Childhood fun ~ Dad killed a pig for the first time

When I was a child, every year in the waxing moon, my grandmother's family would kill a big fat pig, in previous years this work was done by the second uncle, only to see the second uncle holding a long sharp knife in his hand, aiming at the neck of the pig, the white knife into the red knife out, with a terrible pig howl and a few twitches, the whole process ended in about five minutes, immediately take a large basin in the neck that received fresh pig blood, irrigate grandma's favorite blood sausage.

This year, the second uncle was not there, and my father had to experience killing pigs, and grandma said: "Killing pigs looks simple, but it is actually a technical job, and it will not be impossible." Dad didn't believe it, slapped his chest and snapped, and swore: "Rest assured Mom, I will definitely do it" Only to see Dad take a knife and point it at the bundled pig heroically stabbed the first knife, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, the pig howled with all his might, but did not stop breathing, on the contrary, the struggle was more intense. Dad made up two more knives, still did not look like he was going to die, then something even more terrible happened, it actually broke the knot tied by Dad and frantically fled for his life.

Frightened to run to the house, Grandma watched the pig run in the crack of the door and said, "Boss, my blood sausage can't be eaten" Dad said: "It's okay Mom can still have a little, five, four, three, two, one, watching the pig run slower and slower, and finally fell down unwillingly, Grandma looked at a yard of blood and said, "It's over, not a single root." When she was collecting the pork, grandma said: "Killing so many pigs is a knife, you are the only pig who dies of excessive blood loss."