What is there to arrange for this? The old men are all very excited, gearing up and waiting to lift the pig!
However, Song Tan waved: "Brother Du, you young men, please be more active!"
It’s not that she looks down on the folks in the countryside, but it’s that everyone is older and their bodies are somewhat uncomfortable. In addition, the pig is heavy, and the road on the mountain is not flat enough. If she turns back, her waist will be lost...
The burden is huge.
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 it to them." An opportunity."
As soon as he said this, everyone laughed: "Okay, okay, let's give them a feel for the city people... Hey, this young man has a very strong body!"
Song Tan didn’t favor one or the other: “The five of them slowly lifted these three fat pigs, let’s lift these two ourselves…”
As he spoke, he looked at the two members of the Photography Association raising their cameras high, and asked: "Wait a moment to take photos and videos for us!"
Very good!
After such a lively fuss, the two big fat pigs were first lifted onto the door panel, weighing four to five hundred kilograms. The three people walked carefully on the hillside.
Xiao Du and Xiao Yang looked at each other and rolled up their sleeves: "How about it? It can be done!"
Who can say that this is not possible? ! When the two of them were trained to lift that big tire, it was no easier than this!
“Just wait and see!”
The two of them were full of fighting spirit. They looked at each other and grasped the door hinges specially added on both sides of the door panel one after another -
“Let’s go, Brother Yang, you two, please raise your head.”
Song Tan came over at this moment and said matter-of-factly: "It's easier for you two to walk on the road ahead. This pig is too heavy for two people to lift."
Xiao Du was completely stunned.
No, what does this mean? We, the elders, keep your heads up. You won't be coming from behind, right?
He looked helplessly at Lao Zhu and others aside, but Song Tan had already held the door panel: "Are you ready? One! Two! Three!"
Subconsciously, the two of them held the door panel, bent down and stood up, their arms, chest and abdomen tensed -
The pig has been lifted up.
…
Once the pig was lifted up and Song Tan took steps behind, the door panel forced them to move forward.
The two good men walked down the foot of the mountain in a daze, and when they stepped onto the smooth road, they were still at a loss.
Just like a pig weighing more than 400 kilograms, why does it feel like nothing more than that when you lift it? Can Song Tan support it alone?
Why is she so strong?
At this moment, there was the faint hum of a tricycle on the hillside road next to it, mixed with joyful laughter:
"Ouch! Ouch! Chuan'er! I can't see that you, the **** of Akina mountain bikes, are driving the tricycle smoothly! Slow down, slow down, don't throw away my basket of lettuce-"
The maroon tricycle slid quickly down the slope. The young man riding the bicycle wore a black peaked cap and his skin was as white as a snowflake. From a distance, he looked very distinguished.
Even if he drives a tricycle.
The two parties met briefly on the smooth asphalt road, and then quickly passed each other.
On the tricycle, Qin Yun and He Kuai squatted in the carriage and stared in shock.
But Song Tan was still carrying the pig steadily, and now she looked forward, and when she met his eyes, she couldn't help but grin.
The next moment, the tricycle squeaked and swerved to the entrance of the courtyard, and the man carrying the pig also walked steadily towards the door. What's more, she was holding a basket of spinach lying on the ground in her arms, staring straight at the girl carrying the pig in front of her, and the whole person was in a state of confusion:
“…the place where dreams are broken.”
…
No matter how the dream was broken, in the big yard in front of the door, three pig butchers were already sharpening their knives!
Three large wooden barrels have been filled with boiling hot water, waiting for the door panels to be put up one by one.
At this moment, hot water vapor was steaming upwards, but the two pigs whose legs were tied on the door panel were unaware of anything. Obviously very drunk.
“This one is so fat...I’ll come! I’ll kill him!”
“Okay, I’ll come over here!”
“Okay, wait a minute and I’ll kill that black pig!”
Qiaoqiao stood in the crowd, curious and sad. In the end, Song Tan pushed him back:
“Go and write a diary. Didn’t Teacher Xin already teach you how to write a diary?”
She had the same mentality when she was a child. She felt that the pigs were very pitiful, but she knew that it was impossible not to kill them. In the end, it was better to just ignore them.
After all, pork is really delicious!
Qiaoqiao said "hmm", turned around and ran upstairs, deciding not to look anymore.
But in the courtyard, everyone was surrounded on three levels inside and three levels outside.
After all, no pigs have been killed in the village for several years, and this kind of excitement is rare.
At this moment, this poor big white pig is still drunk, and he is obviously having a good dream. After all, the fermented glutinous rice wine is stronger than the wine that was just steamed in the first place.
It’s as if the sky is falling and I can’t even wake up.
But just in case, Xiao Wang and others who were carrying the pig listened to the butcher's instructions: "Let its legs hang a little in the air, so that it won't have to struggle if it wakes up."
"Where's the basin? Where's the basin?" The pig butcher held a long knife with a cold light and skillfully raised his hand to block the pig's head.
“Here, here!”
Auntie and Ulan hurriedly came out. One put a basin under the pig's neck, and the other poured cold water into it and sprinkled it with salt.
When everything was ready, the butcher found the right angle, inserted the long sharp knife into the neck, and stabbed it open!
And the steaming hot blood instantly surged like a spring, falling straight down, clattering into the large stainless steel basin underneath, and even the surrounding area was splashed with blood stains.
“Oh!” The people around him screamed meaninglessly.
Song Tan took a quick look and suddenly heard someone muttering beside him: "Oh my god...why do I feel that if I look at it carefully, this scene of killing pigs is more terrifying than the killings in my novels?"
"Besides, you want to make me laugh to death. The male protagonist of your book is obviously a murderer. Are you afraid?" Qin Yun was surprised.
Ji Qi shook his head: "No, it feels very strange... Which of our fantasy male protagonists has never killed someone? But when I wrote it, I was so passionate, which is different from killing pigs in front of others."
At this point, Qin Yun also paused and said honestly: "Indeed, in reality, there are videos of killing people, and I don't dare to watch them...especially cold weapons. Watching them for a long time will make your bones feel cold. An inexplicable horror.”
The two of them started discussing in whispers, but Song Tan realized it later and looked up at Lu Chuan slightly worriedly.
“Did you scare me? Why don’t you go upstairs and rest for a while?”
Update 1, it’s coming! Look, look, aren't you ready to kill me? Don't be anxious, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry.