One day in early July this year, my friend Yingcheng asked me out to dinner. After a few drinks, he sighed and said, “It is so hard to live.”
“Say my uncle that one, a two generation three butcher carpenter, life is not very good, speak out all let a person afflict…”
The article is a self – report.
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My hometown is a small mountain village more than 50 miles away from the county town. My father has 4 brothers and sisters, and my uncle Dao Rong is the third child.
In the past, the craftsmen in the countryside were no more than carpenters, masons, butchers, shavers and so on. In any case, those who did this kind of work could “eat what is hot and take what is fresh”. Uncle rely on their own a good strength, at the age of 18 decided to learn to kill pigs.
Killing a pig is really a good job. In the past, the rural people only rely on a three-acre plot of ground, there is no real money to earn, only rely on the beginning of the spring, on a few nests of chickens and ducks raised, expect chickens and ducks buttocks to lay a few eggs for small money, or go to the market with a pig baby back, from the year to feed to the end of the year, at the end of the year, invited the butcher to kill the pig.
The village of my hometown (credit: author)
As the saying goes, “He who taught his apprentice starved his master”, craftsmen in the past were very conservative and selfish, and were not happy to take apprentices. Such was the case with a very famous master Xie in my hometown.
In order to worship him as a teacher, my uncle would get up very early every day and walk more than ten miles up the mountain to Master Xie’s house. He would first fill up the water tank and then cut a load of firewood up the mountain. The yard was neatly under the eaves, even on the first day of the Lunar New Year. It took one year for Master Xie to be moved by his uncle’s sincerity and formally accept him as a disciple.
Three years later, at the age of 21, he set up a new house and became a butcher.
At the end of 1947, my uncle went to a family to kill a pig, and his employer asked him if he had booked a match. Knowing that there was no match, the employer said bluntly: “My daughter Hong Fu is not in love with the family, if you don’t mind, let your family ask the matchmaker to propose marriage in January.”
My uncle saw Red when he was shedding his hair for the pig. She was quick and nimble, honest and honest. She looked like a person who could live. So, in the first lunar month, my uncle asked a matchmaker to bring half a fan of pork and 10 jin of white wine.
This made sense, and in May 1948, Red V became my aunt.
After two years, his aunt had not been able to get pregnant, rural people believe in what you eat, uncle began to eat a lot of pig testicles.
In the past rural people raise pigs, such as raise to 30 days, 15 pounds or so, both male and female should be castrated, in case of estrus, to facilitate captive breeding. In the 1950s and 1960s, for 20 cents a hog, the equivalent of a day’s labor in a production line, it was not cheap.
My uncle’s castration technique is also very handy. He told his master to lift the pig’s hind legs and hang him upside down on the back of his chair. Then he put his hand on the pig’s belly, took hold of one of his testicles, cut open the scrotal skin with a lancet, took out the testicles and threw them into the charcoal fire in the hearth. After that, put a little spit on the pig’s wound and a pinch of grass ash on it to stop the bleeding and reduce the inflammation.
Pork testicles roasted by charcoal fire, smell sweet, chew up powder powder, is widely spread to replenish semen aphrodisiac food. Uncle can eat three or four years, aunt’s stomach is still no movement.
My uncle gradually changed his temper. Every time he came home after drinking, he would scold or beat his aunt. Gradually, there came a lot of gossip from all the neighbors, saying that his uncle had killed too many animals and that God had punished him, which made him break off his incense.
Ten years after her marriage, aunt finally gave birth to her first child, a son. Uncle can’t help it, according to the genealogy, the son is “ying” word generation, so he named him Yingxi.
In December 1964, my uncle went to a small village called Hengshanchong to help kill New Year pigs. Finished after owner please to have a meal, a few drinks, club opening uncle please do me a favor — owner said, oneself for had four daughters, don’t have to come over, intends to send newborn this people, and then to gamble, and see if I can gave birth to a son: “brothers, you walk everyday township village, contact person, help me to inquire, want a young female wretched?”
Uncle a thought, as he put the girl over, that is to add a pair of chopsticks, but also when the future daughter-in-law raised. When they come of age, they can get married and save a lot of bride price.
Uncle gave his idea to the master said, the master shouted: “Girl to you I rest assured, hungry not to say, usually can touch some oil fishy.”
So, uncle quickly put the girl back home, named hawthorn, became my “cousin”, Two years older than me. In 1971, his aunt and uncle had a son named Yingle. The family prospered, the business prospered, and then there seemed to be “happy” days.
