First volume of imprisonment Chapter 02 Killing Pigs
With a hiss, a dagger that was one foot and three inches long and three fingers wide stabbed into the throat of the fat pig. The spear leader saw the sticky blood gushing out with hot steam, and he couldn't help but feel a chill on his neck. Seeing that the fat pig that was jumping around was only breathing out in an instant, the spear leader couldn't help but feel a little afraid of Hu Laodao.
For the past twenty years, Hu Laodao has been slaughtering pigs by himself. He carries a long wooden board and a hook. As long as the owner specifies the pig to be slaughtered, Laodao will rush over, hook the pig's mouth, drag it to the edge of the board, press his knee against the pig's ribs, and with a loud bang, he will knock over the huge fat pig. Then he will draw the sharp knife from his waist, and stab the pig's throat lightly to be done.
Hu Laodao has a strange habit of drinking the first mouthful of blood every time he kills a pig. It is said that this will prevent the dead pig's ghosts from haunting him and can also increase his blood and yang energy.
The spear leader held a large blue and white bowl to clean up the blood from Hu Laodao's wound. Sweat was coming out of his nose, and he didn't bother to wipe off the blood on his face and hands. He stared at the fat pig that was still twitching and cursed: "Fuck your mother, let's see how you can do it again?"
Hu Laodao's taut green face twitched as said, "This pig is quite strong and can usually run very fast!"
The gun master hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, this bastard can jump over a five-foot-high fence. Five or six people can't catch it. It's very strong and it eats raw corn. I'm afraid my uncle's family is the only one nearby that can feed a bastard this big."
Hu Laodao said, "It's pork offal fed with wine lees. Look at this fat, it's probably four fingers thick."
The spear chief chuckled and said, "It's just right for drinking. Son, we'll have something to eat today."
The people around were planning to watch Hu Laodao's frantic actions, but who knew that Hu Laodao was really good at it and killed the beast without any effort. A middle-aged man smoking a cigarette joked, "Hey, Laodao, aren't you afraid that this beast will sue you in the underworld?"
Hu Laodao rolled his bulging eyes and said, "What's there to be afraid of? I've been killing pigs for twenty years, if not a thousand, I've got at least eight hundred. I feel itchy all over if I don't kill pigs for a few days. Hehe!" He spoke while twitching his knife to watch the fat pigs' reactions. At this time, the gun chief smiled with his wide mouth pursed, "Hehe, I heard that your dick can also kill pigs, Laodao! Is it true?" When the people around heard this, they burst into laughter. The gun chief had a delicate face, with prominent eyebrows and facial bones, and sunken cheeks, like an ape-man who had not yet evolved, but his skin was fair and his body looked a little smaller.
Hu Laodao laughed and cursed, "Hahaha...that thing of mine is used to kill women, hahaha." When Hu Laodao stood up, he was like a door panel, straight.
The spear chief laughed in a shrill voice: "They said it was used to kill sows!" The middle-aged man who had spoken just now said: "It's a pity that your spear chief's old sow ran away with someone, otherwise you could let Lao Daoer help you kill it..." He laughed before he finished speaking.
The others were talking at once about the gun captain's fun. The gun captain's thin face barely twitched a few times. Seeing that the gun was in disgrace, Hu Laodao became even more presumptuous: "Do you know how the gun captain got his big name?"
An old man in his sixties, wearing a brown woolen hat, grinned with his black and yellow teeth and said, "It's like this, it's like this..." As he spoke, he raised the index and middle fingers of his left hand and stretched them into his trouser pockets, making faces and looking very funny.
Hu Laodao laughed so hard that he leaned back and pointed at the gun master and said, "When are you going to take one of the woman's guns?"
The gun master said with a wry smile: "Anyway, I don't know how to kill a pig with a dick."
Seeing the gun master suffer a loss, the crowd cheered even more. The gun master was always stealing from the neighbors because he was not clean, but he never stole valuables, only small gains, such as small radios, flashlights, light cords and other things with electricity. The gun master thought that he was good at radio, and these bastards didn't even know what radio was, so it was not stealing, but just borrowing it to study. If he studied it well, he would return it. If he studied it badly, he would be sorry. For this reason, the people nearby cursed the gun master's mother.
