Kill! Pig!

Jiang Han thought he was hallucinating.

He had lived in a small village for a while, and of course he knew what killing pigs meant to the village.

Now there are fewer pigs in the village, and there are fewer people who can kill pigs, so everyone is too lazy to toss and want to eat pork either to the supermarket or market, or to the roadside grocery store.

Except for major festivals such as the Spring Festival, unless an old man of prestige in the village dies, or a couple who has been infertile for many years has a child, a pig will be killed.

In short, in the village, the killing of pigs = important day.

He looked at the midsummer solstice in horror: "I, am I God, in order to make me happy, I have to kill pigs to celebrate." ”

Midsummer Zhi scolded the dirtiest words with his face: "Jiang Jiuxia, you figure it out, you just have amnesia, not a fool." Dare to say anything. ”

She explained: "In a few days, it is the thirteenth day of the sixth month of the lunar calendar, and the village will celebrate. ”

There is a saying in the small village: June 13, the conch stacks the mountain.

It means that on the thirteenth day of the sixth month of the lunar calendar, a large number of conch shells will rush to the reef in the sea near the village. If people catch the sea on this day, they will pick up the gifts of nature.

Now it seems that the 'Conch Mountain' is just a natural sight, but for this small seaside village, many people have survived by eating these conch shells in the past difficult years.

Therefore, this day is a unique anniversary day for small villages.

By this time, the sun had already hidden in the sea, and only the afterglow emitted a warm yellow light, and the sea water seemed to be coated with layers of gold leaf, rippling layers of folds.

There are a few black dots scattered on the sea, which may be seabirds or wooden boats, slowly swaying with the waves.

The world seems to be gentle.

In the middle of summer, she pierced a pill on her head today, and Jiang Han deliberately folded a beautiful mountain thorn and tried to insert it into her hair.

Midsummer Solstice didn't speak, just looked at him gently, and let him toss his hair.

The short journey quickly came to the end.

Ms. Liu beckoned at the door of a household, "Xia Xia, Xiao Jiang, come in." ”

Jiang Han was shocked, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart.

He recognized which one it was.

He once helped the old man feed the pigs, but because of the slow hand speed, the pigs were so hungry that they jumped in circles and were counted down by the old man. He came a few more times and had already formed a deep friendship with the pigs here.

Midsummer Solstice waved at Ms. Liu, "It's coming." ”

Jiang Han could only pray that he had guessed wrong.

But the reality is cruel after all.

Before they could enter the yard, they heard a pig screaming. When I walked into the yard, I saw that the five masters were dragging a pig out of the pen.

The pig guessed his fate, kept struggling and screaming, weighing more than two hundred pounds like a cannonball, and the uncle standing at the end was stumbled.

Ms. Liu's family has an ancestral pig killing technique, and since her father's death, she has killed all the pigs in the village.

Today, this pig should also be killed by her, but she accidentally hit her wrist the day before yesterday, and she didn't dare to use it hard recently, so the work of killing the pig can only be handed over to her little assistant, Midsummer Solstice.

Everyone was busy pressing the pig on the bench to facilitate the knife and the blood.

Before the midsummer solstice, she only helped Ms. Liu, and this was her first time doing the main surgery, so she was extremely excited.

Jiang Han took the apron and sleeves in Ms. Liu's hand and helped them put on the summer solstice. He felt the need to fight for his little pig friend, so he persuaded, "Is the pig spicy—"

He wanted to say, 'Pigs are so cute, how can you eat pigs.' ’

But he didn't even say the word 'cute', and replied on the summer solstice: "It can be made spicy."

Stir-fried pork with chili, braised pork, spicy pork foot skin, braised fat sausage with boneless meat, shredded pork with green pepper with tiger skin, roasted pork ribs with dried beans, mushu meat, garlic sprouts back to the pot meat, braised lion's head, minced eggplant, shredded sesame pork, pork liver with pepper sesame sesame seeds. Oh, pot wrapped meat and small crispy pork are not good, but you can eat them with chili powder. ”

Jiang Han swore that he secretly swallowed saliva when he saw Midsummer Solstice.

He was not in a position to laugh at the summer solstice, because he was also greedy.

