Sunset West Mountain Red Glow,

The warrior shoots the target and returns the battalion,

The red flower on the chest reflects the colorful glow,

Pleasant singing was flying all over the sky

Misola Miso

Lasomido comes

Pleasant singing was flying all over the sky

The song flew to Beijing

Chairman Mao was overjoyed when he heard this

Praise us for singing well

Praise us for being the first in marksmanship

Misola Miso

Lasomido comes

Praise us for the number one in marksmanship......

I waved a winter grass pole that was broken down on the side of the road, and sang "Return from target shooting" as I walked, and when I turned the cliff in front of me, I could see the old apricot tree at the entrance of the village, and I crossed the small wooden bridge to reach home. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ever since Master Yang had done Dharma for me, there was no good luck at night. I slept well at night, and slowly I went back to my old self. A few days ago, he suddenly fell ill, had a headache and fever, and the barefoot doctor Zeng Fanjin of the brigade took injections and medicines to no avail, and the high fever did not go away, Zeng Fanjin suggested that he be sent to a hospital outside the mountain for treatment.

My father took me to the hospital, and during this time my father was on sick leave at home. The last time he returned to work in the mine on leave was only a week, he was hit by gangue while working underground, and his right foot was missing, and he lost two toes. There was no one to take care of him in the hospital, so his mother took him home to recuperate.

My father sent me to the health center, and I hung a needle, and a small needle pricked my buttocks, plus a large handful of yellow and white pills that I couldn't swallow, and the fever subsided, so my father left me at my grandmother's house for observation and treatment, and my grandmother's house was half a mile away from the health center, which was more convenient. In fact, my illness was completely cured two days earlier, and my grandmother was reluctant to let me go, and I didn't want to go home.

A few teenagers are "playing horns" under the old apricot tree at the entrance of the village (Note 1). From a distance, you can see that it is the sworn friend Huang Shiren, Zashan Diao, Zhou Papi and Hu Hansan. There were knives and stubs to be thrown beside the almond trees. Presumably, the four of them went to the side mountain to chop wood together, and they couldn't help but fight here for three hundred rounds first. When a few people saw me, they shouted and shouted, and they said:

"Monkey, you've just come back, are you having fun at your grandmother's house?"

"It's better if you're sick, don't go to school and don't chop wood, there's good food, dog's day.,Why don't I get sick......"

"Hey monkey, you came back empty-handed? Your grandmother didn't bring you something to eat? ”

"Hey, I said monkey, your father is dying, and the adults say it's just two or three days old."

"Yes, everyone in the village has gone to see it in the past two days, and they all said that they won't live for a few days."

“……”

At this time, it was just two months before Yang Shigong's prophecy.

I "g-dong" in my heart, pulled out my gossip buddies, and ran into the village in terror.

Nan's father Meng Qingnan is a butcher in the village, who makes a table of good dishes and is famous far and wide. He has the same surname as me, I call him Grandfather by generation, everyone calls him Meng Butcher, and I call him Nan Daddy (Note 2).

Meng Qingnan liked me very much, at that time, life was hard, there was not enough rice to eat, and I had to rely on sweet potatoes and grains to help, and the meat and meat could only be seen during the New Year, and it was rarely seen in ordinary times.

No matter how hard your life is, red and white happy events should come. According to local customs, whenever there is a happy event in the family, it takes several tables to smash iron and sell pots. Otherwise, don't even think about looking up and talking in front of your relatives and neighbors. And the red and white ceremonies in the neighboring towns are indispensable to invite Meng butchers to kill pigs and cook. According to the rules, after the completion of the family, the host should send (reward): a piece of meat, a meal (portion), and sometimes candy and biscuits, and every time he has to leave a copy for me.

Meng Butcher's house is behind my house, and you have to pass in front of my house to get in and out. Every time I come back, I call it away from afar:

Monkey monkey, is it in the house?

I wasn't very thin at that time, and the adults nicknamed me Monkey.

Hearing the scream, I will fly over like an arrow, Meng Butcher smiled and touched my head, put down the greasy and smooth little bamboo basket that was picked behind with a stabbing strip, lifted the cover cloth that was also so greasy that I couldn't see the original color, and under the basket were knives, shovels, forks, and tools that he used to kill pigs and cook, and there were several large or small paper bags on them.