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In the summer when Yingle was 5 years old, he coughed continuously for many days and pointed to his chest and said, “It’s so painful and stuffy here.” His uncle and aunt thought that his little son just caught a cold, but they didn’t take it seriously. They made him drink a bowl of soup made of green onion and brown sugar according to the earthwork and let him sweat out the cold.
A week later, Yingle was not better, but more seriously ill. Without any strength in his body, he lay softly on the bed, panting as if he were pulling the bellows, and his little face was red with suppressed coldness. Uncle aunt this just feel wrong, hurriedly welcomed music sent to the county people’s hospital. The doctor said it was pleurisy that made her happy. If she delayed a few more days, her life would be lost.
Yingle’s illness took half a year to get better. After coming out from the hospital, the original welcome music is the longer the more ugly, even some strange, the village people are said to take medicine bad.
On the other side, although welcome happy and hawthorn live together under one eave, but kiss just not rise, two people often break for a little matter to scold, even fist and foot add up. Uncle did not care about this, “it is not the enemy do not get together, now enough quarrel, the future will not quarrel.”
Hawthorn is welcome future daughter-in-law this matter, we know from childhood. At that time, the children in the village used to laugh at them with the children’s songs of the elders: “The child foster daughter-in-law is pathetic and brought to her in-laws’ home as a child; Seven years old cooking clothes, eight years old spinning till dawn; Mosquito bite in June summer, get up early to carry water to chop wood; Snowflakes fly in the winter, shorts wear broken shoes…” Often hear, welcome joy is furious, caught heckling children is a beating, and hawthorn secretly wipe tears.
Yingxi from childhood reading into the book, was forced by his uncle to finish high school. Although the national college entrance examination was reinstated the year he graduated from high school, he did not have enough grades to get into college. Finally, he inherited his father’s business and learned to kill pigs. Can hawthorn as a child study result is very good, small rise at the beginning of still be admitted by a key middle school in county town. But her uncle would not let her go. Hawthorn was crying on the hill behind the house when my father met her.
When my father, a commune cadre, learned of this, he advised his uncle: “Hawthorn is willing to read, so you can let her read. If she is admitted to a university in the future, your family can count on her. If she doesn’t pass the exam, she will accept her fate and live in peace and contentment.”
“If I go to college, it won’t have anything to do with my family. Someone else’s family will take advantage of me — in that case, I might as well have had a pig. I’ve made up my mind about it, and no one’s going to persuade me.” “The uncle replied.
Uncle who do not listen to the advice, before long, hawthorn will drop out of school, slack farming on the housework, washing, cooking, feeding pigs, busy farm to help. She seldom talks with others, and does everything by herself quietly, just like a dog’s tail grass in the mountain, which suffers all the wind and rain.
By 1981, when hawthorn had just turned 18, her uncle was plotting to marry Yingxi. Ying Xi is not willing to say that he has no feelings with hawthorn. Uncle scold a way: “I also have no affection with your mother, a bed sleep a long time, affection natural have. Your mother and I have been fine for decades?”
The hawthorn also disagreed, “Dad, I am not old enough to get married. Can you give me another two years?”
“This has no matter, you first round house, marriage certificate to wait for two years to get again.”
Marriage or uncle make the decision, that year “51” get married, welcome happy and hawthorn had to accept the arrangement.
That year, I was in high school in town, there lived a classmate in hengshan, he later told me, in front of the “51” one night, he saw hawthorn carrying two jins of fruit and a bag of chicken cake, secretly went to the hengshan ten miles away, put the things in their own biological parents home – she probably would have out own life – and then stood at the door said: “dad, mom, why did you want to put my birth? I was born, rather than throw into the pit drowned, why bother to push me into the pit of fire? Father and mother, this is the last time I will call you. Even if you die, don’t expect me to burn incense.” When he had finished, he walked away in the light of the moon.
I still remember before the wedding, one weekend When I went home to get a change of clothes, I saw hawthorn a person at the door cutting pig food, and teased her with a smile: “I used to call you sister hawthorn, later I should call you sister-in-law hawthorn.
The hawthorn also grinned, but it looked worse than crying, and she said, “You may as well call me by my name.”
In The following May, Yingxi and Hawthorn’s son, Xiao Zhong, were born.
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After graduating from primary school, Ying Le was no longer willing to continue to go to school, and grew up, also learned to kill pigs with his father. In 1988, uncle’s family two generations of three pig butcher, more and more famous, which kill New Year pig, will think of them first.
