yuanzhou, because these days are also the busiest day for pig-killing makers. If you book late, it will be troublesome to play with others.

As soon as it was bright early in the morning, Du Yuanzhou, Du Dahai, who came to eat the New Year pig, and two other strong men invited came to the yard, released the already hungry pig from the pigpen, closed the gate of the yard, and sprinkled a handful of soybeans in the yard. While the pig was only consuming soybeans, the two grabbed the hind legs of a pig from the back, and one of them put the pig on the ground. The other two also held the pig's head from the front, and finally tied its four hooves with ropes.

Du Laojiu was wearing a leather apron that was dragged to the feet, and carried a long strip on his shoulder. The strip was made of steel bars as thick as a finger. There were two scrapers made of iron plates about half a foot square. The scraper was bent into an iron cylinder on one side and just put it on the strip. He was carrying a sharp pig-killing knife more than one foot long.

The four hooves of the caught pig were tied together with a rope, and then tied their mouths with a rope, so that the pig's howling changed from a very exaggerated shout to a low moan. Then, people lifted it onto a large chopping board, its head tilted downward, and a large iron basin was placed on the ground below, and some clean water was filled in it, which was intended to collect pig blood.
Chapter completed!