The spear master couldn't handle it, so he had to jump and walk away with the pig's blood, still shouting: "Forget it, forget it, I won't fight with my son, I'll let you suffer a little loss." Before he finished speaking, he ran into the main hall. Hu Laodao saw the spear master running away like a dog with his tail between his legs, and hurriedly shouted: "Hey, hey, my head blood!"
The spearman replied from a distance: "Put it in the main room, you can poop it yourself."
The gun commander walked through the main room and into the fire room. There were two middle-aged women busying themselves. One of them was short and fat, wearing pants with patches on the buttocks. She was walking around the stove, her face flushed. She blew the hot air coming out of the pot, glanced at the gun commander and said, "Did you kill him?"
The spearman said, "Kill him! This old brother Hu is really vicious."
The fat woman smiled and said, "Of course, we make a living from this. I'm afraid that you'll be like this, doing nothing, idling around all day and not helping with the housework. Your father is the only one who can support you. Alas, it's pitiful that he's exhausted. People with conscience should think about it carefully. Besides, you have a two-year-old girl. You can't go on like this. Besides, your wife ran away..." The gun leader didn't wait for her to finish her nagging and said, "Third sister, I'll help you prepare the dishes."
The fat third sister waved her hands and said, "I can't afford it. I'll just help your fourth sister wash the household items."
Another thin woman was squatting on the ground washing vegetables. She stretched her waist and said, "Captain, come and bring the water over and clear the bowl." The captain hurriedly stepped over and lifted a large basin of water from the thin woman's feet and moved it to the water tank. His already thin body was stretched like a shrimp, and the veins on his penis were bulging. Seeing this, the thin woman said, "Look at you, you are so weak that you have to pee when you lift the basin of water?"
The gun captain laid the water flat and pulled at his already white military uniform, looking a little reserved, fearing that his wide mouth would be exposed. However, his face, which already had prominent brow bones, looked a little strange and artificial when he pursed his mouth. However, he thought that this made him look gentle. Gunmen don't like to laugh with their mouths wide open. That's not culture, and it's not cultured. Pursing the mouth can also increase a little confidence, making people feel reserved and modest, and not letting others think that they are too casual and frivolous. Seeing the gun captain's appearance, the thin fourth sister mocked, "Don't do it, it won't look good no matter how you do it. A good man does such a seductive move?"
The spear captain laughed foolishly and said, "That's not the case. It's just that one's natural life is bitter and lacks nutrition. Look at your third sister, she's very solid." He thought that such a woman was ignorant and had no knowledge.
The fat third sister giggled and said, "We are ugly to begin with, how dare we compete with the spear captain? You have a hard life, I don't think anyone in the group has a life as good as yours."
Seeing that the fat third sister was getting excited again, the gun captain lowered his head to wash the dishes and dared not say anything. The fourth sister took down the chopping board, washed it a few times, and started cutting vegetables. She spoke as fast as her hands: "Hey, gun captain, your wife has been gone for two months, right? Is there any news?"
The spearman said, "There is no news at all. Her family said she didn't go back. I heard someone say she went to Henan."
At this time, the third sister stirred the pot and spoon quickly while saying in a harsh voice: "It's all your fault that you have no conscience. Your wife is such a good person, don't you remember? Your wife helped people carry stones to buy you rubber shoes? What didn't she do in your house? When your grandmother died, she took her to the mountain. Your father had asthma and couldn't bear the fatigue, so people didn't let him work. But what about you? You are afraid when I say a few words to you?"
The fourth sister took over and said, "We are doing this for your own good. We are afraid that there is something wrong with your house foundation. Your mother ran off with someone else and left you and your father behind. Your grandmother raised you with great difficulty. Why don't you learn something but do something shameful like stealing and swindling? Aren't you afraid that your daughter will not recognize you as her father when she grows up?"
