"Oh, oh ......" pig squeals, chicken squeals, ducks, sound, sound, people in the Spring Festival for the busy non-stop, kill the pig, kill sheep and slaughter chickens and ducks, so that Grandma's home this village side so lively. The most unforgettable thing for me was the place where the pigs were killed, there was a house specially designed for killing pigs. The house was small and simple, and the windows were made of wooden squares, similar to the place where the pigs were killed in the movie "Springtime for the Pigs". I couldn't help but marvel at the "beauty" of the place. "Oh, oh, oh ......" another sound of pig squealing. I listened carefully, is the direction of Grandma's house came, I hurriedly ran back to see a clear.
"Yay, Grandma's house is going to kill a pig!" I ran back to verify, can not help but cheer. What is it like to be a pig at Grandma's house? The screams in the pig house seemed to beat a drum in my heart. After a few moments, Grandma and Grandpa came out with the pig on their shoulders. The big white pig was tied up as a big brine pig, but still struggling to resist, eyes covered with blood, a line of blood intertwined into a red spider's web, as if it knew that it was going to face the biggest disaster of the pig's life - death. Its body was trembling, as if it was dancing in Xinjiang. But don't think it's funny, because the pig's biggest crisis is at this moment, and if you laugh, then you're a heartless and unintentional guy. Yes, it's people's fault that Piggy is dying now.
Grandma and Grandpa put the pig on the labor truck, and Grandpa pulled the truck to the place where I said the pig was killed, and my sister and I followed him, watching the pig's movement and its poor appearance. When we arrived at the destination, we saw the pigs "lined up", some of them were squatting in the tricycle and their bodies were shaking, and because of their nervousness, their intestines were open, so they shit all over the tricycle. Some pigs also lie in the labor car, but that's just black ......
The killers of the pig with a knife cut down hard, the pig's throat cut, blood one by one to their pre-prepared to bleed the barrel, and this time, the pig struggled more amplitude, the voice wants to make efforts to put out, but bleeding too much, shouting out just straight through the Gasps. After the pig "calm", the pig will be thrown into the boiling hot water, instantly, the pig deflated, the pig killer took the opportunity to cut the pig's hair with a knife, and with a hook to pull his nails all the way out, the scene was horrible to see. After washing the pig, the pig killer picked it up and cut off its head, cut open its stomach and dug out its innards, talking about whether the pig was fat or thin. I don't know how many hogs he's killed, looking at his fluent movements. I can't tell you what it's like to watch the owner of a pig smile and laugh.
The first time I saw this, I was able to see the pig's face, and I was able to see his face, and I was able to see his face!
2. Description of the killing of pigs
Because it is winter, the countryside has the habit of killing pigs, Dezi said specifically waiting for me to come to kill the pig, to show that my arrival welcome.
On the second day, he began to busy himself with the killing of the pig. This pig is not the pig on the gambling game.
It is the pig that eats meat. First thing in the morning Dezi began to busy.
The knife, the basin to catch the blood. The boiling water is ready for the hair of the leg.
I don't see how I can help.
I can't help but look at the big fat pig in the pigsty.
Wow, at least more than 200 pounds, probably to kill the reason, but also did not give him something to eat. Still grunting and arching for something to eat.
Everything is busy, the two eldest workers into the pig pen to the pig to a hoof tied up. They dragged the pig into the yard.
In the yard, there was a place with bricks and a door on top. It was here that the pig was to be pressed to slaughter.
Due to lack of manpower. I also joined the war.
I helped drag the hind legs of the pig. Dezi's dad was also in charge of one back.
The two eldest workers were responsible for the front legs. Dezi is in charge of pressing the head of the pig and making the knife.
Dezi's daughter-in-law took a basin to catch the blood. The pot also has some chopped green onions thrown into it in advance.
After the division of labor was completed. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Of course, the pig refused to give in. It's not a good idea.
But it couldn't stand up to the five of us. Finally, he was dragged to the door and held there.
Dezi shouted to his daughter-in-law to hand him the knife. He pressed his knees against the pig's head.
One hand tugged on the pig's ear. One hand slapped the pig's throat.
I think he was looking for a place to cut the knife.
He put the knife in his mouth. The mouth of the pig cursed vaguely.
Because the pig was struggling, it was always moving. He couldn't find a place for the knife.
Originally, I heard in the morning that his father should be the one to move the knife. But Dezi had to take the job.
