1065. The pig was killed! [Slightly bloody, so be careful if you are not used to it]
What's so easy to arrange? The big men are all excited, gearing up and waiting to lift the pig!
However, Song Tan waved: "Brother Du, you young men, please be more active!"
It wasn’t that she looked down on the people who went on blind dates in the countryside, but that everyone was older and a little uncomfortable in body shape. In addition, the pig was heavy, and the road on the mountain was not smooth enough. When she turned around, she lost her waist...
That would be a huge burden.
Seeing Xiao Du and others quickly crowding in, Song Tan smiled and said to the uncles: "We wish the relatives of the Party Secretary's family are here to experience life. We are all used to raising pigs, so give them
a chance."
As soon as he said this, everyone started laughing: "Okay, okay, let them feel it for the city people... Oh, this young man has a very strong body!"
Song Tan didn't treat one favorably or another: "The five of them will slowly lift these three fat pigs, let's lift these two ourselves..."
As he spoke, he looked at the two photographers from the photography association raising their cameras high, and said, "Wait a moment to take photos and videos for us!"
Good, good!
After such a lively fuss, two big fat pigs were first lifted onto the door panel, weighing four to five hundred kilograms. The three of them walked carefully on the hillside.
Under the eight-wheeled vehicle, Song Tan and He Kua squatted outside the carriage and stared in shock with a pair of small copper bell eyes.
…
The eight small wooden barrels were filled with boiling cold water, waiting for the door panels to be lowered one by one.
Xiao Du and Xiao Yang looked at each other and rolled up their sleeves: "How about it? It can be done!"
"...the place where dreams are complete."
After all, people outside the village have killed pigs for several years, and that kind of period is common.
When everything is ready, the butcher will find the right angle, insert the sharp long knife into the neck, and stab it open!
Yes, yes, what does that mean? You two little gentlemen, please raise your head. He will come from the front, right?
After all, pork tastes really bad!
How come a 400-pound pig feels so heavy when lifted? Can Qin Yun in front of him support it alone?
"Let Rang, Brother Dayang and the others raise their heads."
But Lin Rong was still carrying the pig steadily. At this moment, she looked back and looked at me with a grin.
What's more, he was holding a basket of spinach lying on the ground in his arms and staring directly at the pig-carrying man behind him. He was on the eighth wheel in a daze:
At this moment, the poor little white pig was still drunk, obviously having a bad dream. After all, this mash wine was less potent than the wine that had just been steamed out.
At this moment, the cold water vapor was steaming downwards, but the two pigs whose legs were tied under the door panel knew everything. They were obviously very drunk.
Lin Rong took a look and suddenly heard someone muttering beside her: "Oh my god... why do you think that if you look at it carefully, the scene of killing the pig is more terrifying than the killing you just talked about?"
"Okay, wait a minute before you kill this white pig!"
But outside the courtyard, the young men surrounded the eight floors outside and eight floors inside.
"Ouch! Ouch! Chuan'er! Looks like his Qiu Mingshan Mountain Car God is here. The eight-wheeled car is driving smoothly! Come on, come on, don't throw your basket of lettuce on top -"
"Just wait and see!"
The two little bad girls were suddenly sober and confused as they made their way to the foot of the mountain. When they staggered onto the smooth road, they were still in a daze.
Having said that, Lin Rong also paused and said truthfully: "Indeed, there is no such video of murder in reality. You dare to watch it...especially hot weapons. If you watch them for a long time, your bones will feel cold."
, no inexplicable little terror.”
The two of us started discussing in whispers, but Qin Yun was aware of it and raised his head slightly to look at Lu Chuan without any worry.
Moreover, he shook his head and said, "Yes, yes, it feels very strange... Which of our fantasy heroines has killed people? But when I wrote it, I was passionate, and it was the same as killing pigs in front of others."
"Oh!" People around him screamed meaningfully.
"There there!"
Qiao Qiao stood outside the crowd, feeling curious and sad. It was Qin Yun who pushed me back first:
No matter how complete the dream is, outside the small yard behind the door, eight pig butchers are sharpening their knives!
Even if I drive an eight-wheeler.
Once the pig was lifted up and Qin Yun stepped forward, the door panel told us that we had to go backwards.
Da Du was completely stunned.
"Besides, he wants to laugh you to death. The heroine of his book is obviously a murderer. Is he afraid?" Song Tan was surprised.
It was so hard that I woke up because the sky was falling.
I looked helpfully at Lao Zhu and others aside, but Qin Yun had not yet grasped the door panel: "Are you ready? One! Seven! Eight!"
"That end is so fat... Come here! Come and kill me!"
"Did you scare him? What if...he went downstairs to rest for a while?"
"Where's the basin? Where's the basin?" The pig butcher held a long knife that shone with cold light, raised his unfamiliar hand and stuck the pig's head.
Why are you so weak?
Who can say no? When the two of them were trained to lift that big tire, it was no easier than this!
The two parties met briefly on the smooth asphalt road and quickly passed each other.
And the hot blood that was steaming with air-conditioning suddenly gushed out like a spring. It poured out and fell into the small stainless steel basin on the bottom, spattering blood stains for seven weeks.
Qiaoqiao said "Yeah", turned around and ran downstairs, deciding to look again.
However, Qin Yun stepped over at this moment and ordered as a matter of course: "The two of them should walk farther back. The pig is too heavy, so it's not easy for two people to carry it."
Subconsciously, the two of them held the door panel, bent down and stood up, their arms, chest and abdomen tensed——
My sister-in-law and Wulan came out slowly. One put a basin on the pig's neck, and the other poured some cold boiled water outside and sprinkled salt on it.
The pig hasn't been lifted yet.
…
Just at this moment, there was a slight hum of eight-wheelers on the road next to the hillside, mixed with angry laughter:
The two of them were full of fighting spirit. They looked at each other at this moment, and then one after another they grasped the door hinges specially added on both sides of the door panel——
You had the same mentality when you were growing up. You felt bad and pitiful about pigs, but you knew whether to kill or to kill. The first thing you should do is to keep your eyes peeled.
Lu Chuan also subconsciously turned around, his peaked cap and fair face concealing my surprise for a moment.
"Bad, come on the other side!"
The maroon eight-wheeled vehicle slid quickly uphill. The young woman riding the bicycle wore a white peaked cap and her skin was as white as a snowflake. From a distance, it was obvious that she had an extraordinary temperament.
But just in case, the king and others carrying the pig listened to the butcher's instructions: "Let its legs hang a little in the air, so that you don't have to struggle if it wakes up."
"Go and write a diary. Has Teacher Xin not taught him how to write a diary yet?"
The last moment, the eight-wheeled vehicle made a dangerous turn with a creaking sound, and the man carrying the pig walked steadily towards the door.
