Every year when the autumn wind blows, some people here start to fill sausagesIn addition to pork, casing, sugar, salt, wine and other seasonings, sausages also need a small enema machine. Generally speaking, very few people will be busy at home to fill sausages. As a result, many pork stalls in this season double as processing sausages. I like lap-mei. But for several years in a row, I didn't put sausages. First, we prefer to eat wind meat (pork with a pinch of salt and Hu Yumei sauce smeared with a layer, hung in a ventilated and cool outside, and can be eaten in five days). Second, every year, my younger brother takes over the task of loading sausages, and I can take two small hangers to try them. 
That day in the vegetable market, I heard an acquaintance say that her family had filled sausages for the second time this year. I suddenly became interested in the sausages that were shiny in color, full of juicy, fragrant on the outside and tender on the inside, and the taste was greatly reduced after the wax moon.
Without further ado!The next morning, I went straight to the butcher stall in the vegetable market. The front of the butcher stall was full of people, and in addition to those who bought meat and ribs, pig's trotters, etc., there were six or seven people waiting in line to dress up with sausages. The stall owners are a couple in their fifties. At this time, the female stall owner is cutting, weighing, and collecting money, and the male stall owner is peeling, dicing, and rinsing the pork to be enema. The sister of the stall owner, who came to help temporarily, was in charge of the sausage filling machine and tying the sausages into knots with white cotton thread. After waiting in line for more than an hour, it was finally my turn. At this time, the woman standing in front of me shouted, "AhhhBoss, I don't want MSG!The sister immediately shouted, "Then why didn't you say it earlier?"Salt and wine are weighed in!The woman said, "I thought I had chicken essence!"At this time, the female stall owner was busy supporting her sister, so three people and two teams had a dispute, so it was not lively!Fortunately, in the end, the two sides ceased to fight: this team, the sister said "It's annoying!".Throwing out the salt, wine and monosodium glutamate, of course, bears the loss. In that team, although the women couldn't talk about the stall owner's sisters, they didn't speak when they achieved their goal. As a bystander, I don't know why the stall owner's sister has such a big temperActually, many people don't eat MSG. If you can be meticulous in doing things, you can ask if you want to add MSG every time you weigh the seasoning. Put it in a plastic bag.
Ten. Two or three catties of sausages were brought home, and they were ready to be taken to the balcony to dry. As soon as I picked up the upper end of the cotton rope, I found that the meat of the second sausage had burst out from top to bottom, and the casing was broken!It seems that this casing is not strong. That had to run back and get them back to work. After all, there are a few people who think about breaking the skin, so let's take out the good ones and dry them first. Pick up another piece of cotton rope, it's broken!It's broken again. Can't carry it anymore!Spread out the sausages completely, and found that all but two sausages were connected together by the casing!
Carrying a plastic bag containing sausages to the stall, there were not many customers. I said to the stall owner standing at the door, "Some of the sausages are broken." Unexpectedly, he immediately replied: "After loading the sausage for so long, you are the first (said to break the skin)." I scolded him: "Do you blame me?"The female stall owner flipped through the sausages on the board and spoke: "Look, this cotton thread has been wound by you a few times, and it's no wonder if it doesn't break!"I said, "Funny, huh?"Your casing is 10 catties of meat, and you don't cut it in the middle, and no matter how strong the casing is, you can't bear it!At this time, the sister spoke: "What are you arguing about?".Wouldn't it be okay to take it over and do it again!Although she didn't examine herself, at the moment, compared to the pair of stall owners who like to fight, she is still a reasonable person.
Another lady came over with a sausage and said to the stall owner, "Boss, this sausage has several broken skins, how did you do it?"At this time, the male stall owner standing next to him pretended not to hear. I laughed when I saw him being slapped in the face. The stall owner laughed a little, and said to the lady Nunu and me, who were standing together, and said to the aunt who had been standing behind me for more than 600 yuan and bought sausages for more than 600 yuan, and was now standing next to me waiting to get the sausagesYou see, I met two raw hands today, and I didn't know how to carry them, and the sausage broke the skin. The aunt looked at us hurriedly and echoed: "Yes, you must pay attention to the method when carrying sausages, you must pay attention to the method." "One is a stall owner who is strong and reasonable, and the other is an aunt who pretends to be confused, what can I say more?I've seen the strange moments of this stall owner before. Once, when the female stall owner was not at the stall, I weighed two ribs from the male stall owner. He was chopping when she returned. When she heard that it was sold for 29 yuan a catty, she shouted: "It's 30 yuan a catty, how can you sell it for 29 yuan?"The male stall owner said, "It's sold for 29 yuan, it's fine." As soon as the words fell, she scolded the male stall owner with a scolding face, of course, she did not forget to "greet" his mother. The man was silent at this time. Surprised, I was embarrassed. If it weren't for the ribs, I'd have turned around and run. Looking at the other two customers at the stall, they were both expressionless. In an instant, I was relieved: the stall owner himself was not embarrassed, so why should I be embarrassed?After that, I changed to a butcher stall to buy meat. Because her stall is close to the gate, I have to pass by her stall when I go to other meat stalls. In normal times, the business of the butcher stall is far less prosperous than it is now when it was loaded with sausages. Several times, when she saw me, she greeted me with a smile. After a few times, I was a little embarrassed, and thought to myself: although I don't know if the pork of these two stores is as local pork as they claim to be, the meat is indeed fresh, and the stew is quite fragrant. It's the same with two **, where is not to buy?If her house is closer, let's buy her again. 
Two days after the sausages were filled, I went to another butcher stall to buy pork ribs. To my surprise, at this house, I didn't see anyone queuing up for sausages. Confused, someone asked the female stall owner: "Can you put sausages?"She said, "Yes." You see, I left these two pieces of meat here, which are the sausages that the old customers greeted. You weigh the meat first, and come and get the sausages in the afternoon. I'm sorry, I'm just busy, I can't be busy. Listening to her say this, thinking that there were only three meat stalls in this small vegetable market, and the third stall had only one stall owner, I finally understood the reason why the husband and wife stall owner was "bullish" during this time: his family had actually monopolized the sausage business in the two surrounding communities!First, the people who come to load sausages are mostly uncles and aunts, who usually buy vegetables, and may run to the big vegetable market more than a mile away from the community, but it is difficult for them to walk or ride back more than ten catties or dozens of catties of sausages. Second, compared with the other two, this husband and wife stall, the division of labor and cooperation of three people to load sausages, is naturally fast, of course, it is the first choice.
Next year, I won't be loading sausages anymore because I don't want to mess with the stall owners. If you want to eat, you can go to my brother's house and get a few if you want. What's so strange about sausages?However, if now, we are still as poor as we were in the sixties and seventies, with tickets for all kinds of daily necessities, we have to queue up and "go through the back door" to eat a piece of pork, then the "power" of the meat seller, do we dare to offend?When the right to choose is very small, the "face" and "ambition" of ordinary people are not so important, and social fairness and justice may become a luxury. Let's think about it again: if one day, our pig industry here is really controlled by the legendary capital of a certain country, then we can still eat pork without clenbuterol?I'm afraid I can't call anyone "ancestor"!