Castrated ram

This is a war between sheep and people, and it is also a war between sheep and sheep and between people. People castrate sheep, sheep castrate. Life is a mutual castration and slaughter.

The full text is about 4800 words. Don't worry, read it patiently.

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The grass is rich and the water is wide. Shepherds also depend on the sky for food. They always follow the footsteps of green grass, just as beekeepers follow the footsteps of flowers, from one place to another, from another place to this place, from the grass eaten by sheep to the thick grass. From one flock of sheep to another.

There was a lamb that was rejected by the ewe at birth.

The ewe doesn't feed it, and doesn't give her the warmth to snuggle up to. Since childhood, it has been grazing on the grassland alone, looking for water to drink, practicing walking and skipping rope.

It is bigger than other lambs from birth. The snow-white hair shines like the sunshine on the plateau in the sun. On its head, there is a pinch of brown hair, which stands back and faces the wind, like the mane of a wild horse. Everyone stands up, and everyone is a vibrant and jumping new life.

Other lambs are far away from it and look different from it. Their ears are big and drooping, their ears are brown and their eyes are brown. They are a group of exotic meat goat breeds-Boer goats.

This lamb is very much like a small-tailed Han sheep, with a short tail, high limbs and developed front and rear drive. But it is different from small-tailed Han sheep. The biggest feature is its brown hair on its head and clear black and white, crystal clear eyes. It lives in this group of Boer goats and is doomed to be out of place. Other lambs don't play, play with it.

It turns out that the ewe gave birth to this lamb when she was pregnant with it. Because of her large size, the ewe suffered a lot during childbirth.

Soon, the ewe was killed by the shepherd and stewed soup to eat meat. The lambs saw their mother being dragged out of the sheepfold by the shepherd. Shepherds and friends took out sharp knives, talking and laughing, and stabbed the ewe's neck with them. The ewe didn't scream, but took one last look at the pen. All the lambs are bleating, baa, baa.

The children of these ewes are homeless. The shepherd still drove them out to eat grass, and then came back at night and locked them in the fence.

The shepherd is a middle-aged and fat Mongolian with an old-fashioned shotgun, a sheepdog, a horse and a leather sewing bag. These are his standard, and the hip flask contains his favorite koumiss. He lives by herding sheep. He is familiar with sheep, their habits, estrus season and mating rules.

This year, the shepherd came to a grassland with his sheep and settled down next to a small village. There are not many people in the village, and most of them are animal husbandry. The shepherd set up a tent in a clearing next to the village and fenced the sheepfold.

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The shepherd came to this grassland with his sheep at the beginning of March last year.

At the end of last spring, the lambs grew up and became tougher every day. The air is so fresh, the moon is printed in the sky, and the wind dances with the skirt. The cool breeze blows the sheep's face, like the kiss of the first love, sweet, soft and warm.

In the evening, the shepherd drove the full sheep into the sheepfold as usual, and filled the tank with water for the sheep to drink. The sheep lay, its mouth kept moving back and forth, chewing the grass in its stomach, sometimes shaking its head, sneezing and shaking its ears a few times. The lamb jumped around the ewe, and the ewe's eyes looked at the distance, as if thinking about the happy days in the future, and as if thinking of the hard years in the past. Birds are chirping merrily.

The wind blows the back of the leaves on the tree, and the leaves spread out. All the nutrients in the soil began to ferment, and a bubble appeared from time to time in the septic tank. The lust of a huge small-tailed Han sheep began to heat up, and the smell filled the air. The huge little tail Han sheep began to lose it. It must vent. It must find a ewe.

While the wind was blowing, the ram of the local villagers smelled the urine of the ewe in the wind, which was the smell of courtship and estrus. Looking at the distance, the ram kept trying to get rid of the rope around his neck and stretched his head out like a big white goose that was about to bite. The ram jumped back and forth, trying to get rid of the rope. Just as it bleated like a crying doll, in an instant, a huge force took the ram.

Just after 7 o'clock, when it was getting dark, this huge ram, running all the way, jumped over the high fence of the sheepfold like a cliff and ran to the shepherd's sheepfold, scaring the other sheep into the corner. Only the ewe stood up and stood in the middle of the fence.

The ram saw the oasis and water, just like a hungry desert crowd. Rapidly pouncing on the ewe's body, the ewe rushed to meet and dodge. After several rounds, the ewe was tired and her physical strength was far less than that of this young and strong middle-aged ram. Ram threw himself behind the ewe and took out his own * * *, omitting 10,000 words here ... brainwashing himself (don't be too explicit, imagine referring to the dog's ××). The ram's front legs severely clamped the ewe's abdomen. The hind legs are supported on the ground, and on the soft ground itself, you can see that the ram left a deep and deep mark on the sheep's hoof.

The ram inserted his * * * into the ewe's womb. After the ram locked the ewe hard, it began to ××.

