This is a true story about a woman who killed a pig. It's not just an ordinary woman killing pigs, but also a story of a group of female soldiers killing pigs.

There were many female soldiers in our regiment at that time. Mainly concentrated in the second brigade. The following are the memories of Li Sui, a female soldier who joined the army in February 1969:

Every new year, the army kills pigs to improve food, and that year was no exception. Watching killing pigs is the scene of the army's New Year. After the pre-holiday combat readiness inspection, all departments in the regiment began to prepare to kill pigs. That year, the brigade leader decided to let the female soldiers of the second brigade and the fourth squadron carry out the task of killing pigs. This is really a sight in sight. Such shocking news spread in the regiment at once, and all the male soldiers craned their necks to watch the excitement.

Killing pigs in previous years was the task of the cookhouse squad, and male soldiers would help. But this year, the leader said that we should exercise the courage of our female soldiers in actual combat and let them kill pigs themselves. Maybe they hope that one day, like Mulan, we can "Wan Li get on the military plane and climb over the mountain", all of whom are heroes.

After careful consideration, the leader decided that Chen Qinghua, the deputy instructor of our female soldier, would be the chief surgeon. She immediately gave us a verbal mobilization with great interest, to the effect that pigs should be regarded as class enemies. When class hatred and national hatred came to my mind ... as soon as her voice fell, several brave female soldiers rushed to sign up, and I bravely joined the butcher's team. Thought it was just a pig? Can you still eat us? It's exciting to think about being a killer today.

On the day of killing pigs, we came to the cookhouse squad with a heroic attitude. Oh, boy, the courtyard of the canteen is crowded with male soldiers who come to watch the excitement. Look at that unlucky pig, which has been tied up and thrown on the door panel and taken to the execution ground, "waiting for the beheading at the noon gate." We'll take our places right away: those who grab legs, those who press their heads, and those who step on the pig's ass and pull the pig's tail. There is only one purpose, only to allow surrender to the law on the spot, not to scream and move.

Before the execution, quartermaster Liu told Chen Qinghua that the pig-killing knife should pierce the side of the pig's neck, cut off the aorta and go straight into the pig's heart, so that it can be killed with one knife.

In order to understand easily, he kept gesturing back and forth at the position of his neck and heart. Onlookers have also become off-site technical guidance, which should be like this, not like that.

At this time, the impatient pig began to struggle. /kloc-the big fat pig weighing more than 0/00 Jin suddenly struggled, which made us panic. After all, it's the first time in my life to kill a pig. I'm really nervous. Looking at us in a hurry, a male soldier immediately came over and asked, are you all right? Why don't we do it? People who "make soy sauce" began to crowd around, as if someone were singing "chop off the devil's head with a big knife".

These stimulated Chen, an assistant instructor who loves to be brave, and only heard her shout: "Kill"! Just then, a bright sword and a long butcher knife stabbed the pig's neck in the air. Under Liu's inculcation, instructor Chen once again wrapped the knife around the pig's neck, only to see the white knife enter the red knife, and the pig screamed and his neck was bleeding. Haha, one knife killed him.

The men were amazed, and we felt quite impressed. We began to untie the pigs and prepare to send the spoils to the boiling tar bucket to comb. Suddenly I found that the pig was still moving. Watching, the pig is still staring at us with big eyes. Before we could turn our eyes to each other, the pig suddenly broke free, tore his heart out with a howl, and stood up and ran away right under our noses! Wow, this makes all those who kill pigs and those who don't. Since the establishment of our group, no one has ever seen such a cow's "pig strength".

