2

In the early morning, the cold wind was like a blade flying in the air, squeaking and screaming, cutting through Wen Ruo's father's flesh and skin, and the pain was piercing. Wen Ruo picked up the package again and followed Bumrungrad to a strange place. Staring at Wen Ruo's father for a long time, at the gate of the labor camp, cold tears slipped down his chin and fell on his chest. After sending his son away, he returned to the prison cell, covered himself with the quilt and wept bitterly. This whimpering cry seemed to come from the bottom of the sea, and it shook the prisoners in the entire prison camp. They all wept, and no one persuaded anyone, and no one comforted anyone. On this day, there are only a few pitiful days left before the New Year.

On the afternoon of the third day of the Lunar New Year, a few sheep were killed in the labor camp, and each canteen was given one. The slaughter of sheep was carried out by the managers of a labor camp, and some prisoners watched curiously.

The knife operator grabbed the sheep's head with one hand, and with a quick flick of the other, the blade cut a neat cross-cut cut on the sheep's neck. He stretched out his mouth to grasp the back of the knife, and the two fingers of his free hand had already reached the edge of the knife, and he pinched the throat and twisted it to one side. The sheep's body trembled slightly, and the front hooves first knelt down, then the hind hooves went limp and fell to the ground.

There was not a trace of blood on the ground. The knife hand flips the sheep over, belly facing the sky, limbs open, the tip of the knife first from the edge of the sheep's neck along the center of the belly to the end of the tail, and then from the junction of the four hooves and the sheepskin along the inside of the sheep's feet to the center line. Next, the knife is inserted into the sheep's mouth, one hand grasps the sheepskin, and the other hand makes a fist and pushes hard between the sheepskin and the mutton, and in the slightest heat, the sheepskin and meat are separated.

The two hind legs of the sheep are hung on a simple horizontal bar made of wood, and the knife hand cuts the four limbs of the sheep in a circle, and the sheepskin falls off in its entirety, hangs on the sheep's neck, and finally cuts the sheep's head in its entirety, and the body of a bright sheep hangs upside down on the tripod.

The belly of the sheep was deeply knifed from the middle of the hind legs, pulled down, the blade reached, the fresh meat was cracked, and the knife stopped at the neck, and the sheep was completely disemboweled. The operator reached into the belly of the sheep and pulled it down hard, and the sheep's internal organs and blood fell into the large basin below.

The body of the sheep swayed in the wind, and soon the bright red meat turned gray and white mixed with purple red, waiting for the final ** several pieces according to the use, and then the meat and bones were knocked out, and went to the place where they were needed.

Wen Ruo's father behaved very positively, watching the whole sheep killing process almost half-closed. When he was able to do it, he held back his nausea and, under the guidance of a man who understood, cleaned the goat's guts with a few other active prisoners. Understandable explained while directing: "The blood of this killing method will not flow out, it is all in the internal organs and meat, and you can eat a lot more catties of meat." Even the bleeding is in the stomach, and there is no trace of blood on the outside. ”

On the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, it was much darker than usual, and there was no starlight. In the cafeterias, the cauldron was boiled over a high fire, and it was bubbling. The big pot is full of cabbage, rotips, large pieces of mutton bones, lamb offal, and small pieces of mutton. Everyone can eat enough soup and water and a white flour steamed bun. Everyone also made an exception and gave some more liquor, a small half bowl, about three taels. Wen Ruo's father drank the wine after eating, and he drank it all in two sips, this was the most wine he drank, and it was also the last time he drank in his life, so he saw himself off.

The managers and workers of the Laogai Farm and more prisoners were lively until late, and a cannon was fired on the farm, which echoed for a long time in the open field. As soon as the sound of artillery subsided, a heavy snow fell. The labor camp was also quiet, except for the sound of heavy snow falling.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the Laogai Farm fell into a dead silence along with the wasteland. Most of the managers of the Laogai farms have returned home from vacation, and only a few of them have stayed on duty. The prisoners also struggled to sleep, trying to survive the first day of the new year in their sleep. The heavy snow that began to fall at midnight did not stop until noon, and the sky covered the sky and the sun, and the ground was covered with snow, confusing everything and covering everything.

