Two Stories about Being Slaughtered in Shandong I am a pig. Ever since I understood what my zodiac sign is, I have been vaguely imagining the family of my zodiac sign from time to time. What will it be like when it is eventually sent to the slaughterhouse to be slaughtered?
Thinking that it might have its limbs tightly tied with hemp rope, it would open its mouth wide open in front of the fierce butcher's butcher's knife, wailing loudly, losing its soul, and finally having to stretch out its neck to be slaughtered.
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My heart was full of intolerance and I secretly sighed: Fortunately I was born as a human and not a pig, otherwise.
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Who would have thought that when I was nearly 40 years old and had long stopped thinking about the slaughter of pigs, I would actually experience the feeling of being slaughtered in just three days.
And is this feeling exactly the same as the feeling of being slaughtered by my zodiac family?
Please be patient and listen to my unhurried talk while maintaining a gentlemanly demeanor!
: Penglai was slaughtered------The "copy" knife stabbed us. Five of us drove a car by ourselves. We started from Tianjin at 6 am and drove non-stop until 2 pm. After 8 hours, we arrived in Penglai and had a simple trip to the beach.
After a while, we found our place to stay: Luliang Hotel.
I put away my luggage and washed it. I was hungry and hungry. I saw that it was already 8 o'clock in the evening, so I decided to take decisive action - go out to eat and take a look at Penglai.
Considering that the driver had a hard day's work and wanted him to have a drink and have a good night's sleep, he didn't let him drive and decided to take a taxi to eat.
After leaving the hotel, I immediately saw a taxi coming. I raised my hand and stopped it.
Just like that, the prelude to being slaughtered was opened by my wonderful hands.
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After getting in the car, we looked at the driver with bright eyebrows and a kind face. We immediately started chatting with him enthusiastically. The conversation was very warm and we felt close. At this time, we made a request to the taxi driver in a timely manner: "
You are local and you should know the details of the hotel. Can you help us find a hotel that is clean and affordable?" The driver agreed after hearing this.
Then, without even a minute, the car stopped for us in front of a two-story hotel (it seemed to be two floors, anyway, the shortest is two floors), and he said to us: "Here we are, this restaurant is quite suitable."
It’s your request.” We couldn’t say how moved we were at that time, why?
Because in our hearts, we are always worried that the driver will deliberately take us around for a few more turns and take us on a wrong road in order to charge more money. Who knew he was so honest!
Each of the five people headed by me is a person who repays kindness like a drop of water. Faced with such a good driver, I expressed my gratitude to him and made sure to leave his mobile phone number and said that I would wait for him to go back after dinner.
Be sure to call him first and ask if he has time to come. If so, we will use him to answer the call.
The driver was very honest and said that there was no need to be so polite. He said that there were many cars and he asked us to stop the car at any time after eating and go back to rest in time.
We were even more moved and insisted on letting him leave his mobile phone number.
As a result, a person who seemed to be the proprietress came out of the hotel and wrote down the taxi driver's number with her pen, and the matter came to an end.
When we entered the restaurant, we were shocked to find that no one was eating in the entire two-story building!
With the unique sensitivity of women, I realized that something was not good, so I suggested in a low voice that I should evacuate immediately?
However, my suggestion was only approved by one woman, and the three men disagreed.
They thought that Penglai was not a big place to begin with, and it was not very early, so the fact that no one was eating didn't mean it was a big problem.
Okay, let’s order. I’m surprised again: there’s no menu!
Now, the men have no confidence.
While I was secretly proud of my insight, I was actually sweating in my heart.
The men in the north have a good reputation. In fact, it is perfectly fine to leave now, but they insist on not leaving.
Don’t leave, okay. When I was ordering, I blurted out the price of the food. One of the dishes turned around and I asked again and it turned out to be another price.
And every dish is priced astronomically, so you can eat it or not, hum!
When I was nearly forty years old, I finally came to the slaughterhouse like my family members and experienced what it was like to be slaughtered.
When I ordered the four cheapest dishes they had, I asked for a stop on the pretext of losing weight. The men looked at me with expressions of gratitude that were imperceptible and asked about the price of more than 200 yuan.
But on the surface, they always look upright and upright, with their faces unchanged and their hearts not beating.
Because I promised the driver that he would drink to his heart's content at night, he finally took the risk of bleeding and ordered a bottle of their cheapest local wine (I tried to remember the name, but I actually forgot it.
8 yuan, here 65 yuan), watching them drink and eat vegetables from a big bowl with a swollen face, I kept sighing in my heart: When Mr. Pig was being slaughtered, at least he dared to reveal his dying struggle -
--- He kept kicking his tied limbs and dared to express his dying feelings --- Helpless and painful wailing, but.
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After we left the house, none of us mentioned asking the taxi driver who brought us here to take us back.
While waiting for the bus, I looked back at the name of the restaurant and read it out involuntarily: "Chaozi￥￥Food City."