When I opened the paper bag, there was always something good that made my saliva go straight down 3,000 feet. Or a small piece of crispy Dongpo meat, or a chicken thigh, or a few pieces of paper-wrapped candy and a few small biscuits. Anyway, it won't let me run away in vain.

In fact, he also has a large family, two boys and two daughters, the eldest son has married and started a family, and the youngest daughter is only two or three years older than me. That little bit of food wasn't enough for them. But he always took care of me first, which made his daughter named Meng Xiaolan always pout and roll her eyes at me.

Daddy Nan was sick before me, but I wasn't at home these days, and I didn't know it was so dangerous.

In fact, he got sick after killing the two pigs in the team on the Winter Solstice Festival. People in the village are rumoring that the two pigs are looking for him to take revenge.

After the winter, there is less farm work, and the idle members want to solve the slander. So he aimed at the two pigs raised by the production team. After a meeting of all the members of the society, on the day of the Winter Solstice Festival, the two dead pigs that refused to grow were killed and killed (dinner).

Speaking of those two pigs, they really should be killed.

At the beginning of the year, a total of 10 piglets were brought into the team's livestock farm, and eight months later, the other eight pigs were slaughtered. The big special class is more than 200 pounds, and the small one is enough for the second class, with more than 140 pounds, and it almost went to the first class, but the remaining two heads, the same pig and the same feeding method, not to mention the second class, even the C class can't be on, at most it is more than 100 pounds.

In this way, the pig food station that is not of sufficient grade does not buy, and there is no way to feed it. After another two months, I ate a lot, but my appearance did not change, and the hairs on the tip of my mouth withered. The breeder Zhou Limin is my neighbor, and I heard him complain and scold his mother all day long, so I came up with this decision.

Livestock is a national plan commodity, can not be slaughtered privately, get the commune to pull the slaughter certificate, captain Liu Laoman went to the commune in advance to pull the certificate, the winter solstice day of all the work and holiday, waiting for the pig to kill after the tie.

It was a cloudy day, it rained two days ago, the ground was slippery and wet, and after breakfast, Meng Qingnan carried the bamboo basket with iron fiber to the sun-dried valley ping. The sun-dried valley was surrounded by men, women and children on the team, and the excitement of the New Year was the same.

The two pigs had already been driven to Pingli by the anxious members. Daddy Nan was in his early fifties, not very tall, but he looked lean, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes showed a sinister look. She glanced at the two humming pigs, was obviously stunned for a moment, approached and looked carefully with wide eyes, and immediately changed her complexion, and walked aside with a dry cigarette. Liu Laoman sensed that something was wrong, and asked:

"What's wrong Gyeongnam? Is there anything wrong?"

"It's not right, it's not okay with pigs." Meng Qingnan said sullenly.

"Aren't they two pigs? What's wrong? Liu Laoman was puzzled.

"You go and take a good look, especially the black pig, you take a closer look at its hooves." Meng Qingnan said.

Liu Laoman approached the black pig suspiciously, looked down carefully, and sure enough, he found a clue, the pig's pair of front feet each had an extra toe, it was the legendary "five-clawed pig", no wonder Meng Butcher had a horse face.

At this time, some onlookers also saw something unusual, and there was a buzz about the "five-clawed pig" for a while, and everyone looked at Meng Qingnan.

The so-called "five-clawed pig" means that the pig's trotters have five toes. The pig is a cloven-hoofed animal, only four toes, and legend has it that the "five-clawed pig" was reincarnated after the death of a great evil person, so it will have five toes like a human. Such pigs can only be released but not killed, and it is best not to eat them if they are killed, otherwise they will be unlucky and even lose their lives.

Especially the pig killers, who bear the brunt. "Five-clawed pigs" are extremely rare, and when they are encountered occasionally, ordinary butchers do not dare to kill them.

Seeing that the fat in his mouth was about to be soaked in the soup, some people pointed the finger at the breeder Zhou Limin, blaming him for feeding him for almost a year and not even recognizing the "five-clawed pig".