At this point, the sheepdog has been howling outside for a long time. The shepherd came back from a walk outside and saw the sheepdog roaring in the sheepfold. The shepherd saw the ram riding on the back of the ewe at a glance. He knew every sheep of his own and the characteristics of the sheep. The shepherd found that it was an invading sheep and hurried to the tent and took out his shotgun.

The shepherd took out his shotgun and fired two shots into the air. The ram was still indifferent and busy mating. The shepherd approached the sheepfold, picked up the shotgun, stared at the sight for two seconds, pulled the trigger, and bang, the bullet went through the ram's head, and the ram began to loosen the ewe. The ewe quickly fled to the corner and the place where the lambs gathered.

The shepherd went to the sheepfold, dragged the huge ram out and hung it on the iron hook outside the tent. After a while, I saw the light of the flashlight. It turned out to be a fool in this village. The fool asked the shepherd if he had seen his sheep. The shepherd pointed to the ram hanging high. A fool can tell at a glance that it is his own sheep.

The fool burst into tears: "Give me back the sheep, give me back the sheep, my sheep".

The shepherd shouted, "you son of a bitch, you can't control the sheep." You came to my sheepfold for estrus and asked me for sheep. Get out. "

After that, the shepherd pulled the trigger in his hand and fired a shot into the air, scaring the fool to run home quickly.

The fool had to go back. This fool is actually not stupid. He was born when he was a child, and his mother had a cold and a fever. I lost a medicine during infusion, which made the fool unable to speak clearly, his mouth was still drooling and his hands were not flexible. But everyone in the village knows that a fool is like a mirror and knows everything. The landlord plays mahjong and counts cards better than anyone else.

The ewe was pregnant and gave birth to a lamb five months later. The only lamb in this fetus is too big to give birth. The ewe suffered a lot during childbirth.

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This group of lambs who lost their mothers became lost lambs, just like little sparrows born in a bird's nest, without their mothers' care.

They hate shepherds, and they must unite to avenge their mother. There is no revenge without a leader.

This small-tailed Han sheep is the smallest of the flock and the lowest in seniority. It is the last fetus of the ewe before she was stabbed, and there are many brothers and sisters on her head. But its size is not the smallest.

Its trunk is getting stronger and stronger, except for the oldest brother in the flock. Now, Big Brother has the greatest strength and the strongest body.

However, this big brother has always disliked this unique and unremarkable Boer goat. Most of its characteristics are the youngest of the small-tailed Han sheep. There are other sheep, calling it a bastard, and eldest brother publicly scolds it as a bastard.

The eldest brother became the leader, and they planned how to get back at the shepherd.

A month has passed, and they are eating grass, drinking water and sleeping seriously every day. The shepherd drove them out in the morning and rushed to a row of big willows in front of the tent at noon for the shepherd dog to watch. Go out in the afternoon and come back at night.

One evening, the sheep were driven to graze not far from the tent. One of the sheep saw that the shepherd was not there, and the shepherd dog was gone. It turned out that the shepherd went to the village to buy cigarettes, and the sheepdog joined in to see if there were any other bitches in the village, and followed.

The sheep found time, and it's time for revenge.

The sheep rushed into the shepherd's tent, overturned the shepherd's pot, and took the lead in peeing and shitting on the shepherd's bed. Other lambs followed the shepherd's table, pot and bowl to pee and shit, like a long-planned uprising.

The shepherd came back with a cigarette in his mouth. There is a sheep standing guard outside. When they saw the shepherd coming back, they ran into the fence quickly. All the sheep hurried back to the sheepfold, but the small-tailed Han sheep was blocked by the leading brother, who blocked the door of the sheepfold with a stick from the inside. Small-tailed Han sheep trespassed outside the door, but "baa baa" failed to get in.

In order to punish it, the shepherd took the small-tailed Han sheep's ear, found a knife and alcohol, grabbed it, tied it to a tree, castrated it, and made its testicles into a snack.

The castrated ram feels that the whole world is gloomy, with no hope, no hope and no desire to tease other ewes.

Small-tailed Han sheep remained silent for two months and became a silent lamb. Eat grass and drink water alone, sleep in circles, practice jumping and running, stand alone and be alone.

Its legs are getting longer and thicker, its body is getting stronger and its hair is getting more and more shiny. The mane of the small-tailed Han sheep looks more beautiful in the early morning sunshine.

By mid-July, the weather became extremely hot.

The sun is very fierce. At noon, there is a heat wave in the sheepfold, so the sheep can't stay. The shepherd put the sheep under a row of big willows by the pond in front of the tent, let the sheepdog watch, and ran to the tent to take a nap. The sheepdog lay on the ground, panting with its tongue out. Sheep lie in the shade of willow trees, chewing grass in their mouths, staring blankly, and sometimes opening their eyes. Seeing that the sheep was asleep, the sheepdog put its tail between its legs and ran to the shade behind the tent and fell asleep.