De Zi's father is still saying, "Xiao De ah. I'm not going to be able to do it, but I'm going to have to do it." Dezi blanked his dad, took the knife from his mouth in his hand and said, "Who says I can't? Daughter-in-law.
Are you ready?" His daughter-in-law was on the side, as soon as she heard him ask this. The first thing I did was to put the basin under the pig's neck and hold it in my hand.
Dezi is about to go under the knife. Dezi seems to have found the location of the large blood vessels, and after touching and feeling with his hand, he stabbed down.
The pig wailed. Desperately struggling.
The hooves stomped violently. And we held on desperately.
But Dezi's knife went down without bleeding. And when I say bleeding, I mean blood spurting.
Like a runny nose, it flowed out so little.
You didn't stab the right place?" De Zi guessed that he thought so too. So he pulled the knife out.
Stabbed again. The pig hurt.
It struggled even more. But it still didn't seem to hit a blood vessel.
Dezi was in a hurry. The knife was returned slightly.
Stabbed it again a little to the side of that spot. But there was still no blood flowing.
Dezi's daughter-in-law is always there with the basin. A little impatient, said Dezi: "You in the end will not kill? I told you not to show off."
This way tossed almost 5 minutes.
This is the first time I've ever seen a pig's leg in the air, and I'm not sure if I've ever seen one before.
Later, as the pig struggled, it was almost impossible to hold it. The pig's legs were not as strong as they should have been, but the pig was struggling and it was getting too hard to hold.
Another angle to stab down. His father got anxious and yelled at Dezi, "Stab it down, stab it down."
Later at dinner, it turned out that Dezi could not kill.
Later, at dinner, it turned out that Dezi didn't know how to kill a pig. After killing a pig, the knife should be stabbed down the pig's throat, like the heart.
But Dezi is straight down the knife. The first thing you need to do is to get the money to pay for it.
As if he knew that his first few stabs were wrong.
This is the right knife. As Dezi's knife moved back and forth, pig's blood flowed out.
Dezi's daughter-in-law hurriedly put her heart in a basin to catch the blood. The pig was still struggling for its life.
Dezi pulled out the knife.
He sent the knife back in along with the position he had just stabbed in. The knife was not only a good choice, but it was also a good choice for the first time in the world.
I was really tired and exhausted.
I was exhausted, but I was gritting my teeth.
When Dezi made the last cut, the pig was incontinent.
When Dezi made the final cut, the pig was incontinent.
The pig's feces splashed out.
The pig's feces splattered out, and I was there at the pig's ***.
I subconsciously avoided the splash out of the pig's feces. The pig suddenly stomped its hind hooves at that moment.
I was directly loosened by the pig's stomp. The pig was stared at by a foot and sat down on the ground.
Dezi's father saw that I let go, and hurriedly released a hand to press my loose back hoof. The hoof was stomping desperately, where he could not catch it.
Originally, two hands held a hoof is still hard, but now it became one hand. It was also broken free by the pig.
The pig's hind hooves broke free. The strength of the pig's hind hooves is much greater.
The person who put the front leg saw that the back leg was loose. He also wanted to break up and come over to help.
But this time it was already impossible to press. The pig climbed up with a bone.
This process may not even 2 seconds. It was simply too much for Dezi and his daughter-in-law to react.
But Dezi saw that he could not hold it any longer.
He wanted to use his own strength to hold the pig down.
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it.
Anyway, the pig climbed up.
It was a direct result of this. The first time I saw it, it was a little too much blood.
All of them are scattered all over the place. The daughter-in-law of Dezi also sat down on the ground.
The pig climbed up and ran away. Dezi was still tugging on its ear.
But it just won't let go. He took a few steps back with his hand on the pig's ear.
Because he was tugging hard on the pig's ear towards himself. The pig was also tugged by him to change direction, directly to the dezi run.
In one fell swoop, the pig fell to the ground. The first time I saw it, the pig fell to the ground.
De Zi was arched by the pig directly lying on his back.
The pig's blood was all over his body.
The pig squealed. It also had a knife in its neck.
It ran all over the yard. I was already sitting on the ground laughing my ass off.
Dezi climbed up and went after the pig. When he caught up with it, he didn't know where to start.
And the pig ran in a parallel position. His hand was on the pig's back, but there was no place to grab it.
Trying to grab the pig's ear. But the pig still knows how to hide from Dezi.
See Dezi running.
The pig is still running away from Dezi.
Dezi scratched at the pig. He tried to grab the hair.