The gun captain lowered his head and washed the dishes silently. The third sister glanced at him again and said with a flat mouth: "Don't deny what we said. Who doesn't know this group of people? People should fight for their reputation. You should learn from Zhang Sanwa, who went to Xi'an to work and brought a color TV home during the holidays. What about you?"
The fourth sister said, "That's right. You already have a bad reputation around here. Why don't you go work with Zhang Sanwaer after the New Year?"
The fat third sister took a plate and a few spoons to put the pre-fried side dishes on the plate. Her movements were quick and clear. She kept saying, "Don't mess around with the people working at the power station. They make hundreds of yuan a month, but you only want to eat a few mouthfuls of yellow soup and smoke a few stinky cigarettes. You don't even consider yourself a human being. What will you do if your father dies in a few years?" As soon as she finished speaking, she put another dish in the pot and turned to the gun captain, "Go and see if Hu Laodao has finished his work. Bring some meat to cook."
The gunner shook off the water stains on his hands and hurried out. The two women were still scolding him.
The family that slaughtered the New Year pig today is Chen Cangshu. The two women are two of Chen Cangshu's six daughters. Chen Cangshu read their horoscopes and looked at the feng shui of the ancestral tomb, and found out that they were destined to have no children, so he had to let the third and fourth daughters find someone to marry them. The eldest, second and fifth daughters are all married, and only the sixth daughter is still at home. She is seventeen years old this year. She fell in love while in junior high school. She got the last place in the exam in July this year, which almost made Chen Cangshu faint. So he ordered the sixth daughter to stop studying and return home to farm.
Chen Cangshu is the eldest son of the second branch, and also the only son. Although he has cut off the incense of the second branch, others dare not laugh at it. The reason is that Chen Cangshu is rich. When he was young, he moved down from Banshanping, opened a winery, built a house, and kept a concubine. Now he has expanded a large yard by the road, which is unmatched within a few kilometers. Chen Cangshu's wife died of uterine cancer after giving birth to the sixth daughter. After one died, there are still two. The two women that Chen Cangshu kept outside wanted to intervene, but were blocked by Chen Cangshu because there were still three daughters in the family. If there was another one, it would definitely cause a big fuss. Strangely enough, these two women have been with Chen Cangshu for so many years, but they didn't even bloom, let alone bear fruit, so Chen Cangshu was more convinced that he was destined to be childless.
The gun chief called Chen Cangshu "uncle". His father told him that he almost gave him to Chen Cangshu as an heir. Later, his mother ran away and was reluctant to adopt him. The gun chief often regretted that he could not recognize Chen Cangshu at the beginning, otherwise he would have a very good life now. This also led to the gun chief's resentment towards his mother. Why didn't she run away earlier or later and give birth to a son for her father? Now that he is married and has a daughter, it is even more impossible for Chen Cangshu to let him come as a son.
Hu Laodao had already butchered the shaved pig, while the others were busy cleaning the internal organs, castrating the bacon, and packing the sausages. The rifleman saw that everyone was busy, and was afraid that they would make fun of him again, so he said to Hu Laodao with a serious face: "Well, are you done?"
Hu Laodao glanced at him and cursed, "Fuck your ancestors, when did you go to the kitchen? What is a grown man doing messing around?"
The gun master frowned and said impatiently: "No, I saw they were too busy, so I went to help them." Hu Laodao sneered: "Did you see something inside again?" The gun master was furious when he heard this, but he didn't dare to talk back, so he said angrily: "Anyway, it was the third sister who asked me to come, it's up to you whether you take it or not."
Hu Laodao pointed the dagger in his hand at the meat on the table and said, "Here, that piece." The spear leader looked down, stretched out his hand to touch a piece of bony meat, then quickly retracted his hand and asked nonchalantly, "Is it this piece?" Hu Laodao's eyes bulged and cursed, "Fuck you, you're going to eat it all by yourself?" The spear leader smiled smugly and said, "Then this piece!" After that, he quickly grabbed a fat and big piece, and said with a click of the tongue, "Damn it, stay safe, this piece is enough to eat." Hu Laodao ignored him and untied his knife.
