Confessions of the Prince of Pork

I'm a rough man.

So, like all self-introductions, at the beginning of the article, please learn about my background.

My name is Wang Junchen and I am from the countryside. There's nothing inferiority in this, and the reason why I came up with such a sentence is that I'm afraid that some eccentric people won't take it seriously after listening to the following content. The countryside is a good place, the air is good, the blue sky, the white clouds, nothing to lie on the grass, enjoying the warm sunshine, indescribably comfortable. The relationship between people is also simple, sincere and simple, and life is very innocent. Flying in the forest, running on the ground, swimming in the water, as long as you have sharp hands and feet, you can have a full meal if you catch it.

Among them, the most unforgettable is the pig. I don't have much affection for the pig itself, not to mention anything else, just because they wander around the village every day, like a wandering god, and they don't go back to the circle when they are tired. I'm sure many people are like me. Fortunately, the unpleasant consequence is that I ate it.

The taste of pork, cooking methods, etc., are not the focus of my description, after so many years of long-term practice, the skills accumulated by working people are really beyond my ability to talk about in detail. What I want to show you is the process of killing pigs.

(************************************************************** I don't know how many times this place has been deleted, and the reason is that it is too bloody and will have a bad impact on teenagers. ----Mowu Commentary)

The whole scene is very exciting, and it is exaggerated to say that there is a feeling of boiling beast blood. I think that's how my first impression of pigs was established, and the howls of dying pigs still echo in my ears from time to time. After killing, the pork will be divided. At that time, the awareness of hygiene was not as high as it is now, and it had to go through quality inspection or something, as long as the parasites were not hooked out of the pig's body, people basically did not get sick after eating it--- at least I did not hear of anyone in the village who got sick because of eating slaughtered pork. This food has benefited me again, and I have a solid young man, and I am also more energetic when I go to class.

With the strong body that I grew from eating pork and my own unremitting efforts, I was admitted to university and came to S City after graduation. To be honest, the city made me uncomfortable, but I eventually adapted, and the rural people's sense of being at ease prevailed. In S City, I learned a lot of things that I didn't understand before. It's not hypocritical, I focused on my studies in college, although the effect was not significant. With a worthless diploma, I came to the wasteland and started as a small salesman.

After a few years of hard work, I felt that something in my body was slowly starting to drain away. But some things don't change, and I still like to eat pork. Whether it's stir-fried garlic moss with lean meat or pork rib soup, it's my favorite. Compared to the strange flowers and greenery in the city, I gradually began to think that only pork is the most real. One thing is multi-purpose, no matter which use is clear.

During this period, I worked hard to do my job every day, and I could enjoy a meal with pork every day. Sometimes when you go out to eat with friends, pork is also a must-order. I suddenly discovered that pork has another advantage, that is, it is approachable, unlike beef and mutton, and I am willing to pay for a pound during the New Year's holidays. In this way, the days passed day by day, and none of them were good or bad.

I never thought that it was such a beloved pork, and one day when I went to eat it as usual, I suddenly found that its price had increased. If it goes up, it will go up, I can afford it anyway. Three days later I regretted it because I found out that pork was just an insignificant member of the camp of rising prices. Now it's a problem. Everything is rising, all in all, my already shy pockets are even more stretched, and my career of eating pork every day is coming to an end. It's really reluctant.

It's still the same sentence, just be at peace with what happens. Although there are fewer opportunities to meet pork, I still think about it every day. What can be done, pork has risen, and other meats are estimated to be the same, so there is still hope for pork. However, the voice of the people of the whole country is not as simple as mine, and here are a few of my casual excerpts:

Boss Li of the gym came to return the membership card and said, my wife said, the price of pigs has risen, and the meat on your body is not less, exercise a fart!

Aunt Zhang, who sells vegetables at the market, said to customers: Buy more mushrooms, this thing tastes no worse than pork!

Dr. Liu of the internal medicine department of the hospital said to Dr. Huang: If the price of pork rises again, the high blood lipids will be gone, and there will be less bonuses in the future!

I don't want to analyze the reasons behind the above statements, all I care about is when I can go back to my old life. Of course, I can still see the impact of pork price hikes on people's lives. But then again, pork is a good thing, and that's the same.

Finally, a crooked poem ends.

Meat raises people, the world is overwhelmed, the time is not good, the price does not pass away, the price does not pass away, what can be helped?

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