True country story: the last pig killer in the country

Zhang's big house was liberated to death. The village chief's cousin Tian Xiuying was the first person to find his body. Like every morning, when Tian Xiuying walked to the pigsty with a bucket of swill to feed the pigs, he saw this scene and exclaimed? Dead? Dead? Run away Barrel? Collapse? With a loud noise falling from his hand, swill spilled all over the floor.

Zhang Jiefang was naked, lying in a pigsty with his right eye open. Two pigs were sniffing around his body. It's April on earth, and mosquitoes are buzzing around the pigsty: this picture has haunted Tian Xiuying's mind for many years. However, all this has nothing to do with Zhang Jiefang. Accurately speaking, when the body was found in Tian Xiuying, Zhang Jiefang had been dead for four hours. In other words, Zhang Jiefang died at two o'clock in the morning when people were still sleeping soundly. This is the conclusion that police officer Liu, who is in charge of the case, came to later.

Zhang Jiefang is a pig farmer in rural areas. Because he only needs one knife to kill a pig, the locals prefer to call him a knife. Over time, people forgot his real name. Zhang Jiefang lives by killing pigs, and walks from village to village all the year round. Everyone knows him. It is no exaggeration to say that even he can't remember how many pigs Zhang had when he died. People in ten miles and eight townships can't live without him, and his cousin chrysanthemum can't live without him, but he can't come back. The pig spent his whole life in prison and finally died in the pigsty.

Karma! Some villagers think so. Last New Year's Eve, Zhang Yidao killed a five-legged pig in Li Jiawan. In the local area, a five-legged pig will bring bad luck. He could have been avoided. The way to get rid of him was that after the pig was killed, he had to flee immediately and run around the village, so as to avoid the harm of ghosts and gods. But Zhang Yidao was possessed by ghosts that day, and I don't know whether I neglected this or I didn't intend to do it at all! They think there is only one explanation: a voice is calling him to the point of never returning.

Some villagers raised profound questions. On that day, Tian Xiuying didn't let Zhang Yidao kill the pig, but died in the pigsty. How did he get into the pigsty? Why did he walk into the pigsty? There are many pigsty in the village, but why did he choose the pigsty of the village chief's house? Did he kill or commit suicide?

People are whispering.

An hour later, police officer Liu of the town government arrived at the scene with a group of people. The pigsty is surrounded by villagers. They managed to get into the pigsty. A cordon was set outside the pigsty. Take photos and collect evidence, and leave after more than two hours. In the afternoon, they quickly came to the conclusion that Zhang Jiefang committed suicide.

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According to local customs, villagers who died suddenly could not enter the ancestral hall, so the villagers set up a temporary mourning hall at the head of the village.

Some people say that Zhang Yidao died unsatisfied. Zhang Yidao must die unsatisfied! Regardless of his own death, why can't his body enter the ancestral temple? Don't worry about this ancestral rule! Besides, what's the point of giving me new clothes and shoes to wear on the dead? In a short time, the wailing sound came one after another. But I don't want you to come, really! Crying is just a trick for the living to comfort themselves! Think that crying badly and shedding more tears can save your dirty mind? Make up for your disrespect? Some people will be sad before the pig dies, but it still can't get rid of the end of being slaughtered. But I will torture you, even if I die. If Zhang Yidao were still alive, he would definitely say so.

According to local custom, the family of the deceased will go to the pond under the guidance of the mage the next morning? Buy water? Come back to bathe the dead, and then put the shroud on the dead, but all this was avoided because of the family changes of Zhang Yidao. Zhang Yidao is the door-to-door son-in-law She wandered outside when she was very young and completely lost contact with her family. Supposedly, we should ask my uncle's family and other relatives to help with the funeral, but Tang Keju had only one sister, which seemed beyond her power, so Murakami came forward, kept everything simple, set up a mourning hall, and was buried the next day. Zhang Yidao felt like a dead dog abandoned in the wild. After more than ten hours, he disappeared from this world under the gaze of people he knew or didn't know in the village.

In April, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and the sun is shining. Several people shuttled back and forth in the mourning hall, gagging, as if it were a holiday. This is what Zhang Jiefang did not expect. He's angry!

Suddenly, there was a strong wind, flying sand and stones. As black as an upside-down pot. Then there was lightning and thunder, and it rained cats and dogs. No, the coffin will be blown away and someone will shout. Zhang Yidao slept in the coffin, secretly complacent. I saw a few people in a hurry, desperately tugging at the fixed rope. However, the wind and rain are getting more and more rampant, and Peng Ling makes a loud whistle, which will be opened and uprooted at any time. There is a local custom that it is unlucky for rain to splash on the dead. In a short time, rain poured down from around Peng Ling, and in an instant, countless streams appeared in Tang Ling, flowing like earthworms under coffins. Several people are trying to drain water with brooms. Tian Xiuying, who was passing by, immediately knelt in front of Zhang Yidao's coffin, and kept chanting while burning paper money, telling the deceased to rest in peace.