After entering the kitchen, the gun captain washed the meat carefully and handed it to the fourth sister, shaking his hands and saying, "Fourth sister, cut a big piece of it to go with the wine." The fourth sister gave him a hateful look and said, "Go away, I still need you to teach me."
After waiting for a long time, the banquet started. The spear captain pursed his lips and said to Hu Laodao: "Drink enough wine today. You are the representative of our table. You can't be a coward, okay?" Hu Laodao said: "It's very hot. It's only once a year..." He picked up the large bowl on the table and continued: "Use this as a seat cup... Spear captain, pour the wine... Who wouldn't drink it!" The large bowl was enough to hold seven or eight taels of wine. The others were dumbfounded when they saw this.
The gun master yelled, "Oh my god, this bowl is so big, I'm afraid I'll have to kill a few people to set it up."
Hu Laodao squinted his eyes and said to the rifle captain: "Why? You don't dare? Anyway, I've already said it. If you don't drink, you're a dog."
The gun captain said in a muffled voice: "Drink it if you want! Come on, come on, if you don't drink it, you're a bastard." He tilted his erection back and started swallowing. Seeing that they couldn't get away with it, the others had to follow the trend. After all, no one wanted to admit that they were a bastard.
Hu Laodao smacked his lips and said, "An Yi! Damn it, An Yi!"
The spear master wiped the wine stains from his lips and said with a smile: "Let's play finger-guessing games. Come on, Lao Dao'er will go first."
Hu Laodao started the call with Sijicai Yaliu Ahwu. Before the whole village finished calling, the old man who had previously acted like a spearman stealing things had already shrunk under the table. The spearman shouted, "Oh, oh, is it cool under the table?"
The others laughed. The men in the village were enthusiastic and straightforward, especially when drinking. They would rather die than be a grandson. No one would ask for mercy unless they were so drunk that they couldn't tell east from west or south from north. Except for Hu Laodao, the rest of the people at the table were all surnamed Chen. They didn't care about seniority at the table. When playing rock-paper-scissors, they would say "good job, brothers". The elders would not use seniority to suppress the younger ones. They would drink as much as they could according to their ability. Only when they lay down would it count.
The spear chief was the youngest person at the table. He called the old man who lay down first the Third Master, and the others were all called Uncles. The spear chief's real name was Chen Siqing. His father was Chen Cangjin, and his grandfather was Chen Zhijun. His grandfather died early, so the spear chief was not blessed. His father was an old asthmatic. After the spear chief's mother ran away to Sichuan with someone, he was raised by his grandmother. He married a wife two years ago, but she also ran away with someone half a year ago. In fact, the spear chief's father's surname was not Chen. Rumor has it that his father was the child of his grandmother's affair, but the Chen family did not want to pursue the matter, after all, it was embarrassing. The spear chief also believed that his surname was Chen, and he remembered as clearly as he had fingers. Some people used this to attack him for not being a pure Chen, so the spear chief started counting the Chen surname for thousands of years, until where his branch came from and what famous people had been there. On the contrary, few people with the real surname Chen could name it, so the spear chief laughed: "You don't even know your ancestors, and you still have the nerve to be surnamed Chen?"
But after his wife ran off with someone, the gun captain no longer said his surname was Chen. He was afraid to hear others say, "A man named Chen will not let his wife run away." The gun captain was therefore afraid of being ridiculed for not being able to control his wife.
Hu Laodao didn't care about the gun captain's taboo and started cursing: "You son of a bitch, you can't even take care of your wife, what use are you to me?" The gun captain was about 70% drunk, but he was still clear-headed. He knew that Hu Laodao was a hot-tempered person, so he didn't dare to fight back verbally, for fear that the killer would use him like an animal.
"Lao Dao, don't say that. Every family has its own problems." The spear chief's tone was a little strange. He felt that this kind of soft but firm words would definitely make Hu Lao Dao feel concerned.
Hu Laodao looked at the gun captain and laughed, "Your mother ran off with someone, so your father is a fucking bastard! Your wife ran off with someone, so you are even more of a fucking bastard. Am I wrong?" The gun captain said nothing, with a gloomy face, thinking about what words to use to change the subject.