We can't care about anything, 36 plans, running is the best plan. Chairman Mao taught us the guerrilla tactics of "fight if you win, and run if you don't win", and we used them well. I didn't expect pigs to think so. At this critical moment, instructor Chen straddled and jumped on the fat pig. The power of the pig was not conquered by her. Our running, the badly injured and dizzy pig, finally found the direction to guide it forward and spread its hooves to chase us. At that time, the scene of killing pigs was completely out of control: we were on the run, with no bunker in front and pursuers behind us. But the pig pursues victory and is invincible. Why didn't that pig take advantage of the chaos to get out of the tight encirclement and come after us instead? At that time, the courtyard of the dining hall was a mess: our crying, the howling of pigs, the shouts outside the stadium echoed in the air, and everyone in the courtyard went belly-up, and chickens flew and dogs jumped. The pots and pans on the ground were kicked over. We run as fast as we can, faster than rabbits. That damn pig strode after us.

Suddenly someone shouted "Go" and saw a group of male soldiers rushing towards the pig. At the most urgent moment of the battle, reinforcements came. In an instant, great changes have taken place in the whole war. That stubborn pig can't resist any more, so he obediently submits.

The pig killing campaign ended with our complete victory. The onlookers dispersed in excited laughter. Although we lost our helmets and armor in the war, although we were defeated, at least we experienced the baptism of blood. To this end, Liu Xiangdong, director of the Propaganda Unit, wrote a special report on "Punching Confucius and Mencius with one knife", which was published in Air Force Daily.

The whining pig is not dead yet. It turned out that the pig-killing knife was not deep enough, and then Wang Wen, the monitor of the kitchen, added another knife. Then blow up the pig. Dead pigs are really not afraid of boiling water. The pig is lying on the ground, like a big white dumpling. Eat a big bowl of braised pork in the evening and drink the tempting bread in the military teacup. Later, the story of female soldiers killing pigs became a super joke of the whole group, which has been passed down to this day.

Killing pigs by hand is a memory for people now, and it is a trend that no longer exists!

I don't remember for more than eight years. In winter, Chinese New Year is coming, and I'm going to kill pigs. It was raining lightly that day, and there was a black pig at home. It should have been raised for 2~3 years, almost as high as the dining table in the countryside. I can't even think about it now. At that time, pigs ate rice bran, and I didn't know what pig feed and additives were. Do you eat now?

At that time, it was enough for the whole team to kill one or two pigs in the New Year, and to order 2~3 Jin of meat at home in the New Year. That's a rare thing. It's hard to eat meat at ordinary times.

Generally, four or five people come to the neighborhood, one for each family, tie up the pigs, and a butcher comes to cut them. It seemed a little scared at that time, and the children all hid. After the pig is killed, the pig's head is stewed in a big pot. In the evening, the helping adults took their children and sat at two tables to eat pig-killing rice. It smells good when I think about it now.

Now people can't eat it Although you eat pork every day, you will never find that adults are busy and children are watching. Finally, stew together, thirsty for wine, eating meat, chatting, talking about family life, has been printed in my mind.

For the post-80s generation, personally killing pigs is a precious image and an unforgettable memory! How I want to do it again!

It's not a feeling, it's not a stimulus, it should be an indelible memory!

Killing pigs by hand is also a skill to help people kill pigs, and you can also set up banquets. The beautiful girl in the village is also willing to marry the pig butcher, who is also the first one in our village to get rich. It is particularly enviable to marry a village flower as a daughter-in-law.

I once chatted with this pig killer and asked him what his experience was. He said that killing pigs excited him. The pig killer stabbed the pig and never stabbed the second time. The butcher raised the butcher's knife with cold light and stabbed the pig's neck with a firm knife. The position of the trachea, red pig blood spewed out, and people watching the scene praised killing pigs.

The butcher put the basin on the pig's neck, put the pig's blood into the basin, and prepared to fill the blood sausage and eat it in the countryside. The main course at that time was stewed pork with vermicelli, which was enough to eat. This artificial killing of pigs is really exciting and interesting.

When we were young, killing pigs during the Chinese New Year was our happiest time, because we were poor at that time, and only by killing pigs ourselves could we have fresh pork to eat. This family is also very active, because we need help to curb killing, and adults will let children avoid killing. We will secretly watch, close our eyes when we see blood coming out, and put a pot of pig blood in it. Later, when we were older, we would give adults a knife and a pot. Killing pigs in the New Year is really a precious memory of the post-90 s generation.