But the hair was too sparse. Since this yard is gated, the pig can't get out.
But the yard is a big place, about 300 square meters. The pig just ran around the yard.
Dezi was chasing it.
I'm laughing even more, I can't get up.
This is the first time I've ever seen a man with the same name.
3. Description of the killing of pigsBecause it is winter, the countryside has the habit of killing pigs, Dezi said specifically waiting for me to come and then kill the pig, to show my arrival welcome.
On the second day, he began to busy himself with the killing of the pig. This pig is not the pig on the gambling game.
It is the pig that eats meat. First thing in the morning Dezi began to busy.
The knife, the basin to catch the blood. The boiling water is ready for the hair of the leg.
I don't see how I can help.
I can't help but look at the big fat pig in the pigsty.
Wow, at least more than 200 pounds, probably to kill the reason, but also did not give him something to eat. Still grunting and arching for something to eat.
Everything is busy, the two long workers into the pig pen to the pig to a hoof tied up. They dragged the pig into the yard.
In the yard, there was a place with bricks and a door on top. It was here that the pig was to be pressed to slaughter.
Due to lack of manpower. I also joined the war.
I helped drag the hind legs of the pig. Dezi's dad was also in charge of one back.
The two eldest workers were responsible for the front legs. Dezi is in charge of pressing the head of the pig and making the knife.
Dezi's daughter-in-law took a basin to catch the blood. The pot also has some chopped green onions thrown into it in advance.
After the division of labor was completed. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Of course, the pig refused to give in. It's not a good idea.
But it couldn't stand up to the five of us. Finally, he was dragged to the door and held there.
Dezi shouted to his daughter-in-law to hand him the knife. He pressed his knees against the pig's head.
One hand tugged on the pig's ear. One hand slapped the pig's throat.
I think he was looking for a place to cut the knife.
He put the knife in his mouth. The mouth of the pig cursed vaguely.
Because the pig was struggling, it was always moving. He couldn't find a place for the knife.
Originally, I heard in the morning that his father should be the one to move the knife. But Dezi had to take the job.
De Zi's father is still saying, "Xiao De ah. I'm not going to be able to do it, but I'm going to have to do it." Dezi blanked his dad, took the knife from his mouth in his hand and said, "Who says I can't? Daughter-in-law.
Are you ready?" His daughter-in-law was on the side, as soon as she heard him ask this. The first thing I did was to put the basin under the pig's neck and hold it in my hand.
Dezi is about to go under the knife. Dezi seems to have found the location of the large blood vessels, and after touching and feeling with his hand, he stabbed down.
The pig wailed. Desperately struggling.
The hooves stomped violently. And we held on desperately.
But Dezi's knife went down without bleeding. And when I say bleeding, I mean blood spurting wildly.
Like a runny nose, it flowed out so little.
You didn't stab the right place?" De Zi guessed that he thought so too. So he pulled the knife out.
Stabbed again. The pig hurt.
It struggled even more. But it still didn't seem to hit a blood vessel.
Dezi was in a hurry. The knife was returned slightly.
Stabbed it again a little to the side of that spot. But there was still no blood flowing.
Dezi's daughter-in-law is always there with the basin. A little impatient, said Dezi: "You in the end will not kill? I told you not to show off."
This way tossed almost 5 minutes.
This is the first time I've ever seen a pig's leg in the air, and I'm not sure if I've ever seen one.
Later, as the pig struggled, it was almost impossible to hold it. The pig was struggling, and Dezi seemed to be getting annoyed.
Another angle to stab down. His father got anxious and yelled at Dezi, "Stab it down, stab it down."
Later at dinner, it turned out that Dezi could not kill.
Later, at dinner, it turned out that Dezi didn't know how to kill a pig. After killing a pig, the knife should be stabbed down the pig's throat, like the heart.
But Dezi is straight down the knife. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the color of the skin and the texture of the skin.
As if he knew that his first few stabs were wrong.
This is the right knife. As Dezi's knife moved back and forth, pig's blood flowed out.
Dezi's daughter-in-law hurriedly put her heart in a basin to catch the blood. The pig was still struggling for its life.
Dezi pulled out the knife.
He sent the knife back in along with the position he had just stabbed in. The knife was also stabbed in there from left to right.
I was really tired and exhausted.
I was exhausted, but I was gritting my teeth.
When Dezi made the last cut, the pig was incontinent.
When Dezi made the last cut, the pig was incontinent.
The pig's feces splashed out.
The pig's feces splattered out, and I was there at the pig's ***.