Midsummer solstice continued to chant: "The local pigs we raise ourselves are released every day to wander around, and the food is also bran and rice bran, and the meat must be fragrant."

Actually, the barbecue is also good. Together with onions. Fry the pork belly first, fry the fat until it is fragrant, and then put the lean meat in—"

Jiang Han couldn't listen to it anymore, and tears were about to flow out of his mouth when he heard it again.

He helped Midsummer Solstice tie up his apron and solemnly advised: "Kill it well, make it less painful." ”

At this time, the pig was already in place, and Ms. Liu was shouting the summer solstice. In the middle of summer, Chongjiang nodded solemnly, turned around and ran to the battlefield.

When the rest of the village heard about the killing of pigs, they all came to see the excitement.

Jiang Han didn't dare to look at it, and he was very curious, so he hid behind the door with the Qiuqiu children to peek.

Looking at the size, the pig was twice the size of the midsummer solstice. The original five uncles stepped down and were replaced by slightly younger prime-age people.

The three people who came up are still acquaintances, Uncle Jianjun, Uncle Zhou and Uncle Yang.

The three uncles didn't seem to want to face the picture of the next bloody hula, their hands pressed on the pig, but their heads turned far away, they didn't dare to take a second look, and they were accused by the uncles of not being serious.

Midsummer Zhi and Ms. Liu finally checked the details and went on the field with a pig-killing knife.

Before she could do it, Ms. Liu moved the stainless steel basin in front of the bench a little to the left.

"Hold it down." She told the man behind the pig.

Jiang Han was curious about the function of this pot, and the next moment, the midsummer solstice touched the pig's neck, found the position, and stabbed it neatly.

The knife stabbed so deep that the entire blade went in, and when she pulled out the knife, the blood immediately gushed out and fell into the basin, and the splattered blood fell into the courtyard, and the surrounding area quickly turned red.

It turned out that the basin was used to receive blood. Midsummer Zhi gave Ms. Liu a thumbs up, "It's amazing, Ms. Liu, the location is not bad at all." ”

Ms. Liu waved her hand embarrassedly and prepared other tools.

The pig's cry became weaker and weaker, and Jiang Han gradually adapted to this scene and dared to come to the scene in person.

In the middle of summer, the blood is waiting to drain, so that it is convenient to disembowel the stomach after that.

Jiang Han asked curiously: "I thought that this blood would spurt out several meters away like a fountain. It turned out that the decapitation and blood spraying staged on TV was deceptive. ”

"That's arterial blood." Midsummer Zhi replied: "I pierced the veins so that the blood could be drained clean." The artery was sprayed, but the pressure went down immediately, and the blood was not drained cleanly. ”

Jiang Han nodded, wanting to ask if he was tired in the middle of summer, and if he was afraid, but he heard a knowledgeable uncle next to him say:

"Xiao Xia is really powerful, his hands are steady, and his knife skills are also accurate. The most feared thing about killing is that you can't kill with one knife, and you have to make up for another knife, which is cruel to both people and animals. ”

Jiang Han was a little proud as if he had been praised.

Midsummer Solstice also heard it, picked up the non-existent skirt corners, saluted Grandpa, and expressed his gratitude.

Everyone was chatting, and suddenly Uncle Jianjun shouted: "Be careful! ”

Jiang Han didn't have time to see what was happening, so he instinctively protected the midsummer solstice behind him.

When he turned around, a hideous pig face appeared in front of him.

The more the pig's blood flowed, the weaker the pig became. Yang Zhengqiu's father was furious by this bloody scene, and wanted to take out a cigarette to suppress his shock.

He was in the middle of the pig team, and as soon as he let go, the pressure on the pig plummeted.

The pig seemed to know that it was the midsummer solstice that ended his life, and jumped off the bench with his last breath and rushed in the direction of the midsummer solstice.

Jiang Han protected the midsummer solstice in his arms, only turned his head, and his whole body turned his back to the pig.

He didn't have time to dodge, and the next moment, there was a sharp pain in his buttocks.

followed by Qiuqiu's scream, "Brother Xiaojiang's ass was bitten by a pig!" ”