The rifleman came forward and whispered in Hu Laodao's ear: "Laodao, are you going back tonight?"
Hu Laodao lowered his voice and laughed, "I won't go back." He looked at the gun commander with a half-smile. The gun commander said softly, "I heard a long time ago that you and Ai Ai... had something going on..."
After hearing this, Hu Laodao said with some pride: "We are from the same family. Hehe, this guy... is fierce..."
The spearman said, "Is he as fierce as Old Haitang? Hahaha..."
Hu Laodao cursed: "Do you think I'm a pig?"
The spear leader said, "I dare not... Then do you want to breed tonight?"
Hu Laodao acted mysterious and said, "You want to know?" Then he pointed to the left wing and said, "Go to Houyanggou tonight and lie down and listen?" The spearman said, "I'm not going! What's the point of listening to you, an old pig?"
Hu Laodao took advantage of the gun captain's behavior and continued to tease him, "Go ahead, listen to the live broadcast!"
The gun captain hadn't done that for a long time since his wife ran off with someone else. At this time, under the influence of alcohol, he felt itchy inside. Although he knew that Hu Laodao wanted him to be a sentry, he couldn't help but feel a little tempted, but he couldn't relax at all: "I'm afraid I'll eat too much. It's freezing cold and I'm going to listen to you do something stupid."
The gun commander circled the hillside and finally ran to the ditch. He squatted under the window with his ears pressed against the wall without moving. The gun commander didn't know who Hu Laodao was going to broadcast live with, because this wing was a guest room. After squatting for nearly half an hour, there was still no movement inside. The gun commander couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. He wanted to leave but was afraid of missing the show. If he didn't leave, the weather was too cold. In addition, he didn't dare to move his body. His ear was so painful that all the sensory nerves in his body were concentrated on the ear that was pressed against the wall. The more uncomfortable the gun commander felt, the more itchy he felt. He had finally held on for so long, otherwise he would be sorry for his hard work if he heard some obscene words.
Finally, the sound of Hu Laodao coming in was heard. Although Hu Laodao lowered his voice, the gun captain still heard it: Sixth sister, take off your clothes.
The gun commander's heart suddenly felt like being shot by a Type 38 rifle. His mind buzzed and felt dizzy. The blood rushed to his head and he felt numb. Take it off! This sentence, accompanied by the pockmarked face of Sixth Sister, hit the gun commander's head. Take it off! Then a white Huahua body fell in front of the gun commander's slightly dizzy eyes. With just this word "take it off", the sound of clothes being taken off, the sound of Hu Laodao's panting, and the sound of Sixth Sister's "ah" all intertwined into a pattern. The gun commander felt his eardrums beating like drums, his heart seemed to jump out of his chest, and the blood in his body suddenly rushed into his heart like a flood that broke through the dam, and then suddenly drained away. The gun commander opened his mouth and eyes wide, for fear that he would make a noise and scare away this live spring palace.
The head of the bed swayed and hit the wall with a clanging sound. The gun commander remembered slaughtering a pig. He stabbed the one-foot-three-inch-long sharp knife into the pig's throat, and blood gushed out. The fat pig twitched and trembled in waves, and a sharp hissing sound came from its mouth. Then Hu Laodao gently pulled the sharp knife to observe the pig's reaction. The twitching suddenly became a slow motion, and every thrust in and out became clear and detailed. The gun commander's whole body was burning like fire, his mouth was dry, and he swallowed a mouthful of bitter saliva, then laughed loudly. With his mouth open, ice-cold air rushed into his chest. The cold could not suppress the surging heat. The gun commander began to feel dizzy. The sound inside was still going on. The cleanly shaved white pig skin was bouncing. The gun commander was confused as to whether it was a pig or a human being that was being stripped. The difference between killing a pig and stripping a human being is that you see the killing of a pig, but you hear the stripping of a human being. But the gun commander did not understand why the sound he heard was the sound of water. The fat white pig fell to the ground, and the gun commander finally fell headfirst into the gutter.