I subconsciously avoided the splash out of the pig's feces. The pig suddenly stomped its hind hooves at that moment.
I was directly loosened by the pig's stomp. The pig was stared at by a foot and sat down on the ground.
Dezi's father saw that I let go, and hurriedly released a hand to press my loose back hoof. That hoof is desperately stomping, where he can grasp ah.
Originally, two hands held a hoof is still hard, but now it became a hand hold. It was also broken free by the pig.
The pig's hind hooves broke free. The strength of the pig is much greater.
The person who put the front leg saw that the back leg was loose. He also wanted to break up and come over to help.
But this time it was already impossible to press. The pig climbed up with a bone.
This process may not even 2 seconds. It was simply too much for Dezi and his daughter-in-law to react.
But Dezi saw that he could not hold it any longer.
He wanted to use his own strength to hold the pig down.
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it.
Anyway, the pig climbed up.
It was a direct result of this. The first time I saw it, it was a little too much blood.
All of them are scattered all over the place. The daughter-in-law of Dezi also sat down on the ground.
The pig climbed up and ran away. Dezi was still tugging on its ear.
But it just won't let go. He took a few steps back with his hand on the pig's ear.
Because he was tugging hard on the pig's ear towards himself. The pig was also tugged by him to change direction, directly to the dezi run.
In one fell swoop, the pig fell to the ground. The first time I saw it, the pig fell to the ground.
De Zi was arched by the pig directly lying on his back.
The pig was so powerful that it was able to make a huge difference in the lives of people.
The pig squealed. It also had a knife in its neck.
It ran all over the yard. I was already sitting on the ground laughing my ass off.
Dezi climbed up and went after the pig. When he caught up with it, he didn't know where to start.
And the pig ran in a parallel position. His hand was on the pig's back, but there was no place to grab it.
Trying to grab the pig's ear. But the pig still knows how to hide from Dezi.
See Dezi running.
The pig is still running away from Dezi.
Dezi scratched at the pig. He tried to grab the hair.
But the hair was too sparse. Since this yard is gated, the pig can't get out.
But the yard is a big place, about 300 square meters. The pig just ran around the yard.
Dezi was chasing it.
I'm laughing even more, I can't get up.
4. about the killing of the weekly 350 words elementary schoolThis morning, the eldest uncle's family to raise the pig killed, that more than two hundred pounds of weight of the old sow in the sharp butcher knife under the heroic sacrifice.
Uncle asked two master pig killers to help, those two big and thick, and they stood together, I feel weak.
First of all, prepare an oval wooden basin, which poured boiling water, still smoking hot. The pig killer went to the pig pen to catch the pig, the old sow seemed to foresee the end of the day, running around in the pig pen. After all, the pig could not defeat the man, and the sow was caught and tied up. Sow heartbreaking howl, kill the pig man completely ignored, pick up the knife to the pig neck stab, the pig closed his eyes, blood flowed a basin. The two killers counted to "three", a luck, the pig thrown into the basin, let the boiling water scalding hair. I thought: the pig is too poor.
Scalded for a moment, the pig killer took out a rolled blade of the knife to scrape the pig's hair. Once he scraped, the hair on the pig fell to the ground like autumn leaves. I was very distressed and hated the pig killer. The pig's hair was almost clean, revealing the white fat meat. Kill the pig man to clean the pig again, dry water, the pig hanging on a ladder, intends to open the belly.
Kill the pig man again picked up the butcher knife, with a dry rag to wipe a few times, walked to the pig in front of the knife in the belly of the vertical cut, the pig stomach cracked a big mouth. He pulled out the heart, liver and lungs one by one and put them into a bamboo basket; then he chopped off the pig's four legs and hooves, and then the pig's tail. The most horrible thing was that the pig's head also went bye-bye with the body. Seeing the living old sow was five horse carcass, I especially sympathize with it.
Now the meat on the pig is cut off in one piece, and before long, it will fall into the population. When I thought of this, and then looked at the basin of congealed pig's blood, my heart was half cold.
The old sow died really wrong, do people raise poultry and livestock, just to kill them to satisfy their desire to eat? Animals also have life, freedom and feelings, if that's the case, human beings are too selfish!
5. winter vacation fun essay. First year's,Funny story about killing a pigA happy and short winter vacation quietly slipped away from us, we ushered in a new semester, the funny things that happened in the winter vacation is like the stars in the sky, countless, is my heart can not be erased a piece of the past. Every star shines brightly, and every past event is engraved in my heart.