Tian Xiuying certainly knew why Zhang Yidao chose to die in his pigsty. She felt guilty for her husband. But my husband can't help it!

But, Aunt Xiuying, can I go safely?

I was born with a knife, but my cousin was later taken alive by them to have an abortion. At that time, my cousin was pregnant for six months, six months! Isn't this punishment enough? My only son, Shui Sheng, heard that Murakami was coming to arrest his mother for an abortion. He chased him out in tears and accidentally fell into the pond. You said abortion is abortion, and then you tied the chrysanthemum without telling us! Soon, my parents-in-law couldn't bear it, and they both committed suicide by drinking pesticides. Since then, Tang Ke has also become crazy.

I don't understand why pigs can be raised more and more, but the population should be controlled. You care, it's not people at all, it's animals! The village chief often takes several people from house to house to arrest the super-born villagers, from light to light, from heavy to prison. Many villagers had to leave their homes. Of course, there are more cruel incidents, and I will not say them once and for all, because it will discredit socialism.

The storm finally stopped. People finally breathed a sigh of relief and said that Zhang Yidao didn't want to leave. Didn't you leave? This is life! Just accept your fate. Who can make a living? Have pity on your crazy cousin!

Yes, but where is this cousin? Don't show your face at this time!

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Since the death of her son Shuisheng, Chrysanthemum has been crazy and hasn't been out of the house for a day. At first, Zhang Dao went out to look for it, but a few days later she disappeared again. Even if chrysanthemums don't leave the village, they stand under the ancient locust tree at the head of the village every day and keep calling-

Aquatic, where are you? I miss you!

Shui Sheng, come back! Come back!

Until my voice is hoarse and I can't speak.

Later, Zhang Yidao was disheartened and ignored her.

When Xiuhua found chrysanthemum, she was digging a grave on the mountain behind the village, with blood dripping from her hands.

Xiuhua said with a sigh that the world is over.

Chrysanthemum stubbornly believes that her son was buried alive rather than drowned, so she comes here to plane and plane every day.

Your man is dead, you go back and give him a ride: Xiuhua knows to play the lute to a cow, but she still has to do it.

Chrysanthemum hair messy, ragged, hands covered with blood. She was carried to the mourning hall by her sister.

People get out of the way to let chrysanthemums in. Everyone thought she would jump on it, just like her drowning son and coffin, crying, but poor chrysanthemum looked at the body with no expression. Chrysanthemums have no tears to shed. As early as the first few days of chrysanthemum madness, Zhang Yidao dissuaded her, and she could still listen. I don't know how many tears she has shed and how many times she has cried. Later, she was completely crazy, and her husband was just a stranger to her. She often stares at the surface of the pond for a long time, staring, pale and disheveled, repeating the words-why don't you go home? Mom misses you!

Is this my cousin? If I can survive Zhang Jiefang, I will take her to the provincial capital to see a doctor even if I lose everything. My poor cousin!

Zhang Yidao still clearly remembers that Chrysanthemum was only twenty years old when she married the Zhang family's big house, and she was tender enough to pinch water. Smart and capable, everyone praised him. But since the birth of the child, the villagers have said that they can be their own mothers. I thought that the second child had lost his life, so the family could live in harmony and enjoy family happiness. But overnight, disaster fell from the sky, and parents, father and son were yin and yang!

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I'm sorry, chrysanthemum!

If you don't come back to visit your sick parents one night, you can only hide and wait for the baby to come back. Why should we come back one day? What a nice tie!

If I don't insist on having children, you won't be crazy! But now, I am free, and you are going to suffer on the earth.

In the mourning hall, the incense is filled with solemnity.

Zhang Can a knife to close your eyes, when he saw this Tang Ke?

After hearing the bad news of her son, Chrysanthemum lost her mind. She often goes to the ancestral grave to dig graves, and the villagers can't move. Later, people finally stopped sympathizing with her and beat her black and blue. Once she was beaten to death. But the chrysanthemum is better, so I went to dig someone's ancestral grave. A rogue in the village threw her into the pond, but soon people found that she was not dead, but she was more energetic when digging the grave! People had to let her go. Now, when we look around, the ancestral graves of the Zhangjia Dawu are riddled with holes and unsightly.

Bye-bye, your man, sister-in-law, someone said.

