Does the slaughterhouse animals know they’ll be killed?
My grandfather was a pig-killer when he was young, and he met a pig whose eyes had seen him and turned away. Then it ended in a tragedy.
My grandfather’s name is Chen.
The village is poor, mostly living in a brick house, and the only thing of value is a pig who has been raised for years. By the end of the year, they killed pigs, they could eat good, they could exchange money.
Killing pigs is dirty work, and no one wants to be a butcher.
Dirty. It’s not the pigsty. It’s the job.
The country was superstitious and feared killing. Kill the pigsmith, in their eyes too many sins to die in hell.
No one’s doing anything, but Grandpa’s only nickname.
His grandfather was also helping at first, and later slowly developed into a career in order to subsidize the household. In a few years, Grandpa’s pig-killing skills have become very skilled and well known.
At the end of the year, outside the village, he often came to his grandfather’s house and he was often busy.
Every time Grandpa told me about the killing of pigs, it was like showing off and talking about his skills:
One of the villagers, who had cut off a large piece of meat, had to deliver two, but forgot to share. I met my grandfather who was going to kill the pig and begged him to score.
Grandfather’s newspaper, with a knife drawn behind his waist, cut the meat in two, and the man came home and said, ” It’s all the same ” .
Grandpa’s pig-killing skills were so pure that he had an extra amount of blood.
Grandfather said that he had killed hundreds of pigs, had never missed, had always been clean, had asked him to laugh in his face and was satisfied.
He’s the only pig he’s ever had.
There’s a pig head, Daqiang.
Daqiang Ma is married, she’s a little fat, she can work in agriculture, she has a big ass, she’s a good daughter-in-law by village standards.
Daqiang is also capable of growing fields and hunting.
“Ma Daqiang’s pigs are unusual, very unusual…”
Every time he comes here, he stops and repeats, sometimes twice, sometimes several times. The look is gradually becoming a memory, as if it were the village of Ma’am. But We found that he was not a man but a different pig.
I don’t think he’s the same.
It’s amazing how people feed pigs, usually water, weed, weed, weed. Skin is a grain, and at that time, there was not enough rice to feed the pigs.
Daqiang feed the pig!
He can hunt, he can trap, he can trap, he can trap.
Ma Daqiang hunts on the southern slopes, which are 10 miles away from the village. He hunts five to five, goes to the big town and goes home.
Rabbits and stingers eat by themselves, and, at most, rats, rats in the mountains, rats in the family, and rats are thrown to pigs.
There is a habit in the village of Maguire, which kills pigs in the New Year and weighs them more than they produce.
Whoever has a big pig, who has a light on his face, can’t be commended.
The killing of pigs in the New Year, which weighs more than the birth of pigs, became an invisible feature of the Year in Ma’s Village, creating a climate of competition.
Although it was not clear that the tournament had been set up, each family hoped that its own pigs would weigh more than others over the year, and that the elephants of the pig race would be bright on their faces.
And the pigs of the house of Magaqi are dark, and they are called “black.”
Feeding the black man to eat meat is trying to compare people at the end of the year.
Not only did he feed the old man rats, but he also fished in the pond for shrimp, and he brought the acupuncture home, knocked it open and fed the old man.
It’s hard to deal with, but the dark eats it, and it bites it down.
Daqiang caught something strange, he couldn’t eat it at home and threw it to the black man.
Snakes, bats, rats, sparrows, weasel, frogs…
It was all taken, and then, after that, it was the meat that fed the rice. The village knows about this.
Black eats meat, it’s one of the specialties.
It’s not the second point, it’s bold.
Grandpa had a temperament, he loved to go to someone else’s house, he had to go to someone else’s pigs.
He only measured, and knew at any time, that the pig would grow as many as it could in the new years, and would have the potential to make a difference in the new ones.
He kills pigs. He’s got a killer on him. He can’t feel it. The pig can feel, immediately after seeing him, the blood on his body, either in the corner or on the top.
Grandpa said, “The pig is smart, not only to detect the killing of the pigsmith, but also to understand what he said. I’m sorry.
He’s not afraid of anything.
That summer, Grandpa went to Madhaj’s house and saw Blackie. He saw that the black man was over 200 pounds.
Last year, the biggest pig in the village was a pig, 300 pounds.