In the winter of 1990, my second brother was getting married. At the beginning of that year, my mother brought back two piglets and kept them carefully, thinking that she would kill the pigs and give the second brother a decent banquet.
Three days before the second brother got married, my mother also made a special trip to uncle’s home, asked: “Uncle (in the past rural women will call their relatives will be a lower generation), you are the elder, that day to wait for the dinner, meat and drink, two pigs let yingying joy two nephews to clean up.
When a family killed a pig, the neighbors would come to help. The day my family killed the pig, we all put the pig on a solid chopping board, the pig struggled desperately, gave a harsh cry. I saw Yingxi take a big wooden basin and put it under the pig’s neck. Then he grabbed the pig’s ear with one hand and let the pig bare its neck. With the other hand, he took the lancet from his mouth and gave the pig a sharp jab on its neck. With a dull shriek, the pigs twitched all over, and blood gushed forth, some clinging to the hands of the welcome and landing on the feet of those who pressed their legs nearby. Yingxi pulled the knife from the pig’s neck and pressed it down with his hand. The pig’s blood gushed straight into the basin — a delicious dish, too.
The second on the left was shot 7 years ago (courtesy photo of the author)
After the two brothers killed a pig, the water in the pot was boiling. They moved the pig from the cutting board to a waist basin filled with hot water. Yingxi Yingle took out a tile – like hair scraper and began to scrape the pig’s hair with hot water. The shaved pigskin is white and smooth, and then it is carried back to the chopping board to cut its belly, cut off its five viscera and six lungs and so on, and then half of the pork is hung on the wooden frame with iron hooks for more fragmenting.
Clean working meet greet joy, I saw uncle had been standing nearby, with hands, narrowed his eyes, watching two sons hand up sword fell, look in the troop, the s, according to the weight of the pigs, a butcher to kill a pig, not only can take 50 to 80 pieces of money, also can get a pair of intestines, cardiopulmonary and other offal as a reward, is really an enviable craft.
Two years later, in the first month of 1992, I suddenly heard that my uncle did not kill pigs.
One month before, a 90-year-old man died in a neighboring village. The family thought that the old man’s longevity was also a blessing and a loss, so they wanted to kill their pig, which had been raised for two years and weighed a full 600 jin, to hold a banquet. Uncle was invited to kill the pig, a knife down, blood put all, the pig soft collapse collapsed on the chopping board. Unexpectedly, and so on the water when the hair, the pig suddenly from the hot water “teng” to stand up, directly hit the uncle out of 3 meters away.
After his uncle returned, he lay in bed for three days. When he was able to go to the ground, he was weak and could hardly breathe. When he heard the cry of pigs, he was in a panic. The villagers gossiped again, saying that “if a butcher cannot kill a pig with one knife, he will have bad luck”.
Not out of the fate of the butcher craftsman
At that time, I was doing technical promotion in the town farm machinery station. After hearing the news, I bought some fruits and went to visit my uncle. My uncle said to me that it was the first time in his life that he was afraid. “Yingcheng, you have read a lot. Tell me, if you kill too many animals, will it be a punishment to you? I am the one who is mostly buried by yellow mud, it doesn’t matter, I just worry about welcoming joy, welcoming music…”
I reassured him, “Uncle, how can you, who is not afraid of anything, become superstitious? Don’t listen to those rumors.”
After that, my uncle was very ill, and he finally decided not to kill any more pigs.
Pig killing Tool (author’s photo)
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Then in the future, bad luck seems to really find his uncle’s family.
My house is close to yingxi’s house and Yingle’s house. Anyone who has a chicken flying and a dog jumping can hear it clearly. Yingxi and hawthorn couple’s life was really boring, not for a trivial quarrel, is ten days and half a month do not answer each other.
Husband and wife emotional life can not be satisfied, ying Xi is considering to seek compensation outside. He often stayed out all night, and his reputation for philandering soon spread all over the village. But it seems that hawthorn also do not care, put all the thoughts on his son xiaozhong body.
One day, When I was at work, a neighbor came to tell me that Yingxi had been beaten in the town. He told me to go and have a look. When I got there, a middle-aged man was punching and kicking yingxi. It turned out that Yingxi had hooked up with the man’s wife six months ago. One day, yingxi took the woman to a restaurant in the town for dinner and was met by her husband. The town police station came to a policeman, took them back to ask the words, and let them out, said this kind of thing police station also can not control.