Crazy, cry, it's your man sleeping in the coffin.

Chrysanthemum is still expressionless, while Xiuhua is not paying attention, she immediately ran out again.

You're back, you're back, Skull, Xiuhua is behind him.

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There are butchers who kill pigs and breeders in the countryside? Foot pig? There are also people who kill pigs. Of these three people, the one who kills pigs is the most despised. If the first person is good and the second person is virtuous, then the third person is immoral. Not to mention the lowliness of its craft, it is immoral to marry a male and a female all one's life and not let pigs have children. God will let a man who has lost his virtue die.

Someone in the mourning hall whispered so quietly.

A few years ago, Zhang Nanshan's son wanted to be an apprentice with Zhang Yidao, but Zhang Nanshan didn't agree and scolded his son. Zhang Yidao said after listening, you look down on the sneaky craftsmanship in Lao Tzu's crotch, and I don't have to accept it if you want to learn it! As long as you bend down and chop people, you take the money. As long as someone raises pigs, there will be my food.

I see! Zhang Yidao's family is one of the best in the Zhang family's big house. A family of three drinks spicy food every day, which makes the villagers greedy. But Zhang Yidao is rich and generous. A few years ago, he built a muddy road in the village, and he took 5 thousand at a time, more than three times as much as others. However, the coffin that Murakami is sleeping for him now is too small! Zhang Yidao knew, of course, that this coffin was originally prepared for Zhang Nanshan Murakami's brother, but when his brother died working outside, he only brought back an urn, so this coffin was preserved. Zhang Yidao almost curled up in the coffin, making no sound. If he can be quiet, he will protest to Murakami! I am respected in the world anyway. Everyone in this country knows!

Objectively speaking, Zhang Yidao's popularity in Shili Baxiang is much higher than that of village head and branch secretary. Zhang Yidao doesn't farm, but Tang Ke is only responsible for taking care of a few vegetable fields, because he is too busy every day! At most, Zhang Yidao kills dozens of piglets every day. He always goes out neatly dressed. When the owner shouted to put the pig on the ground, Zhang Yidao slowly put the teacup on the table and took out a shiny sharp knife and a surgical needle from a very delicate leather bag, surrounded by watching children, showing curious and scared expressions. I saw Zhang Yidao flashing in the sun, drawing a beautiful arc in the air. Before I could see it clearly, I had an extra dumpling in my hand and walked to the ground next to me. Then I took the surgical needle and embroidered it back and forth for three times, and the pig's lower body was sewn up. The host praised the good craftsmanship and quickly handed clean water and towels. After washing hands, drinking tea and taking money, Zhang Yidao proudly turned away with a delicate leather bag.

Of course, some people expressed disdain.

Mong Kok pig in Wangjiawan is one of them. In his opinion, it is against human common sense to do such a dirty thing. Rural people are blessed with many children, and his business is to honor their ancestors. In fact, Wang Jiao pig walks around the country every day, trying to catch one? Foot pig? (Boars) go to sow breeding.

But Zhang Yidao doesn't think so! ? Catch up? There is no technical content at all. And Wang Jiaozhu likes to fuck women, which is also called by the villagers? Golden leg pig? One of the reasons. It can be said that Tang Keren in Shili Baxiang was completely destroyed by him. But his favorite is the cousin of butcher Li. That cousin is white and rich, and everyone wants him. There is a local saying that if you walk too much at night, you will always encounter ghosts. It is said that on that day, they were caught red-handed by Butcher Li, whose name has been heard for a long time, in the bed of Butcher Li's house, and Wang Jiao Pig limped from then on.

As the saying goes? The road home is narrow? . One month before his death, Zhang Yidao met Wang Jiaozhu in Li Jiawan. After teasing each other for a while, I lamented the ruthlessness of the years, the sadness of the world and the impermanence of life.

Knowing the news of Zhang Yidao's death, who is Wang Jiaozhu? Catch up? On the way. Thinking of Zhang Yidao's family's experience and his untimely death, Wang Jiaozhu burst into tears. Doesn't he just want another child? Now that the family is ruined, where is justice? He's not the only one who's alive! But some people can live in peace. Isn't it amazing? It's a treat and a gift! The scene of cousin Zhang Yidao being caught and ligated is still vivid in my mind. _ _ _ On that day, Wang Jiao Pig was in the Zhang family mansion? Feet? Suddenly, I saw a group of people dragging Tang Ke with a knife out of the house and stuffing it into a tractor.

Zhang, Zhang, if I had known today, why should I have!

Wang Jiaozhu suddenly remembered something and walked out the door.

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As night fell, the hall was empty.

The incense is vaguely a portrait of Zhang Yidao.

