The New Year Pig is closely related to happiness; The New Year pig and grief are also connected in the same vein.
The happiness that comes one step ahead of the New Year is the moment when the pigs fall to the ground in the lunar year, and this kind of happiness seems to be a kind of happiness that is full of satisfaction.
The sadness synchronized with happiness is also the moment when the pig falls to the ground, although it is short, but it is deeply memorable.
It is not easy to raise a pig, worry about feeding for more than a year, and have to be smooth and disease-free. Somehow, in those years, pigs were also sick and plagued, and a pig was no longer raised, and many times, I didn't even know what the reason was.
In the era of living by pigs, pigs pinned people's expectations, and the loss of pigs was not only sad, but hopeless, hopeless, and lacking a spiritual need under material support.
Therefore, it is an honor and glory for the little friends who have a New Year pig, because the happiness is brought by their own New Year pigs.
The happiness brought by the New Year pig is not only the oily mouth, the full skin, but also the slaughter, inside and outside the gate, in and out, miscellaneous, busy shouting in the shuttle and atmosphere, lively and happy. However, what really brings happiness to the friends is that the abandoned thing on the pig is ashamed to say and does not seem to be very glamorous, but the happiness is real.
The time of the month is short and busy, and the slaughter of the New Year pig is the top priority, and a helper is needed, and the slaughter master must be booked in advance. There are only a few capable people in the village, entering Layue, the east family enters, and the west family goes out, helping first, and paying second. A cigarette, a few words of invitation, the master will break his fingers to arrange the time.
In my memory, the slaughter of the New Year pig is happy, but the scene of the slaughter on the spot is cruel.
On weekdays, there are always a few good partners, which is now called the circle, and the partners in the circle are sincere and unrestrained, showing off and showing off, and telling the partners about the time of killing the pig a long time ago. On this day, who dares to sleep lazily and is notified, they are all able to afford and have face. Report early in the morning, before the adults who help come, and always want to do some conspicuous and important work, or crowd in the doorway to chatter, praising the pigs and dogs.
When the sun comes out, the pigs are awakened, aroused, and drawn out of the pigsty outside ......the gate, by the people who feed the pigsThe pig food in the eleventh month is almost the same as what people eat. Pigs, big and small, are fat. Fat pigs are valuable, graded, and pompous, unlike those skinny pig babies who have been hanging on their stomachs and eating for many years, like warriors.
When the pig enters the door, it is slow and leisurely, the pace is small and rhythmic, model-like, take three steps, stop one step, look around, look forward and back. Fat pigs are timid, and they really can't walk, they can't even turn their necks, but they are extremely alert. It was from that time that I basically understood the general meaning of "people are afraid of being famous, pigs are afraid of being strong".
When the pig entered the door, the people who were busy in the yard had already hid behind the curtain, and the yard looked as normal as before. It's just that the black cauldron, which is two meters wide in diameter and supported in the courtyard, whether the pig has also seen it, and what the pig thinks after seeing it, I can't know. I also wondered if the pigs could have a premonition of the upcoming limit, and there were premonitions, and they were even more lawless. And I was nervous, and the moment the pig entered the door, I had already gone up to the pit.
The moment the pig entered the yard, I was not only nervous, but an indescribable taste began to spread in the hysterical shouts of the pig. Outside the window, one or two bold companions followed the adults around, running before and after, carrying water, carrying basins, and working harder than at home.
The black cauldron is used for hot pig hair, and the whole village has only two or three mouthfuls, all of whom have to book a queue, and it is customary to take a pound or two of pork as compensation. On a winter morning, the boiling water in the pot is cold, and the white air is like smoke, which means the end of a life. I don't know if the dead thing has any sense, and if it hurts again. I don't know how long the normal life span of pigs is, but I think that pigs can't live for more than two years.
On weekdays, I feed the pigs, but in the eleventh month, the fat pigs, three meals, do not come on time, always let me go to the pigsty to shout, it seems that there is a feeling of being "invited". Sometimes, the anger really doesn't come anywhere, and on this day when the pig is leaving, it is also a little tricky, and it is a little tricky.
When I moved from the house to the cauldron, touched the pig's body, and kicked a handful of pig hair, I felt relieved, feeling that this was the case, and the previous fearful and complicated psychology had disappeared with the excitement of the atmosphere and the scene.
When the pig was hoisted up and disemboweled, it was the happiest moment for me and my companions, and we didn't care: the liver that was eaten first was more fragrant than the meat, but the pig's bladder that was abandoned.
We who took over the pig's bladder, such as a treasure, took turns to knead in the soil, wash in water, turn it three times five times, and when the pig's bladder skin was thin and transparent and not greasy, we began to blow. Although the inflated pig bladder is not round enough, it is more elastic than the thread-made eggs we play with at school, and it is much larger and softer. A good pig's bladder shaped like a basketball, the kung fu is all on the previous kneading, the thin skin can float, the thick skin can shoot, it is really good to play, there is a basketball feeling.
Perhaps, there is no absolute emotion in all things in the world, and there is no pure opposite, and things always complement each other and complement each other. Happiness and sorrow, existence and absence, beauty and ugliness, life and death, all exist side by side.
At present, it is the end of the year, and I recall the past events with the New Year pig and the countryside, and the complex is long. Because of the age, I have experienced an experience that seems not very glamorous, but I have felt a joy that I have never had. Now, will there still be the neighing sound of the New Year's pig, which will sound again, in the hometown, in the countryside.