Yingxi’s forehead was broken. I took him to the town health center to bind up the wound and advised him to take it easy and live with the hawthorn. Yingxi said: “You don’t say, there are things you don’t understand.” One day in the early autumn of 1992, hawthorn went to pick some vegetables in a field not far away. When he came home, he found a basket with a pig’s waist lying in the doorway. Hawthorn immediately understood that this must be the abandoned baby. When I opened the swaddle, I found it was a girl, 3 months old at most.
Hawthorn think of his life experience, decided to adopt this poor child, named Jun Yan.
Xiaozhong likes this sister who falls from the sky very much, come home from school every day, the first thing is to accompany Jun Yan to play, try every means to make her happy. Jun Yan is also very clever love to laugh, although there is no milk to drink, eat porridge soup and rice paste at most every day, but also not noisy. Looking at the two children, hawthorn’s face occasionally flashes a smile. For the adoption of children, Ying Xi did not say anything, when in a good mood will also tease jun Yan.
This is the life since welcome happy and hawthorn marry the most peaceful period of time, just also not long.
At that time, there was a family of three living at the entrance of the village. The man was helping to drive a big truck in the city. Although he worked hard, his income was good. The woman, whose name was Hongzhu, took care of her son at primary school at home. Red bamboo people are clean and friendly. Sometimes when I pass her door when I come home, she always asks me to sit down and have a cup of tea.
When Xiao Zhong was 12 years old and Jun Yan was 2 years old, she had a good time with Red bamboo. The fire could not be wrapped up in paper, and the story spread quickly. The man did not find the trouble to welcome happiness, also did not have a hard time with the red bamboo, after the custody of his son, with the red bamboo to do the divorce procedures. In the summer of 1995, welcome happy with hawthorn also divorced, small loyal with welcome happy, Jun Yan with hawthorn, a home from now on break off 2 come loose.
After divorce, hawthorn jun Yan entrusted aunt to take care of, oneself to work in Yiwu. For half a year, I felt that the salary in the factory was too low, so I transferred a second hand tricycle to other people in yiwu’s small commodity market. I went out early and came back late. Part of the hard-earned money was sent back to raise Xiaozhong and Junyan, and part of it was saved.
Everyone thought That Yingaxi and Hongzhu would get together, but the development of things unexpectedly: a year later, Hongzhu married a man in the town, the man opened a farm tools shop, business is not bad.
In the first lunar month of that year, when I invited my relatives to go home to welcome Joy after dinner, I asked the red bamboo why it would not live with him later. Yingxi told me that once she took their birthdays with her to ask Mr. Tiandi (a Taoist priest) for the gua. “Mr. Tiandi” said that Yingxi was weak and not good for his career or marriage, so She left him soon.
This was a great blow to Yingxi. From then on, he began to drink heavily, and his uncle drank with him every day. Once I went to see uncle, he also regretfully took me and said: “At the beginning, I really should not have let yingxi and hawthorn marry, should not let him learn…”
Six months later, in early 1996, he died.
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Due to the after-effects of childhood, yingle did not have a woman willing to marry him until he was 29. In the countryside, if he had not married at this age, no one would treat him as a normal person. The aunt was very fond of her little son, and did not want him to die without throwing a censer, so she often went to the villages near by, and asked people to find yingle a woman.
At that time, there was a woman named Wenhua who was 28 years old in the neighboring village of Jiaogeng. She got meningitis when she was a child. Except that her intelligence was the same as that of a teenager, everything was normal. Her parents were also very worried. They matched the gongs with the gongs and the drums with the drums. Together, they arranged the marriage that year.
In 2001, Yingle’s son, Weihong, was born. He was so happy that he bought a fat pig from a neighbor and slaughtered it for himself. He called eight or nine tables of friends and relatives and had a good drink.
Drying pork in the village (author’s photo)
The new century has come, the life of the villagers has also crossed the better, go out to work more, raising less pigs, killing the pig business gradually cold down, also only to the end of the year will receive a few orders. Wenhua’s family members are all very promising. Knowing that yingle couple has a hard time, they often help or find some temporary small business to do for Yingle, so that their life can be basically maintained. Yingxi also do not kill pigs, opened a dealership in the village, aunt to help look at the store, life is also stable. Xiao Zhong and Jun Yan are very easy to worry about, obedient and sensible, learning is good.
