In that year's Waxing Moon, seeing that the Spring Festival was approaching, the fat pigs raised in the family pig pen had been physically strong, carefully cared for nearly a year, and they grew really fat and strong, and there was a process that could be steamed and fried to add some oil and water to the stomach.
Early in the morning, Dad borrowed the utensils for scalding pigs early, and called his uncle and an uncle of the Ben family as a helper, after all, two or three hundred pounds of pigs, just by virtue of our family's several pigs can not be suppressed. After everything was in place, the pigs were not fed in the morning, in the mound in front of the house, a large hole with a diagonal mouth was dug, the pig was a discarded oil barrel transformation, there were too many people who killed pigs recently, and there was nothing else, put down the oil barrel, use bricks to support a space where firewood can be placed, and then add water and make a fire. Push a small cart for the countryside, prepare the rope, washbasin, everything is ready, just wait for the pigs to be killed.
As a result, the water was boiling, and the pig killer did not see the pig killer coming for a long time, there was no telephone at that time, the father went to look for it again, urged several times, after killing the pigs for the previous family, the pig killer actually drank a small wine, let us catch the pig first, tied it up, and waited for him to eat and drink a little. It's a knife thing, don't worry.
This time, it was one morning, near noon, the water in the bucket was burned a little and a half, and it was added several times, but never waited for the pig killer. The pigs who were tied up did not eat the food on the road in the morning, they were hungry and frightened, and the heads tied up by the five flowers were constantly humming on the cart, and the white foam that spat out flowed on the ground. And we were waiting to kill the pigs early and eat the freshest fried meat slices, but as a result, we were delayed by the pig killer who coveted the cup.
The sun had reached noon, and the pig slayer had not yet arrived.
It may be that the pig hummed for a long time that day, dad and a bunch of people, after smoking several packs of cigarettes, drinking a few pots of boiling water, the uncle finally had a sharp eye, it was an acute child, staring at the pig killer did not come, he ate a few mouthfuls of dry food in the morning, a little hungry, a pat on the thigh, gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and said fiercely: "Fuck, there is no pig killer, and you can't eat pork, you wait!" ”
After saying that, he ran out of the door, pushed on his bicycle, which was falling apart except for the bell that did not ring, and walked away with a foot and a cigarette. The rest of us looked at each other, not knowing what the uncle was going to do, the pig killer couldn't wait, there was one less person, this pig couldn't be killed, and we were preparing to call the pig slayer again to see when it could be arranged. A passing villager brought us bad news, the pig killer drank too much, and it is estimated that he could not kill it today. Suddenly, several people did not know what to do, the mother looked at her own hands to feed the big pigs, even if she died and died, she couldn't bear it, and was ready to let go, and then let her eat something.
When he was overwhelmed, his uncle entered the door with a fierce wind and fire, carrying a small satchel, throwing it on the ground next to the pig, and the bag made a jingling sound, obviously a knife that he didn't know where to find, his eyes narrowed, and he drank: "Come, kill the pig!" Grandma's, all hands on, press well! "After saying that, I poured out everything in my bag, a few sharp knives, and picked the longest one."
It is estimated that the pig also smelled death from this sudden change at this time, and suddenly, the cry increased by an octave, from humming to a hoarse scream.
I hurriedly put the basin on the ground under the neck of the pig, the uncle carried the knife, a hand on the pig's throat touched, touched many times, I guess I don't know where to start, with my own experience of watching many times, aimed at a part, a knife stabbed down. The blood gushed out at once, strangely, not much, and less, the uncle was also very confused, he scratched a few times from the side, and began to flow, but according to our analysis afterwards, it still did not pierce the key part, just like this, prick a few times, leave some blood, and then prick a few times, and then a little, and even, finally, the knife edge accompanied by the pig's breath to spray blood foam. I leaned the side of the weight, pressed the pig's hind legs, watched my uncle kill the pig, really fatal, he stabbed it, the pig shivered, the hind legs slammed a little, and finally, I didn't dare to look at it, just pressed the pig's hind legs vigorously.
Finally, after struggling for a long time, the poor pig stopped convulsing and screaming. However, there is not much blood in the basin.
Seeing that the pig did not struggle, only out of the gas, did not enter, we quickly pushed the cart to the oil drum, the water temperature is just right, even the towing belt pulled the pig's head outward into the barrel. Something that made us panic suddenly happened, the pig that was undoubtedly dead, was actually scalded by hot water and lived.... Alive!! ... Really alive!
(Codeword engaged in memories are very hard, pay attention to me @ north by northwest you put me drunk, updated tomorrow)