He told him that he would only grow a few pounds, and that at the end of the year the name of the Pig King would fall upon the black man.
Daqiang is pleased that this is a long face, a big deal, and more determined to make sure that the Dark One gets the Pig King.
So, more often, he fed the strange things to the black man.
By the end of the year, Grandpa was busy.
Ma Daqiang also asked Grandpa to decide the day he killed the pig. The day is set, he takes Grandpa to the pigsty to see the black man.
Grandpa saw the black man, and he just freaked out.
The old black fur is so greasy, it’s seen to be 300 pounds, and the black meat on the head is folded into wrinkles. I saw a man with my eyes, and I slipped.
He was not afraid, not only to see him, but to laugh at him with his mouth, with his teeth bent white and his mouth out.
Grandpa was surprised when he first saw pigs laughing at people.
He’s seen most of the pigs in the village, he’s seen the black man, he’s sure as hell this year.
The news was to Daqiang and he was pleased.
They’re in the pigsty.
Gotta go.
Grandpa said, “All right, Big Keung, let’s make up your mind.
He’s not finished.
The old, calm, black man in the pig’s ring suddenly made a terrible cry, slammed his head into a wooden fence, and jumped down.
Grandpa thought that the rules were broken, that pigs understood people and should not kill them in front of the black man.
However, a few days before the date on which the pig was killed, he did not care.
He’s got a wooden stick and he’s banging on the black man.
Grandpa’s laughing at you, you’re a pig.
When he got out of the pigsty, he met his two-year-old son, and he just walked, Grandpa made him laugh and left him a few sugars.
After that, Grandpa was busy killing pigs, and in the second, it was agreed that it would be the day.
The next day at noon, Grandpa’s going to Mada Keung’s house to kill pigs.
Before we went, there was a terrible news in the village.
The son of Magaqi is dead, and the murderers destroy humanity and use extreme cruelty.
Many of them went to Madhaj’s house, where they said the dolls had been cut apart by their enemies, broken their arms and broken their legs, and there was blood all over the house.
It was also said that, not an enemy, a group of hog thieves, and that more than 300 pounds of black pigs were missing. Three hundred pounds worth 300 dollars.
It was 300 a year for farmers to sell a pig, enough for a year, and some villages did steal pigs.
Grandpa had a mind, and the other day he was teasing Big Keung’s son.
He ran to the house of Madhagen.
As soon as he entered the house of Ma Daqiang, a bloodthirsty, fat daughter-in-law of Ma Daqiang, his head was lying on the ground, and his body smitten, he cried out.
Ma Daqi was kneeling, crying, and there was blood all over the house.
No one else dared, and Grandpa was bold enough to kill the pig, comforting Daqiang, and soon the militia came to investigate.
On several occasions, Daqiang collapsed and did not tell what had happened. He only repeated his son ‘ s death, which was too tragic.
Ma Da-chang kneeled not far away, with a child’s foot lying on the cold ground and a silver ring on her ankle, which Ma used to beat her grandson with a dowry.
Grandpa walked over and noticed that the broken foot was like something bit.
He went to see the pigs’ collars, the wooden fences of the pigs’ rings, and several thick boards, which, like after the explosion, split apart.
His head was buzzing, thinking of that dark, gruesome pig and thinking of a possibility that he could not believe or believe.
I thought of it, Grandpa had a chill!
I don’t know.
I don’t know.
Grandpa and the militia searched for a long time and did not find the son of Daqiang, who was alive and dead.
After that, the death of the son of Madhaj Ma and the movement of the black man developed various versions after the village ‘ s tea.
One of the most widely disseminated versions.
Daqiang’s son was eaten by his pig!
Piggy-eaters, many of whom do not believe, prefer to believe that Daqiang did something wrong and provoked evil.
The year has been a tragic one for the family.
Pigs are still going to kill. It’s just that nobody talks about the King anymore. Grandpa’s still busy.
Killing a pig is a labour force, with a pig-killer and two helpers holding the pig, tied his legs and bled his neck. Shaving and chopping meat, coming down one day, more tired than growing a field.
In the middle of the 30th year, the winter flies snow.
Grandpa killed the last pig and passed through the door of Big John’s house. Darkness, seeing a man in the snow, not speaking, not speaking.
Look carefully, it’s Da Keung, he’s whispering.