The sheep found their chance again. They started to act, in pairs, quietly, quietly, and got into the shepherd's tent.

They saw the shepherd's shotgun, with its muzzle resting on the shepherd's head, and a lamb touched the trigger with its hoof and clicked. For this action, it practiced this kicking action thousands of times. But the shotgun ran out of bullets and the shepherd woke up. In their panic, they knocked over the leather bag with wine on one leg of the shepherd's bed. After drinking the wine, the shepherd didn't come to plug it, and the wine flowed to the ground.

The koumiss in the bag is the shepherd's life.

The sheep flocked out, knowing that there was no way out. If they leave the shepherd, they will only die. They will be killed and sold by villagers and besieged and eaten by wolves and wild dogs.

In order to protect the lamb, the leader was the last one to enter the circle. The shepherd caught him, dragged him out of the sheepfold, tied his limbs with ropes, and then cut him down at the door of the sheepfold in front of the sheep. When the shepherd pulled out his knife, there was not a drop of blood on it. In an instant, blood gushed out like a fountain and splashed on the shepherd's knife and neck. The protagonist's brother is dead. Then, the shepherd skillfully peeled the leading brother with a sharp knife. Put the skin on the branch to dry. On the chopping board, the leading brother was chopped into pieces.

The sheep lost their leader and calmed down from then on.

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July passed, and the grass here was almost eaten. The shepherd left this place with his sheep.

In the third spring, the shepherd came back. Most of the brothers and sisters of this hybrid ram were killed or sold by shepherds. Their descendants have replaced them and are thriving.

There are many sandstorms this year, and the grass is gradually decreasing. The yellow sand blowing from the north is flying all over the sky and gray. The villagers hid in low-rise houses with closed doors and windows. The sheep in the sheepfold are eating the prepared peanut seedlings, and the grass is almost eaten by the sheep, and the grass is gone. There is not enough grass to eat and nutrition can't keep up. The shepherd's newborn lamb was weak, weak and sick, so it was slaughtered and sold to local villagers for meat. Hybrid rams look at their relatives and descendants one by one, leaving their own sheep of the same generation.

One evening, the sky was full of yellow sand, and the wind blew, and the sand hit the face, which made people feel like a knife. Dark clouds will engulf the whole village, and people can only see it if they come near. The wind blew up the mane of the ram. It also awakened the memory of the sage ram. It remembered that its mother was killed here, that it was castrated by the shepherd here, and that it remembered its dead brothers and sisters. All hatred is like a madman in a dark hell, waking up in an instant and pouring into my heart together.

The hybrid ram was full of hatred, and he wanted to vent, just like his father, and he jumped on the night of estrus. But the ram never knew who his father was. The shepherd was staring at the distant sky, and the ram stood behind the shepherd, with his head down, as if he had been insulted for years and had nowhere to vent.

Ram came running from more than ten meters away, exhausted all his strength, and every hair on his body came back to life, like a running life, shaking and dancing in the air. Ram has accumulated strength for three years, and his muscular body contains great energy. Just then, they were all released, and the shepherd was pushed into the air by its horn, and with a splash, the shepherd fell to the ground.

Ram crazy, front hoof and back hoof successively stepped on the shepherd's crotch. The shepherd shouted in pain, climbed a few steps forward, picked up the shotgun, pulled the trigger, and shot the ram that rushed over. The ram gave a cry in the air and then fell vertically to the ground. The sound seems to be a demonstration, mixed with joy, and victory is accompanied by painful blood, desolate and indirect.

Ram fell to the ground, his mouth bleeding, his eyes wide open, he was short of breath, and his slender legs were still pedaling.

When the ram stepped on the shepherd's crotch, the shepherd's testicles burst and the shepherd fell to the ground, unable to move.

Among the shepherds, it was an evening three years ago, and he killed a villager Ram. They look so similar.

The fool saw the shepherd, the shepherd he hated. He didn't call the villagers to save him. The shepherd fainted with pain. The sandstorm is getting bigger and bigger, and the sand gradually covers the shepherd's head, and then the shepherd's whole body.

The moment the ram was killed, I cried, but the ram smiled. It remembered the only time when I was a child that I walked with my mother in the sunset on the grassland.

Everything is so beautiful, everything is so beautiful.

Postscript:

Let's review Mr. Wang Xiaobo's Golden Age.

I was twenty-one years old that day, in the golden age of my life. I have many extravagant hopes. I want to love, I want to eat, and I want to instantly become a half-bright and half-dark cloud in the sky. Later, I learned that life is a process of being hammered slowly. People grow old day by day, expecting to disappear day by day, and finally become like a hammered cow. But I didn't foresee this when I celebrated my 2 1 birthday. I think I will go on forever, and nothing can hammer me.

This ram is Wang Xiaobo's hammer cow, Wang Xiaobo, those who struggle for life, you and me.