During the winter vacation, my father and I took a plane to go out for a trip, and a very funny thing happened on the plane, and I can't help but laugh when I think about it.
The plane just took off in less than half an hour, the stewardess began to busy, just to give passengers a drink, followed by hot towels, and then began to serve dinner.
Because of the long distance and long flight time, after dinner, many passengers took off their shoes, covered with blankets, closed their eyes and slept. I was on my first airplane, and I was so fresh that I didn't feel like sleeping at all, and I looked out the window from time to time.
Dad woke up to go to the toilet, back when, can I laugh dead. It turned out that the plane bumps, passengers took off the shoes placed under the chair in the wrong place, Dad woke up in a daze, left foot wearing their own black shoes, right foot wearing someone else's blue shoes, they were completely unaware of, a *** sit in the chair, and slept. I forced to hold back laughter, said to Dad: "Dad, look at your shoes!" Dad opened his eyes and looked, but also could not help but laugh.
The two of us looked back and forth for half a day, but did not find the shoe. The shoes can still fly? I was wondering, sitting in the front row of the father of a female foreigners from the opposite side of the toilet came out, I took a look, intestines are about to be happy broken. She was wearing a blue shoe on her left foot and a black shoe on her right. My dad asked me what I was laughing at, and I wanted to tell him, but I wanted to see how the show would end, so I said to him, "Nothing, nothing, go back to sleep."
After such a toss, Dad has long lost sleep, shoes can not be found, so open the seat above the spotlight, read a book. I covered my mouth, quietly watching the front row of the foreigner's every move.
After a while, the foreigner's foot wearing a shoe, hand holding a shoe, bent down, began to touch here and there, touch, when my father was concentrating on reading his book, suddenly caught a foot, the foreigner's mouth also kept shouting: "My shoe! My shoe! When he came to his senses, he laughed along with the people around him.
Laughing the most joyful, the most striking is a two-meter-high bearded foreigner, he stood there with a big belly, laughing back and forth, and suddenly just listen to the click, he tied the belt of the pants to the laughter broken.
6. Essay on the pig(love pig said)
The pig in the twelve zodiac signs ranked twelfth, is the embodiment of loyalty and honesty. People say that people who belong to the pig have the spirit of God, however, people's evaluation of the pig is mixed, often dissatisfied with someone and the "pig" associated with the dictionary really have like "pigs and dogs are worse than" and other such pejorative words it. The pig may be too honest, honest to stupid, every day only know how to eat, eat and sleep, sleep and eat, wait until the fat head and ears meat fat skin thick, it stretched out the head to let people slaughtered, it is the task of a lifetime is also completed.
Is the pig really stupid? In fact, not, the pig is also smart, Aesop's fables are not three cute and clever little pig? In the Journey to the West, there is not a good brain of the pig eight quit? One of my relatives is a pig breeder, he said that pigs will squeal when they are hungry, and also three or four heads side by side to arch through the iron fence to escape from the circle. Sows take good care of their piglets. And pigs are not picky eaters, cats eat fish, dogs gnaw bones, pigs, leftovers gourd algae it all eat. This does not mean that the pig will be hard and simple to live?
The pig, loyal and honest, the pig, hard and simple, kill the pig, the pig will shed tears, will bite the tongue, it can be seen, the pig is also emotional. Pigs are good friends of human beings, so we should not use pigs to make fun of others.
7. Poems describing the killing of pigs and goatsWill enter the wine Era: Tang Author: Li Bai Genre: Lefu You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming from the sky, running to the sea and never coming back.
Don't you see the sad gray hair in the mirror, like green silk in the morning and snow in the evening. The most important thing to remember is that you have to be happy with your life, so don't let your bottle be empty.
The natural talent is very useful, a thousand gold is scattered again and again.
The world's most important thing is to have a good time, and to be able to do that.
Cen Fu Zi, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, you do not stop. I want to sing a song with you, and I want you to listen to it for me.
The bells and drums are not precious enough, but I wish to be drunk for a long time and not want to wake up. All the sages of the past were lonely, but only the drinkers kept their names.
In the past, when King Chen feasted on Pingle, he drank 10,000 cups of wine and made merry. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and the second time I was in the middle of the night, I was in the middle of the night.
The five horses, the thousand furs, and the wine that I call my son will be replaced by the wine, so that I can share the sorrows of the ages.
This is the first time I've ever seen a man with a horse and a fur.