Grandpa talked to him and pulled him into the house. Sitting at his house for a while to make him mourn. He knows how hard it is for him, how useless he is, to get up and go home.
Grandpa went out, and Daqiang said behind his back, “Dude Chen, my son is really eaten by my black man.” I’m sorry.
Grandpa was snoring and walking into the snow, he couldn’t look back on the horse.
Winter goes, Spring.
Last year’s pigs were killed, and many people at home started catching a new year’s seedling.
The door is always closed. No one’s ever seen Daqiang go out hunting again. His house was surrounded by bricks, with many tall weeds.
February, one day.
Another amazing news, spread in the village.
There’s a hunter in the south slope, and he’s got a dark one!
The man went up the mountain to hunt off the moo, met a pheasant, and when he wanted to catch it, slashed out a big black pig, huming and huming.
And he was afraid that he would meet a boar and wander down the hill.
After that, he thought, less like a boar, most likely, that’s what everyone said, “Ma’s family eats kids.”
The horse, who had not gone out for two months, took the earth to the mountains of the south slope and vowed to avenge his son.
One day, Grandpa went to Maga Keung’s house and asked about it.
The horse shakes his head and pulls out a swirl of black hair, and Grandpa brings it to him, and smells and pinchs it, and says, “It’s a pig’s hair. I’m sorry.
Ma noded his head and told Grandpa that there was nothing but that pig hair.
But he wasn’t discouraged, listened to Grandpa and became more determined to find the Black.
Grandpa said, “The pig’s nose is stronger than the dog’s nose, and the old black pig is not easy. He must know that you’re looking for it, smelling your scent from far away and avoiding you.” I’m sorry.
“It’s not easy, it’s an animal! I’m sorry.
Daqiang didn’t find Black. The villagers were upset.
In the minds of the older generations, some animals who have done anything unusual are no longer animals.
Civilians, who worship yellow skins as yellow fairies.
There are places, snake fairy, tiger fairy…
These fairies, in the end, or in mythology, have power. It’s only because of the fear of man that he has the name of a great fairy.
The fairies, the demons…
In any case, the unusual animals have gone beyond the cognitive level and have jumped out of three boundaries, with extraordinary powers of God or evil.
The old man said that he could not kill it, and that the village of Ma’am would be in great trouble.
Young people have long been frightened and afraid of pigs eating again, advocating for the search for black men to kill.
Then, there was another incident, which led to the claim of killing the black man and to no objection.
At that time, the rural population was poor and had a cold and fever, and often had no money to heal, leaving behind serious after-effects.
There was a fool in the village who had a fever and burned his head.
One day, he was covered in blood and taken back to the village.
Grandpa was working in the field, and he saw them, and he threw his hoe to help, and he looked like a fool.
In his mouth, he sprayed blood, on his right face, a few blood holes were bleeding, his right ear was missing and his face turned. Half of his face is murky.
Ears are gone because of a meat cut off from ear to cheek.
The right hand, three fingers, also brushed off, and Bison’s bones were exposed outside.
Idiot got hurt after someone asked him.
“What bit you? I’m sorry.
And the answer of the fool is that he keeps silent for a long time in the presence of a crowd.
“Black, black, big black pig! I’m sorry.
He screamed, and ran away.
Some say that it’s probably half-breed blind, somehow listening to old black legends and remembering them as black.
There was a great deal of talk, and the matter had not yet been settled.
Black himself in the vicinity of Mau Village!
There is another village on the upper edge of the village, where there is a special family of pig farmers, who breed a herd of pigs, cattle, and are kept in the mountains.
This man lives alone on a day-to-day basis, knows little about his village, and does not care about his family.
His pigs are fed as much as they are fed. On one occasion, he was fed, and the old black man strung into the herd, without looking at him or at the other pigs.
The old black arch flips a couple of pigs, grabs food.
A few white pigs surrounded them several times, and were flying at once by the old black roof, and two of their ears were cut off and thrown into the water.
The pigkeeper was so angry that he picked up the stone and ran away.
After that, the black man comes every day for food.
The pig breeder met the black man, but he saw the black man with more than 300 pounds, and preferred to own it.
It was just that, although he had never missed a pig in his whole life, he had never met a black man once and was so angry.
It’s hotter every day and the pigs are in heat.
