There is a stone platform next to the pigpen wall.
This platform is specially used for slaughtering pigs in the village.
The butcher put the tools on the side of the table, turned around and followed the captain to where the two pigs were.
The butcher looked at the two pigs in the pigsty, his left eyebrow slightly raised.
"The pigs are doing really well this year. I estimate these two pigs weigh around 140 to 150 kilograms each."
"These two pigs weigh nearly 300 kilograms in total."
"It looks like we can all have a prosperous new year this year!"
The butcher nodded with satisfaction.
The team leader standing next to the butcher also looked pleased.
"Yes, this year's pigs are stronger than in previous years and have been rated as first-class pigs."
The captain's tone was a little proud and a little proud.
It was as if these pigs were raised by him personally.
But I can understand it.
After all, in this era, people can't even get enough to eat, let alone pigs.
Most of the grain produced by the production team every year must be handed over to the state.
The remaining food was very scarce when it was distributed among the members.
Not to mention feeding it to pigs.
The only things pigs can eat are rice bran (rice husks) and wild vegetables.
And how much meat can a pig that "eats bran and vegetables" grow?
In previous years, if the pigs raised by their team could reach a little over 130 kilograms, it was considered the best.
I didn't expect that this year the pig would be handed over to the educated youth Xiao Mu.
Each pig actually gained more than ten pounds of meat.
The captain couldn't suppress the smile on his face.
He waved his hand and spoke in a high-pitched voice.
: "Two people come to help catch the pig."
After he finished speaking, he pushed open the wooden door of the pigsty and walked in first.
The butcher also followed the captain into the pigsty.
Following him were two tall and strong young men.
The two pigs in the pigsty seemed to sense the danger.
When they saw a few people coming in, they retreated desperately.
In the end, there was no way to retreat, so he had to shrink into the corner, feeling wronged and afraid.
There was a constant "grunt, grunt" sound coming from his mouth.
It seems to be asking questions...
It seemed as if he was begging for mercy from them...
What a pity...
The people across from them were completely indifferent... unmoved...
He even let out bursts of 'cold-blooded' laughter.
Then approach them step by step.
The team leader and the butcher had just approached the two pigs.
The two pigs started to run away desperately as if they were crazy.
However, space in pig houses is very limited.
After a while, the four of them worked together to catch one of the pigs.
The team leader and the butcher grabbed the pig's front legs, and the two villagers grabbed the pig's hind legs.
Four people lifted the pig, one leg at a time, and carried it to the platform in the yard.
As soon as the captain and his men left the pigsty,
The villagers watching outside closed the wooden door of the pigsty.
Then they rushed to the pig-slaughtering platform to help.
Someone help steady the pig's head...
Someone help hold down the pig's upper body...
Someone also helped hold down the pig's lower body...
Someone else took over the butcher's position of holding the front legs.
Originally, two or three people were enough to kill a pig.
But everyone is very enthusiastic about helping and wanting to get involved.
The butcher can’t refuse, right?
What's more, he was happy to take it easy.
The butcher, with his hands free, pinched the pig's mouth with his left hand.
In his right hand he held a butcher knife that was eight or nine inches long.
It stabbed into the pig's neck in one go.
Good guy...
That force...even the knife handle was halfway penetrated.
The fat pig weighing over 140 kilograms let out a shrill scream...
He screamed in pain, "Ah ...
The limbs struggled desperately...
Want to break free from the shackles of fate...
The butcher shouted, "Hurry up and get ready."
Someone immediately came up next to him with a wooden basin and placed it under the table, near the pig's neck.
The butcher pulled out his butcher knife.
Suddenly,
A stream of warm blood gushed out, making a gurgling sound.
It was as if there were bunches of burning flames dancing on the pig's neck.
It fell squarely on the wooden basin.
Not long after,
It filled up half a basin.
As time goes by…
The loss of blood...
The pig's cry gradually became weaker.
The big fat pig grunted a few times and then stopped moving.
But the blood could still be seen gushing out from the wound.
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