There should be several tables, there should be playing and singing, and there should be people who come to mourn.

Zhang Yidao is angry! If his children are still alive, if Tang Ke is not crazy, if there is no interference from human factors, the hall will be full of excitement. He even regretted it. What do I want another child to do? Of course, his only regret is that he chose death. When a life is worse than death, it is better to choose death. This is what his father-in-law once said. So, he accepted it frankly. Three generations can finally meet in another world, the sun is shining and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.

Thought of here, Zhang Yidao's right eye slowly closed.

However, before long, to his surprise, Wang Jiao Pig and Li Lai the butcher died. This pair of friends in bad karma shook hands on this special occasion. In these ten miles and eight townships, the three of them are very active and skilled in their respective fields, and they are like a duck to water. They are all famous people! The three of them sometimes meet in a village and a bay, saying that it is rare. If they meet Butcher Li who kills pigs, the three of them will get drunk and chat with Hu Kanhai.

When Wang Jiao pig found Butcher Li, Butcher Li put the past aside without saying anything and asked him to fry some pigs and bring two bottles of wine. Wang Jiao Pig also brought a dish. They know that Zhang Yidao likes to be lively, and they sympathize with him. If Zhang Yidao were still alive, he would definitely climb out of the coffin and hug the two brothers.

Butcher Li said:? Zhang Yidao, we are here to drink with you. ?

Wang Jiao pig said, you are really, you left without even saying hello, you dirty dog. ?

All three of them have their own nicknames. The butcher's name is Li? Hangman? What's the name of the king's foot pig? Foot pig? What's Zhang Yidao's name? Jia? . They often laugh at themselves or play jokes on each other like this.

Li, the butcher, took a swig of wine and said, You really deserve it. My executioner only kills pigs.

Wang Jiao Pig took a sip of his wine and said, Why are you so stupid? You died in vain, but there is still hope.

Say you are famous, hum, some people are really famous.

They are the most terrible!

I agree with you, said the king pepper pig with a piece of bacon between his arms. Zhang Yidao only calculated what was in the pig's crotch, and some people were real people.

Well, call me the executioner, that's everyone's executioner. I don't kill pigs. Can I eat meat every day?

Call me a pig, I don't? Feet? Where did it come from? More pigs and meat? .

Zhang Yidao really wants to say, I am cruel, you are so cruel! I cut the pig to make it fatter and enrich the vegetable market, but you ligated the offspring of a broken family.

It is late at night. The wind blows into the mourning hall from time to time, making the candlelight sway. The faint light reflected on the faces of Wang Jiao pig and Li Butcher, which was strange and inexplicable.

Both of them were silent, and Zhang Yidao's portrait was particularly scary.

After a while, the butcher Li broke the silence.

Pig, I really wanted to stab you to death! But sometimes I'm too soft-hearted, sobbed butcher Li. You are really nothing. You ruined my cousin! Why didn't Zhang Yidao lock you up? Hey, you, asshole!

Are you finished, you stupid pig! You should have stabbed me to death, crippled me and let people point at my back! Don't forget, you didn't leave me alone when I kidnapped Sister Ju for ligation!

Nothing can be boiled! Didn't I just catch this? The village chief asked you to give me a hand. You're not going? Unless you trip over your skull! Speaking of this, butcher Li became angry. Zhang Yidao, stand up and be fair.

In fact, Tianjiao Pig was at the scene, but Butcher Li didn't find him. The principle of being a man is that more things are not as good as less things.

By the way, I almost forgot that it wasn't you who came back to report you that day, was it?

Put your mother's shit, people stare at you every day, who else will sue you? You pig brain! Blame him for being careless.

Okay, okay, friends should make up, not get married. That's what Zhang Yidao said when he was alive. He advised them at that time, but they broke up in discord. I didn't expect to laugh myself today.

Butcher, come on, give you something good you haven't eaten.

Without looking, Li, the butcher, quickly took it from the king of pig's feet and stuffed it in his mouth.

Does it taste good？

Lee the butcher vomited wildly. He ate pig testicles and cooked them with old lotus leaves wrapped in yellow mud.

King feet pig laughing my head off:

? Haha, stupid enough to bark like a pig. ?

Butcher Li shame into anger, a fist smashed in the past:

? You will die if you don't hurt anyone! ?

King feet pig hurriedly dodged a flash:

? You're ungrateful. You've been a big help. How many pairs did Zhang Yidao eat a month when he was alive? Now ask him. ?

Li Can the butcher, don't make any noise. He is telling the truth.

Wang Jiao pig dared to tease him so much because he caught the butcher Li's seven inches. Don't look at butcher Li's business. He is strong and powerful, but he is afraid of his wife. A person with a particularly kind heart.