When I was a child, there was a shop in our village that specialized in killing pigs. After school, we went to see killing pigs together. Before killing the pig, the pig will be made to drink a lot of water, and then several strong men will put the pig on the chopping board and the pig will howl for a while. A man wearing a leather apron and holding a bright knife went over to kill pigs. I am very scared in this process, so I usually close my eyes and hear the squeal of pigs in my ears. When the pig stopped screaming. I opened my eyes and saw that the pig had been killed. Then they put a basin on the ground under the pig's neck and were collecting pig blood. Pig blood can be made into blood tofu. It is said that nourishing blood is also a good dish. Then we cut open the pig's stomach, and a few of us were not interested in watching it, and then we went home for dinner.

Every year in the twelfth lunar month, relatives in rural areas will call us early and invite us to eat "killing pig dishes".

Killing pigs is a great event for rural people, which makes me feel that the excitement of killing pigs in rural areas is as good as that in the New Year, and even more relatives and friends come here than in the New Year. After all, the tourists at home during the Spring Festival are scattered, unlike so many people gathered on the day of killing pigs.

We put special emphasis on killing pigs here Everyone who is invited to eat pork-killing dishes can't go home empty-handed. When leaving, the butcher will also bring a fresh piece of pork to each guest.

My father-in-law kills pigs almost every year. As a semi-host, I naturally want to be in place early and help. In fact, now farmers' killing pigs has become a gathering of relatives and friends in disguise, which is exhausting and costly for families who kill pigs.

The father-in-law's family doesn't raise pigs at all now, but they all buy them from pig farmers in the village. At present, a pig is basically more than 5,000 yuan, and with the dining tables prepared by the guests, basically a "pig-killing feast" at home will cost more than 6,000 yuan. However, my father-in-law is still keen on this matter. In his words, "it is a very happy thing to gather all relatives and friends at home by killing pigs." After all, it is difficult to have a reason to get these relatives and friends together to play. "

In rural areas, pig butchers are basically invited to kill pigs. My father-in-law used to do it himself, but in recent years, because he is old and a driver, he doesn't like killing people, so now he is invited to kill them.

On the day of killing pigs, the family should gather several strong young adults, first drive the pigs out of the pigsty, then tie them with ropes while they are not waiting, and then hang them with wooden barbells to weigh them.

In rural areas, pigs are weighed whether they are sold or eaten by themselves, because almost every pig farmer has a small account book, which records the money spent on buying pigs and the grain spent on raising this pig, so that after weighing, we can know the input and output of raising pigs this year.

After the pig is weighed, it will be carried to the prepared big board, and the family will set up its temporary cauldron in the yard and start boiling water.

At this time, the butcher will command to take the basin to receive the pig's blood. He will easily find the pig's artery to cut the knife, and then use the basin to receive the pig's blood after pulling out the knife. Because the pig's mouth will be tied up and its limbs will be tied tightly at this time, the pig will not make any noise at this time. When the blood becomes stiff, it will start to shave with hot water, and then cut open all parts of the pig.

The butcher will help clean the pig intestines and then make them into blood sausages. The tenderness of blood and intestines here is also the standard to test the skill of a pig killer. A good sausage will be mixed with pig fat, Jiang Mo, chopped green onion and coriander, and some will be mixed with oysters and egg white. This kind of sausage will tremble when cooked, and it is tender and salty.