Not only did the black man rob the pigs, he flew over the pigs, but he was lying on their backs to breed.
The pig-bearer ran away a few times, and every time he was driven away, he saw a black pig on the back of his mother’s back, and then he stopped.
Until there was a man in his village who came to see him.
The man came to wonder, “Where did he come from? I’m sorry.
And the pigkeeper looked up, “What do you eat? Eat man?
The man told me about the old black terror story, and when they looked at the old black, they were so hairy and so busy to inform Ma’s village.
A moment later, the villagers came.
A lot of brave men and women have little balls. They say it’s the pig who eats people.
My grandpa got the message, first to tell Daqiang. Grandfather, Daqiang Ma and a group of villagers took a headknife and flew to the mountains.
Far away, a black pig is seen in a bunch of white pigs.
Grandpa, look, it’s black.
Blacky’s got a big spot in those pigs, about 400 pounds.
It’s like a black bear on the ground.
It walks in front of the white pigs, and wherever it goes, the other pigs follow it, and it becomes the leader of the pigs.
He’s got a mudslide in his hand, he’s seen the black man, he’s got his arms up.
The pig breeder wouldn’t let it hurt his own pig.
Grandpa talked to the others, and seven or eight people surrounded the country, leaving only one exit to drive the country.
My grandfather stood far away and held the exit.
The black man suddenly saw so many people and was already alert, with the villagers crying out and waving their tools. There’s only one way to escape.
It runs like a wind. Into the forest, the shrubbery leaves fall, and the blink of an eye disappears.
“Catch! I’m sorry.
People drink.
Bang!
The deafening gunshots, the deranged body, the blood, almost fell.
Gotcha!
His grandfather was staring closely at the black man, and he saw him get shot in the stomach, and the old man used dirt for the horse, unlike the current one, the bullet was an iron bullet.
So close, it’s still very lethal.
The old black man was shot, but he did not fall, and stormed at his grandfather, who was guarding the exit, like a black cyclone. Slurpy mouth, vicious.
Grandpa had a knife in his hand. I didn’t know it was so bad.
He who kills pigs for many years is faced with a strong old man, and he is in his heart.
It’s like a train that’s out of control.
Grandpa tried to avoid it, took a step, was hit by the old black man, had his teeth hanging on his legs and was bleeding.
He flew out at once, lying on the ground.
It was only then that Grandpa could see that the old black man had a hard shell rolled in mud, like a bulletproof vest.
Ironball did hit it and bled it, but it was not fatal.
He ran out over 10 meters and suddenly turned around, stopped, staring at Grandpa on the ground and smiling.
Now look, maybe there was something else about this particular move by the Dark. Or Grandpa was hallucinating, but he’s pretty sure that the black man did laugh, like a man who ran fast and laughed at his opponent, and he remembers now.
Boo!
Black turned around and blinked deep in the woods.
The villagers cried out to save Grandpa.
Grandpa lamented, well, he felt wrong and gave up, so he was just wiped away by old black, otherwise he would either die or die.
After that, my grandfather didn’t know.
The only thing he knew was that a dozen people were chasing a pig that had been shot and the black man ran away.
It was fortunate that Grandpa had not broken his bones, and after that, a major incident took place in Ma’s village.
Black’s dead!
On that day, Ma Da-chang’s earthworms did not kill Black, pursued him to the South slopes, but kept him running and went home for two days without eating. However, there was too much movement on that day, and there was a lot of talk about the pig-eating, up there, and the militia came down to deal with it.
Daqiang, along with the militia and an old hunter, searched the southern slopes. Old hunters used to fight bears, tigers, hard work to find Black.
Ma Ta-chan borrowed the militia’s gun, shot Black himself and shot him in the gun.
After the black man fell, he went to look and realized that he had shot the black man in the stomach a few days earlier, but that the wounds were almost healed and the iron bullets were wrapped in the flesh.
The body of the black man is still on the hill, 300 and 400 pounds of pork, and the villagers of the horse are left alone.
They don’t dare eat pigs who have eaten them!
Grandpa told the story of the black man and suddenly pulled up his left leg, and I looked over, and on his calf there was a scar.
“This is what the black man left behind. He says:
## Star night on Shinagawa
Does the slaughterhouse animals know they’ll be killed? – Answer from Story Archives.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