The year Wei Hong was born, Xiao Zhong failed the college entrance examination due to a few points difference. The family then discussed in the county to find him a job to do, earn some money later to get a wife. As it happens, I have a friend who runs home appliances and needs an air-conditioner installer, so I introduce Xiao Zhong to him.
Xiao Zhong was smart and diligent. After three months of learning from his master, he was able to work alone, earning around 1,500 yuan a month (our local average income at that time was only around 1,000 yuan). In addition to having a meal, little zhong spent almost nothing, the salary all put into the bank, to the end of the year, take out the savings, decorate the home once, give grandma sister bought a cotton-padded jacket.
In mid-May 2003, on xiaozhong’s 21st birthday, Yingxi went to town to see him and invited me to have a meal with him. On the way to the hotel, Yingxi always looks up at the houses on both sides of the street. When I ask him what he is looking at, Yingxi says with some pride: “I wonder how many of these air conditioners my son has on them.”
To the restaurant, food and wine on the table, small loyal to welcome xi toast: “Dad, you want to pay attention to the health later, drink less wine.”
Yingxi took a small sip and said to me with a smile: “This boy has taken care of his father.” Then, turn head to tell small faithful again: “you install air conditioning to climb every day low of, can want to pay attention to safety.” As I said this, I noticed that the circles under my eyes were a little red to welcome him — there were soft moments, too, for this bruising man.
Unexpectedly, welcome words but a word into a prophecy.
The next day at noon, I received a small boss from the phone: “you are fast to the north district 34, small zhong had an accident. I was not far away, quickly called a tricycle to catch up with the past, to the time small faithful is lying on the ground groaning pain, mouth, nostril gurgling out of the blood, I will be small faithful hug in the arms, with small faithful to the county people’s hospital.
On the way, xiao Zhong’s boss told me that xiao Zhong had just gone to install an air conditioner in a home on the fifth floor. When he was looking at the location, he pulled a four-square stool and stepped on it. When the legs slipped, the boy lost his balance and fell straight off the fifth floor terrace.
To the hospital, xiao Zhong has not, he said to me: “Uncle, I feel uncomfortable.” Say that finish, vomit a few mouthfuls of blood again, the person did not have.
Yingxi more than 4 o ‘clock in the afternoon arrived at the hospital, the person has been very trance, he asked me again and again: “yesterday is the birthday of small loyal, how today had an accident…
Hawthorn to the phone is also I made: “you can hurry up to come back a trip, little zhong had something to do. Regardless of the hawthorn’s urge to ask, I just said “you will know when you come back” immediately hung up the phone – I was afraid that I would cry again.
After 10 o ‘clock that evening, Hawthorn took a bus from Yiwu to the county for nearly five hours. At the gate of the hospital, I saw her from a distance, hurrying towards me and my tears began to flow uncontrollably. As soon as the hawthorn saw me, it understood everything. Its legs went soft and it fell to the ground.
After the funeral of xiaozhong, hawthorn went to Yiwu again, still riding a tricycle. She said she had many times on the road, see the front of the young man walking is the son of small loyalty, riding the car desperately forward. But when she got close, her son suddenly disappeared. She always hit the pole or the wall with the tricycle and fell to the ground together. Then she would sit on the road and shed tears silently.
Yingxi began to drink all day long again, during that time, whenever he heard that there was alcohol to drink, he would go there whenever. Yingle see the heart is sad, he accompanied him to drink. The two brothers seldom spoke, and often drank for a whole day.
Small loyal “sanqi” that day, I went back to my hometown. in the evening at the intersection of burning small loyal objects, afraid of flaring, specially poured gasoline on the object. Yingxi looked at the firelight and suddenly turned to me and asked, “If I hadn’t killed anything, would xiao Zhong be safe? There’s retribution, isn’t there?”
This question, that year uncle also asked me, but I really can’t answer him.
Welcome happy all day drink a muddlehead, agency store and Jun Yan only rely on the aunt of more than 80 years old to do and take care of. I joked to my aunt, “You’re the oldest boss in the county.”
But my aunt took no notice of my jest, saying, “Now All I want is to greet joy, joy, beauty, and grandeur, and they will be well, and then I will be at ease.”
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On the first day of the first lunar month in 2014, eight or nine of our Cousins got together for dinner, drinking a little wine as usual. But that day, yingle, who was also addicted to alcohol, did not drink. He took the bottle and added more wine to our glasses one by one, saying: “Brothers, drink more. Today I feel a little uncomfortable, so I won’t drink any more.