In the afternoon, the snow stops and the sun shines brightly on the snow. Two prison guards on duty, walking through the snow to patrol. One said, "It's been more than ten years, and it's the first time I've seen such a big snowfall, and the whole world has turned white." Another said: "The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting, looking at the Great Wall inside and outside the only reckless!" Both of them were infected by the heroism of this poem, and at the same time they looked into the distance, and at the same time they stopped, and stood still. After a while, they looked at each other, full of doubts waiting for each other to be answered.

They saw that on the horizontal bar of yesterday's sheep slaughter, something that looked like a person was hanging, like the shadow of a character in a shadow puppet play against the background of snow, rippling in no direction. At the same time, they lowered their voices and said, "It's people, it's people." "Although they have seen many dead people, they have also disposed of dead bodies, and more likely they have carried out the task of executing criminals, but in this snow-white world, and it is the Spring Festival celebrated by the whole country, a person in wide clothes hanging in front of them still makes their scalps tingle and their hearts tightened and uncomfortable.

In Wen Ruo's father's prison cell, fellow inmates were talking. Someone said, "I slept for a while at night, and I was really uncomfortable, and after sitting for a while, I found that he was gone." I thought I must have eaten too much, had a bad stomach, and went to the toilet to squat. Then I fell asleep. Someone else said, "When I found him absent at dawn, I thought he had gone out to see the snow." A man at the door said, "There are no footprints outside, I must have gone out at night and never returned." Another person whispered, "Count me too much, did he run away?" Did you miss your son and go to see him? Some of them also underestimated that it was like talking to themselves: "Maybe I told Kang Gong that after they left, he would escape and go to Nanjing...... Almost, it seems like this......" While they were discussing who they wanted to report to the farm, two prison guards were already standing at the door and said, "It's okay to report, you all get dressed and go out together." ”

They were stunned by the scene in front of them, Wen Ruo's father was hanging from a large wooden shelf for killing sheep on the farm, and the snow on his head was piled in the shape of a steamed bun, and there seemed to be no snow on his body. They recognized the clothes he was wearing when he got married, a thin tunic that looked particularly generous, as if he was several sizes larger. This dress was sent from the capital, and he showed them this set of clothes, and told them that this set of clothes was hand-sewn by a famous tailor in the capital, and it was only worn when he got married, and he never had the opportunity to wear it again.

Wen Ruo followed Kang Gong on Chinese New Year's Eve at a train station, and while they were waiting for the train, Kang Gong also drank a few sips of wine, and he had to let Wen Ruo take a sip, saying that he drank it instead of his father. Kang Gong looked at the poor child in front of him with a red face, and suddenly felt like crying. He remembered Wen Ruo's father, and when they were about to leave the farm, he carried Wen Ruo on his back and gave him a small package, wrapped it neatly, and said, "Kang Gong, Wen Ruo entrusted it to you, and caused you trouble, I will call you my brother." You take good care of this bag of things, and then hand it over to Wen Ruo when he is sensible. He is your child, you have to discipline him like your own child, there are too many things I want to say to you, I believe that my brother is an understanding person, so I won't say more. "In the station, there are a few people, looking desolate and miserable.

Along the way, there were crowds of people everywhere, and the carriage was even more airtight. Wen Ruo almost curled all the way, and now finally fell asleep with his legs stretched on the bench in the waiting room of this station. Wen Ruo sometimes turned over and muttered to himself. Kang Gong thought: Did the child think of his father in his dream?

This book was first published from 17k, the first time to see the genuine content!

#includevirtual="/fragment/6/3236.html".qrcode{width:590px; margin:0auto; background:#fff; border:1pxsolidc; padding:15px20px; overflow:hidden; }.qrcodeimg{float:left; }.qrcodeul{margin-left:120px; font:14px/1.5"microsoftyahei"; padding-left:15px; }.qrcodeli{list-style:square; margin-bottom:5px; }

Scan the QR code to pay attention to the 17k official WeChat, and the latest chapters can also be seen on WeChat! Click on the + number in the upper right corner of WeChat, select Add Friends, and search for the official account "wap_17k" to follow us. Reply to "Grand Prize + Your QQ Number" to participate in the event. 10 iPhone6, 10,000 QQ members are waiting for you!