Usually there are at least two people who kill pigs, and one of them helps. In most cases, people who kill pigs are injured because they are pushed by their hind legs. After a pig is put down, its hind legs are particularly easy to push forward. One hand should hold the knife and the other hand should control the pig's front legs, so that the pig will run around and jump around as soon as it lets go. Therefore, people who kill pigs can't let go when they are pushed. They should pay attention to craftsmanship and often prick the pig's front legs. That is, people's forearm and forearm should be tied together, so that they can't straighten out and kick people. The pig killer found the artery of the pig and stabbed it with a knife, so when he killed the pig, he saw the blood of the pig spraying out. Arterial blood, generally, people who specialize in killing pigs will have more experience, but those who cooperate with him are generally from the main family (people who send pigs to kill), and they are likely to get into trouble because of fear, such as not clamping their tails. People who kill pigs like this are easy to get hurt. As mentioned earlier, when a pig turns over, its hind foot is very easy to kick forward, and the butcher who kicks to the pig's head can only kick but can't let go. In fact, when there are only two people, there is no need to pull the pig's tail. After the pig turns over, the helper stands in the direction of the pig's back, kneels on the pig's waist, and his knees are stuck on the pig's waist. There are only two people in this method. If there are three people, the third person will pull the pig's tail in the direction of the pig's back. The core is not to let the pig's hind feet kick in the direction of the pig's head, and the rest is a matter of one knife and one account.

Fear, sadness and respect. I am a student at school, majoring in veterinary medicine, also called animal medicine. Maybe many people will say, is there really a university to study veterinary medicine? Actually, I wanted to be a doctor, but I became a veterinarian because of the score problem. Tell me about my experience of killing pigs. Freshman has a compulsory anatomy course. In the practice of anatomy, we killed the pig, and we must observe the normal organ shape and position of the pig. First, we take the pig out, and then follow the teacher's arrangement. Then our team carried out the steps of killing pigs. Four or five boys go to fix it, and then two boys and teachers take the lead. Later, we bled the pig, observed its external morphology, cut open its accessory parts and observed its internal organs. Although I didn't kill myself, I was there all the time. I am afraid of this process and full of respect. Its sacrifice is for our better research and for helping more animals in the future.

When we were young, we would kill pigs every New Year. Adults at home should look at the sky first (this depends on the yellow calendar, killing pigs on a good day) and make an appointment with the pig slayer in the village early. On the day of killing pigs, we got up early to boil water (scalding pig hair). There were three cauldrons at home, filled with three pots of water, and set up firewood blocks to boil! Then, three or five big men opened the pigsty door, drove the pigs out and rushed to the courtyard dam. Then, the butcher tore off the pig's ear and pressed it on the slaughter stool. Others around, leg press, the press, the pressure head, and the pig seem to feel that their lives are coming to an end, struggling desperately, howling desperately, feeling the sound and breaking our eardrums! At this time, the adults set off a string of firecrackers. As soon as the firecrackers sounded, the butcher picked up a long butcher knife and stabbed the pig's neck and heart, only to see deep red blood flowing out. Mother took a tray with pre-laid toilet paper (cut into squares first), took a little blood, and then took pig blood in the basin. This pig blood is edible. With the outflow of pig blood, the pig's voice gradually disappeared.

After killing the pig, the pig killer began to add water, scooped three pots of boiling water in the rhubarb bucket and added some cold water. Then he scalded the pig's hair, cut open his stomach and cut the meat into pieces. Mom will cook many delicious dishes with fresh pork. Stir-fried pork, stir-fried shredded lean meat, stir-fried pork liver, stir-fried kidney flower, stir-fried pig blood ... authentic local pork with green farmhouse dishes, delicious!

Mom will be very busy in the next two days! Bacon, boiled lard and sausage are all ready, and things will come to an end.

Mom hasn't lived in the countryside for more than ten years, and the old house at home has been demolished because of the relocation. In the past ten years, my family has never killed a New Year pig, but the memory of killing a pig will remain in my memory forever! The happiness and happiness of childhood is also the wealth I have in my life!

Sometimes, it will give people a feeling of fear! In our hometown, whenever the Spring Festival approaches, pork that everyone likes to eat begins to kill in the whole village. No matter from a distance or from a close distance, it is unsightly. Once, the butcher took a butcher knife and pressed the pig on the slaughter table. Many times, the butcher was pushed down by the power of the pig. Finally, the butcher knife stabbed the pig's neck, and bright red blood gushed out like spring water. At that moment, for people, it was a kind of relaxation, but for pigs, it was a kind of pain and the end of life. Empathy, the butcher put down his hanging heart like a sigh of relief at that moment.