Then he sat and watched them drink, his mouth moving as if he were saying something.
On the second day, Yingle went to his parents’ house with his wife Wenhua and son Weihong. At the lunch table, Yingle only accompanied a few glasses of wine on hand to beg pardon, said that these days the body is not comfortable, dare not drink, then casually grilled a few meals, went to bed.
In the evening, the dishes have been served, we are eating, just found yingle how has been no one. His wife and brother went into the room to call, but let him shout and push, yingle still remained motionless. A touch of his forehead, cold cold, scared brother-in-law all jumped up.
Yingle went away suddenly. The relatives pooled their money for the funeral and kept the 8000 yuan gift money in the bank. I kept it and said that I would take it out when Wei Hong needed money for his study.
Later, when his relatives were afraid, they advised him to give up drinking, but Yingxi said with a smile: “The time for me to give up drinking has not yet come — until the day I die.”
Soak every day in alcohol, welcome the body has been greatly inferior to before, kill pig this job also did not do again. At the beginning of the spring of 2016, Old Yingxi felt weak, bloated and with a poor appetite. I accompanied him to the hospital for a check-up and found that he was suffering from cirrhosis of the liver. He was admitted to the hospital immediately.
Two years ago, Jun Yan went to work for a pharmaceutical company in Hangzhou after graduating from university. After a year’s work, she quit and started a small drugstore, doing quite well. I told her that Yingxi was ill in hospital, she cried on the phone: “Uncle, I will come back from Hangzhou immediately.”
Although Junyan is not welcome his own, but she always read that he and hawthorn adoptive grace. Every Spring Festival, even if the busy will come back to my father and grandmother to cook a New Year’s Eve dinner, usually also often send money to yingxi petty cash.
Yingxi lived in the hospital for more than 20 days, Jun Yan never leave to serve in the ward. When he left the hospital, he repeatedly asked: “Dad, you can’t drink any more because of your illness.” But yingxi just nodded, junyan left, he secretly drank again, no one can persuade.
My aunt was old too, so she had been suffering from kidney problems for years and was afraid of causing trouble to her family. By the summer of 2017, he had developed severe uremia and refused to go to the hospital despite his aching body.
The day I went back to visit my aunt in my hometown, Junyan came back from Hangzhou. Her aunt took a cloth bag from under her pillow and handed it to Junyan. “Here is ten thousand yuan. It is for you young people to honor me during the New Year and festivals. Wei Hong is the youngest and the most pitiable in my family. Please take care of this money for me and take it out when he has to go to college.”
A week later, aunt closed her eyes for good. Hawthorn also came back to the funeral, crying like a tear. I knew she was grieved for the loss of her aunt, and for her own life.
After his aunt was buried, the old hawthorn finally decided to stay. In the fall of 2017, hawthorn was introduced to a man two years her senior. After dating for some time, they felt good about each other and got married. The two bought a two-bedroom apartment in the city, where hawthorn could not stay idle and went out to help care for a paralyzed elderly man, earning nearly 5,000 yuan a month.
Arrived this summer, welcome happy abdominal distension, anorexia, arrive in the hospital an examination, liver cirrhosis has developed advanced stage, the hospital gave terminally ill notice immediately. Two days later, I met hawthorn on the road and told her about the disease. The hawthorn did not say anything, but gave a long sigh. When I looked back, I saw that she had raised her left hand and wiped it on her face.
Jun Yan from Hangzhou back to take care of welcome. After about ten days in the hospital, Yingxi insisted on leaving. back home, Junyan every day to call the province’s famous Chinese medicine for help, and then according to the prescription, decocting medicine boil medicine, medicine soup poured in the bowl spread cool, and then urged to welcome xi drink.
By the time I came back to see him this time, his ascites had subsided somewhat, and there was still a little blood on his face. The dinner was cooked by Junyan, with fried towel gourd, braised winter melon, scrambled egg and meat foam soup. Yingxi was able to eat a bowl of rice.
Pig killing Tools left by Yingxi (photo by the author)
In the evening, the wind blows softly through the mountain village, carrying a smell of vegetation. Jun Yan accompanied Ying Xi sitting on the bamboo chair at the door, there is a build without a build to talk, from time to time also issued a light laugh. I didn’t bother them, hoping to see the scene again in the future.
But I feel deeply in my heart: more than half a century, two generations of time, the killing of pigs this craft, finally stumbling towards the end of this family.
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