The smiles on the faces of the onlookers were heartfelt and full, and at this moment, the bars sandwiched in the crooks of their arms warmed up a little. They even gathered around to talk or look forward to what was coming, and the hot voices were embedded with the meaning of the cycle of the four seasons.

This is the last moment of the big fat pig's life.

The neighbors tried to put the buckle of a hemp rope on its hind legs, and it was a one-time success!

It's a sudden fight!

It's an unequal contest!

The big fat pig was unprepared by the neighbors and used to it in a group.

His life was threatened, and this big guy weighing more than 200 pounds chose to break free.

There is no shortage of spectators on such occasions. Like these earth dogs, in their minds, are they watching the fire from the other side or sharing weal and woe? The dog himself said that it was not that complicated, we were just curious.

Smoke and dust are everywhere. The air was filled with the smell of dry earth, and even made people feel choking. It is almost impossible to imagine that this is like fighting on an ancient battlefield.

"Get on the board and go!" Master Liu shouted, and the laughter of the onlookers stopped abruptly, and the big drama was about to be staged.

Immediately after, the sound of footsteps from far to near.

Two wooden poles, criss-crosses, four men, and a board

"One, two, three, up!"

The pig screamed and struggled, and everyone pressed it against the board in unison.

The busiest is naturally the master, and between the eyebrows, there is a breath of war.

The neighbors are on high alert, just pressing it so stubbornly, since there has been a legend of the "pig with a knife" running away, it is difficult to achieve the continuation of the "pig-carrying pig" to escape.

Minutes and seconds are glued, but it is like a long ......

There is no cold light, no awe. Master Liu walked over, and the sharp weapon in his hand was his habitual calmness.

With this knife, the pig struggled even more, and everyone held their breath and didn't dare to relax.

Steadily, blood gushed out...... Dripping into the basin that has been prepared below.

Even if the blood flow is already trickling weakly. The neighbor held the corn stalks and didn't dare to stop for a moment. Sub-zero temperatures can condense a lot of things, but this blood, no.

At this moment, the dark red description is sharp; At this moment, the dark red state is called ticking.

As if realizing that the big guy's breath was still there, Master Liu did not hesitate to let the knife go in and out again and stirred it a few times.

It seems to have given up the struggle. And the neighbors can breathe a little sigh of relief because of this, "Hehe, it's not intense." Where is this? The most intense was that year, a knife went down, good guy, the old guy ran away with a knife on his body! Hahaha"

After bloodletting, the pig stopped struggling.

Finally, it collapsed in those few tens of seconds.

A near-tragic fight was coming to an end in the smoke and dust that had not yet dissipated, and even the howl of pain still echoed in my ears.

The flow of blood gradually stops. But the total outflow is clearly far from sufficient.

"Forget it, it must be all blood poured into the chest. Hehehehehe" Master Liu's warm laughter seemed to be a self-mockery of his own craftsmanship. is also a little bit of a prediction of the situation.

Master Liu pressed a few times on the big guy's abdomen and confirmed the prediction just now: more blood was indeed poured into the chest.

Lan Lin picked up the blood basin and ran back to the house, so that the blood would not be close to freezing due to the cold.

In the field, a huge cauldron. Filled with water. It's been boiling for a while. The white mist seems to exude a message of hospitality.

Placed in a stop, Master Liu removed all kinds of fetters from the big guy.

Freedom, after life.

The tools for shaving are as cold as the weather, only when they are held in the hands of neighbors. will be stained with some enthusiasm.

Several earth dogs began to lick up a pool of blood on the ground, a scene that witnessed the bloodthirsty nature of dogs.

And Rhubarb, sitting firmly beside Yang Jibin at the moment, has long been uninterested in these ordinary blood foods.

In the past, it was necessary to blow to kill pigs, and the pig's belly was blown up, but now you don't need this trick to kill pigs, you can directly boil water and scald it, and then you can shave it.

Who said that dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water? You see, this scalded down, how good the hair is! After shaving, it must be rinsed with boiling water.

Immediately after that, the feast officially began. Cut the pig's head, disembowel, break the belly, stretch open, turn over the pig's large intestine, pass the small intestine, break the pig's belly and drag the oil, cut the tail .......

The subsequent "meat cutting" also requires the butcher's perennial effort, the knife rises and falls, and a pig is reduced to zero.

Every time Yang Jibin saw the killing of pigs before, he was a little scared, a little bloody, and a little unbearable to look at each other. It's just that this will be a little less of a feeling for him, more of a novelty and excitement.

After Master Liu dealt with the big fat pig neatly according to the procedure, he started to take over the next trip, and after killing two pigs in a row, it was finally his turn to kill the big fat pig of Yang Jibin's family.

Master Liu followed Yang Jibin and others to the pigsty, as soon as he arrived at the door of the pigsty, he looked inside, good guy, several pigs in it were strong and strong, and one could be topped, and suddenly exclaimed: "Uncle Yang, how long have you been raising these pigs?" With such a big size, it must weigh at least six or seven hundred pounds, right? ”

"Hehe, I guess it's about the same number. I haven't been raising it for long, and it's only been more than half a year. Yang Yiren said with a smile.

"Impossible, uncle? I've been killing pigs for so many years, and I've never seen anyone's pigs grow so fat in the first half of the year? What did you grow up with? Master Liu was shocked by Yang Yiren's understatement, which is very unscientific.

"It's not like that, sweet potatoes, corn, bean dregs, cabbage, hogweed, etc. You brothers, go and help, these pigs are a bit wild, be careful.

Yes, first drag out the fattest one and slaughter it, we're going to have a big fat year this year. Knowing that the pigs raised by his family are big and not easy to follow, Yang Yiren wisely found five or six strong juniors to help kill the pigs.

Yang Jibin's family of these big fat pigs, the food they eat is rich in spiritual energy, a pig has to eat most of the pig food every day, just serving these pigs took Feng's half a day's effort, can it not grow fat and strong?

The IQ of these pigs is obviously higher than that of ordinary domestic pigs, and they are humming and howling, looking very panicked, especially the pig that was hooked by Master Liu with an iron hook in his mouth, and he struggled desperately, screaming very miserably.

In the cattle pen not far away, the big yellow cow looked very calm, eating forage by himself, and looked like he had nothing to do with himself.

This stark contrast can't help but remind Yang Jibin of a joke. (To be continued.) )