At this time, the wind blew harder and the lingpeng crackled.

Butcher, do you remember how Shui Sheng died?

Nonsense, know perfectly well past ask! Butcher Li said I salvaged it that day.

It was indeed that day that butcher Li salvaged it. Poor aquatic! He is still warm, with innocent eyes open, as if asking questions. Afterwards, Chrysanthemum fainted on the spot. By the time Zhang Yidao's pig came back to know the bad news, the child was already a cold corpse.

"What a good boy," said Wang Jiaozhu. He is good-looking and good-behaved.

Zhang Yidao is really retribution. He died, and no son came to warm the pit.

His cousin is still crazy.

Another gust of wind blew out the candle.

Pig, I've been thinking about a question. You say, is this family planning policy right?

It should be right! Wang Jiaozhu said while lighting candles, but my uncle, a population research expert, told me that the fewer people born, the better. Now someone has demonized it.

Then I don't understand!

I don't quite understand either. I just think that the people who carry out the policy below are too inhuman and bring shame to our society.

At some point, two people fell asleep on their knees.

The dog barked in the distance.

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It's finally dawn. Many villagers in Shiliba Township arrived at the news, including Zhang Yidao's customers and many sympathizers. The funeral procession went from the head of the village to the end of the village. The pig king shouted and commanded the funeral procession. Li, the butcher, walked in front of the coffin with Zhang Yidao's portrait. Twelve people carried the coffin and walked slowly in the deafening firecrackers.

Xiuhua followed with chrysanthemums.

The clouds are low and the sky is gloomy.

People from the initial silence to sobbing, and then to the last wailing. Later, some people said that this was the worst funeral in Zhang Dawu's history.

Just as several people were preparing to be buried, it thundered in the sky. People only saw a light passing over the chrysanthemum head and heard someone pulling the ground? Not good? Chrysanthemum fell to the ground. Xiuhua wailed and jumped on the chrysanthemum. However, at this moment, a miracle appeared-chrysanthemum woke up:

? Honey, how can you be so stupid! What should I do if you leave me alone?

Honey, will you go back?

They were stunned for a moment, and then they persuaded her.

It's raining hard.

Zhang Yidao's closed right eye opened again. He can't wait to revive himself. He told Chrysanthemum that I wanted a second child. I'm afraid the water is too lonely. I am afraid that white-haired people will send black-haired people, and my old age will be bleak. But I'm self-defeating, I hurt you, chrysanthemum! Why did you wake up? The pain of waking up is more painful!

It's raining hard.

Chrysanthemum suddenly jumped into the grave. It was not until she lay down that people knew that this cousin wanted to warm the pit for her dead husband. According to local customs, it is generally men who warm the pit for the dead. If there is an eldest son at home, the eldest son will do it. The heat of being a younger generation has gone down, and people will not be cold again. Otherwise, going to the underworld is a cold ghost.

Come up, you come up, chrysanthemum: Xiuhua shouted at the grave.

Come up, you come up, chrysanthemum: butcher Li shouted at the grave.

Come up, you come up, chrysanthemum: Wang Jiaozhu shouted at the grave.

A few people have reached below.

It took chrysanthemum a long time to get up from the grave.

Chrysanthemum just stand firm, suddenly pouncing on the village head:

? You give me my son back, you give me my husband back! You are a murderer. You're a murderer?

The people at the scene were in chaos. Although people know very well that the conclusion of the police is correct since they can be buried, many people lost their minds and pushed the village head because of the accumulated grievances for many years.

The scene is completely out of control!

Officer Liu dragged the village head and ran out. That day at the crime scene, he once took off Zhang Yidao's shorts and found Zhang Yidao's scalpel at the scene. The final conclusion of the analysis is that Zhang Yidao committed suicide. The death of his son and Tang Ke's madness made Zhang Yidao despair of life, so he chose the pigsty, the pigsty of the village chief, where he had been dealing with all his life, and cut his artery with a pig scalpel until he bled to death. Maybe this is a silent protest! In order to let Zhang Yidao leave with dignity, police officer Liu used the conclusion of his death? Suicide? This vague word. Therefore, Zhang Yidao's real way of death has become an eternal mystery.

The next day, Wang Jiao Pig sent a stone tablet with the inscription:

Zhang jiefang

The last pig farmer in this country.

Sleep here.

Many years have passed, and the bodies in the graves have long since disappeared. Weeds have covered the inscriptions on the stone tablets, and time has erased everything. However, the spread of Zhang Yidao continues.

Author: Bathing Snow (Source WeChat official account: Gan

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