Zhou Limin shouted and hit the sky, the livestock farm of the production team is in the north of the valley ping, in fact, there are only a few low earthen thatched houses, which are so dark that they have to be lit during the day to see, and the pigs are in captivity, and they have never been released, who has nothing to do to help the pigs count their toes? If you want to blame, you can only blame the person who went to buy piglets in the first place, why did you buy back such a demon pig? He blushed and shouted:

"A pig looks like it scares you, what is a five-clawed pig? Isn't it just that there are more fingers and toes, and people also have six fingers, what kind of strange thing is this? Superstitious thoughts are all the rage. It seems that this pig Qingnan is unwilling to kill, you are all superstitious and afraid of death, I am not afraid. To die to the sky, not to die for thousands of years. It's better to be full than hungry. Otherwise, this pig will be mine, and I will carry it home and eat it slowly......"

This is of course impossible. It's rare to open meat a few times throughout the year, and if you have meat to eat, it doesn't matter what kind of "five-clawed pig" it is.

Not a "five-clawed pig"? Superstition and superstition, belief is there and there is non-belief. Even if there is superstition, it is fate, and it is not a disaster to escape, and it is not a disaster to avoid it......

In a boiling mood, Liu Laoman said to Meng Qingnan on the side: "Why don't you kill this pig, let a few of them dig it to death with hoes?" “

Meng Qingnan glared at him with a gloomy face, and said angrily: "I, Meng Qingnan, have been a butcher for decades, and I can't kill a pig?" Boil the door panel, I'll come as soon as I go. “

With that, he went straight home. After more than ten minutes, when I went back to the valley flat, I was wearing a hat and a coat. Everyone is puzzled and doesn't know why. saw that he didn't say a word, with a pig-killing knife in his mouth, and went straight to the "five-clawed pig".

He reached out and grabbed the pig's ears, pulled a bow and a lunge, and put his hands together, and threw it to the ground with a piercing howl. At the same time as his left leg knelt down on the pig's body, the pig-killing knife in his mouth had stabbed into the pig's chest, and then the knife was drawn, accompanied by a terrible cry, and the blood "poof" flew out.

The beast struggled desperately on all fours, but he was still crushed to death. It wasn't until the "five-clawed pig" ran out of breath that he stood up and left the sun-dried valley without saying a word. When I came back a few minutes, I had already taken off my hat and my coat.

The other is not a "five-clawed pig", and it was killed and dehaired without any suspense. After dissecting it, it was found that there was something unusual about the pork: the fat was not the usual beige white, but beige, and even the lean meat was yellow, which was particularly eye-catching when placed with the normal color of the "five-clawed pig" meat. Someone shouted:

"Why is this meat yellow? Could it be that this is a yellow-edged pig? “

Everyone looked at each other, like a chilling cicada.

I haven't heard of such a back (unlucky), feeding a five-clawed pig doesn't count, but also adding a yellow-edged pig? It's weird.

Of course, no matter what kind of pig it is, the meat is still eaten by everyone.

Meng Qingnan didn't eat it, and he didn't ask for the meat that was given to his family.

Afterwards, there was a lot of discussion in the village, and the old people said that the other one was indeed a "yellow-edged pig". Like the "five-clawed pig", the "yellow-edged pig" is also an ominous beast, if it is not Meng Qingnan, it will be someone in the village who will suffer a big loss. Meng Qingnan obviously made preparations when killing the "five-clawed pig", he had obtained the true inheritance from the master, wearing a hat and wearing a cloak is a way to resolve the revenge of the "five-clawed pig", but he didn't recognize the other one as a "yellow-edged pig", and failed to take precautions, so the consequences are unpredictable......

Coincidentally, three days later, Meng Qingnan fell ill and vomited blood, vomiting a lot of it, which was very powerful. In those days, I heard the crying bird (owl) crying on the opposite hill, and the old wah (crow) also calling fiercely from the big camphor tree behind his house, which was rare.

The old people in the village said that this was a bad omen, but unfortunately the Yang Shigong who made the prediction was gone, and even if he was afraid, there was nothing he could do. Meng Butcher is afraid that he is very unlucky now, and he will not live for a few days.

Note 1: Playing a horn, the people in the city call it beating bread: it is a square sheet formed by folding two ordinary pieces of paper crosswise. Put one on the ground and fan it with the other, it will make a horn sound, so it is called "horn", and if the "horn" on the ground is successfully flipped, you will win. It's one of our favorite games for little boys to play.

Note 2: In our place, we call grandpa daddy, and dad is called grandpa, grandpa, grandpa, etc., and the author still hasn't figured out why it's called that? When did it start to be called that? , please know where to go, please explain, special thanks.