The carriage was slow and the road was very bumpy, but after walking for half a day, it was still in the evening when we arrived at Giethoorn Village. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In the distance, there is still a lot of snow on the mountain, and everywhere is plain white. Every house in the village has a cooking smoke, looking calm and long.

The big locust tree at the entrance of the village is still growing luxuriantly, and its vigorous and old branches are like a huge palm, trying to grasp the sky in vain.

Not far from the locust tree, a small shed was built, and a pungent smell of blood came from the wind.

Inside the shed, there stood a big black man, with a thick layer of stubble growing from the corners of his mouth and cheeks. In front of him was a wild boar with four hooves tied, and around him, several villagers were standing.

"Poof. The big black man stepped forward, foamed at the mouth a little, reached out and grabbed a pig-killing knife, and rubbed it twice on the whetstone, making a piercing and sharp sound.

"Aung Aang. The bound boar screamed suddenly, and his whole body struggled incessantly. A few villagers on the side hurriedly pressed it, so as not to break free from the wild boar.

Seeing this, the big black man laughed on his face, and hurriedly stepped forward, pressing one hand on the boar's head, and the other hand was a hard stab, directly opening a hole in the boar's neck. A large amount of blood, as if it were a spring, leaked out, and all rushed into a wooden barrel below.

The vitality of the wild boar is extremely strong, and after being stabbed, not only did he not lose his breath immediately, but struggled even harder, and several villagers almost couldn't hold him down.

The big black knees slammed on the boar's stomach, and the whole person pressed down, and the blood flowing from the boar's neck was like a flood that opened the floodgates, out of control.

After a few moments, the boar's body began to lose its strength. Only the pig's trotters were still moving slightly, and the vitality on his body was getting weaker and weaker.

Seeing that the wild boar was lifeless, the big black man felt a little brown translucent liquid from a clay bowl on the side, which looked like rapeseed oil. He dipped his hand in a little and wiped it along the boar's body. The boar's body had a thick layer of hard hair, but he wiped it very carefully, and it took him half a day to get it right.

After rubbing the vegetable oil, he took out the fire fold from his bosom, blew out a little flame, and set fire to the boar's body. The grease-covered bristles were very flammable, and soon a large piece of fire enveloped the wild boar, and there was a faint smell of burnt.

The hard hairs on the boar are difficult to remove, so if you use a knife to scrape, it will definitely tire you to death. It was much faster to burn it with fire, and in a short time the whole boar became black and bare.

The big black man picked up the sharp knife in his hand, grabbed the back of the knife with both hands, and rubbed it back and forth, and layers of scorched shells fell off, revealing white pork.

After scraping the boar's body, the whole boar became very slippery. The big black man changed to a sharper knife, disemboweled, and ripped the pig out of the water, and filled a whole large bucket. He cut the pork very neatly, cut it into strips, and set a large table full of them.

"This year, everyone is lucky, such a big wild boar actually fell into the trap, it deserves to be cheap, and everyone has some oil and water in their stomachs. The big black man quickly cut the meat, rubbed it on the greasy body, and said with some joy. After working for so long, a layer of oily sweat was already breaking out on his forehead.

"Hahaha, yes, fortunately, this beast has bad luck, and he didn't take such a wide road, but he fell into a trap. A few people on the side were also very happy, and it was not easy to eat something with meat and fish. Although wild boar meat is a little firewood, it does not taste like fatty pork, but it is also meat.

As they spoke, the big black man noticed a carriage not far away. There were very few outsiders in their village, and the sudden appearance of a carriage was quite an attractive idea.

"Sun An, it's me. Just as he was puzzled, Fang Qu jumped out of the carriage and shouted at the black man very happily.

"Bean sprouts, why are you kid back?" Sun An was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, since Fang Qu entered the city last year, he didn't come back once, and he missed it a lot.

"Didn't I miss you? Fang Qu walked to Sun An's side, looking at the surrounding scenery, his eyes were full of nostalgia.

"Okay, you've made a fortune, and you've come back in a carriage. Sun An looked up at the carriage, although it could not be said to be luxurious, it was much better than the carriage in their village that only had a wooden plank.

"Where, this car is not mine, guess who else is in this car?" Fang Qu quickly shook his hand, he was shy by nature, and his face was a little red when Sun An said this.

"You kid, you still sell guanzi......" Sun An patted the back of Fang Qu's head, and then looked at the carriage with some confusion. Listening to the tone of the bean sprouts, there should be acquaintances in the car.

He was about to ask when the curtain opened again, and a thin boy in a blue brocade robe poked out his face and smiled at him.

"Hong ...... Brother Hong!" Sun An was fixed there, he never thought that it would be Fang Hong in the car. More than a year ago, he heard that Fang Hong had gone to the city to live a good life. After all, he is the young master of the Fang family, and he will never live in this small village for the rest of his life.

"Long time no see. Fang Hong's heart also swelled with emotion, the year before last, everyone was still like a child, splashing and rolling in the mud, and now in a blink of an eye, Fang Qu became a partner, Sun An became a pig killer, and he also experienced ups and downs of life and death. It turns out that time will pass so quickly, a year or two is enough to change a person.

"Brother Hong, it's really you, you still know to come back. Sun An was able to let go of Fang Qu, and as soon as he saw that it was Fang Hong, he immediately stepped forward and tore him off the carriage. He had just finished killing the pig, and there was still a lot of blood and grease on his body, and he didn't care, it all rubbed on Fang Hong's body. It was just a short time before Fang Hong's body became dirty, and his originally clean clothes had a lot of oil stains and blood stains.

"You kid stay away from me, I'm a new change. Infected by Sun An's emotions, Fang Hong also replied with a smile and scolding. It was only at this moment that he had a sense of the past.