11th 11th lunar month of the 28th year of the Republic of China , at the time of the year of the heavens, Zhuang Jizong, a little drunken butcher, braved the heavy snow in the sky, rode his own mule on the way home with the slight light of the snow.
Although New Year's Eve is approaching and the weather is cold, when I think of the warm bluestone kang at home, the hot wine and vegetables, and the warm and soft body of my wife's pomegranate, Zhuang Jizong grinned happily and gently knocked the mule under him with his heel. The animals under the climax seemed to feel the owner's joy. They shook their heads excitedly and sniffed a few times, and the sound was heard far away in the snow.
\"Damn it, look at you being beautiful." Zhuang Jizong muttered. He took out wine gourd from behind and took a sip of wine, clicked his mouth with satisfaction, and then hummed "Little Widow to visit the grave" without any hesitation. As he hummed, he suddenly remembered the widow Lian'er from Daxing Village. A few years ago, he had an affair with Lian'er.
Zhuang Jizong was an orphan since he was a child. He had no idea whose biological parents were named. He only knew that his nickname was Shidan. When he was six years old, he was taken home by the old butcher Zhuang Liu, the butcher, when he wandered in this area, he was taken home as his adopted son by Zhuangjiayingzi's old account and butcher Zhuang Liu.
When Zhuang Liu was young, he married two wives, but unfortunately both died of illness halfway through. Liulin Town The famous fortune teller Zhang Tie Mouth gave him a divination, saying that his fate defeated his wife and had no luck to save women, but he would definitely have a son behind him in the future.
After hearing the fortune teller, Zhuang Liu couldn't think of the point, where did the son come from without a woman? I want to ask Zhang Tiezui again, but Zhang Tiezui looked like he was invisible. Zhuang Liu thought again, it is hard to say whether he has a son or not. It seems that his life is a real victory over his wife. Otherwise, why would his wife in both houses not live with him? When he thought that the two wives in the first place were killed by themselves, he couldn't help feeling guilty. It seemed that he could never marry again, so as not to harm others. After thinking it through, he simply tried to fight a bachelor's side.
A more than 20-year-old bachelor's career has survived in the blink of an eye.
It should be that the two of them are destined to be together. As soon as he met Shidan, he immediately remembered Zhang Tiezui's words. Shidan was born in a daze and didn't admit his life. As soon as the two of them met, they felt as close as they had fate in their previous life, so Zhuang Liu took Shidan home without hesitation.
After returning home, Zhuang Liu solemnly invited the patriarch and elders of the banker to set up a few tables of banquets. This is equivalent to announcing to the tribesmen that from now on, Hou Shidan will be his son, and Zhuang Liu will have someone to come. When he was drunk, the clan leader happily set up a big shot for Shidan: Zhuang Jizong.
As the saying goes, it is like a seed, and a basket is like a cage. Although he is not a biological child, Jizong's personality is very similar to Zhuang Liu, with a dumb, tough, arrogant and lifeless donkey temper.
At the beginning, he played with the children in the village. The children bullied him and called him a wild breeder. This kid didn't care whether he could beat others or not, and he rushed forward and beat him to death. Those children are often intimidated by his life-threatening style of playing and have to surrender to him for peace. Therefore, after returning from playing outside, Jizong often had a blue nose and a swollen face but a proud face. Zhuang Liu asked, but he didn't say anything. As time goes by, the children in the village are afraid of him and call him "深手" behind his back.
Zhuang Liuchang went out to kill pigs and sheep, and when he came back, he had to bring some heads and hooves into the water. There was never any meat in the pot and bowl at home. Xiao Jizong was like a crop that had been fully fertilized and drank water, growing in the wind. At the age of eight, he was already a whole head taller than a child of the same age.
Zhuang Liu learned some three-legged cat fists and feet when he was young, and also practiced wrestling for a while. What's even more rare is that he persisted in this hobby. After years of practice, a set of long fist beats the wind and the momentum is like a rainbow. Although he is now at his sixties, he is still very agile. When he fights against him, he is not a match at all. Whenever you have time, Zhuang Liu teaches Jizong to press the legs , lower your waist and practice boxing. Jizong was extremely talented. In less than two years, Zhuang Liu's fists and socks were all cleaned by his son.Just when Zhuang Liu didn't know how to continue teaching, Zhuang Jingzhai, who had been away from home for many years, retired and returned home.
Zhuang Jingzhai, whose courtesy name is Hanzhi, was a Jinshi from the former Qing Dynasty. After the Republic of China, he served as the director of education in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. After retirement, he was homesick, so he took his wife and several servants back to his long-lost hometown. The first thing he did when he returned to his hometown was to set up the first semi-private primary school in Zhuangjiayingzi's history in his old house, where he personally taught the class.
So Jizong entered Zhuang Jingzhai's school and began his short student life. In Zhuang Liu's words, "Go to the school to circle your temperament\". Although Jizong was naughty, he was still in line with the rules and followed the rules when he came to his husband, and he was very concerned about his study. Since then, the sound of young and bright reading often came from the yard of Zhuangliu family. However, when Jizong was ten years old, he said he would not read anything. Zhuang Liu asked him why he didn't read it. He said that it was interesting to kill pigs and cows with his father. In fact, the real reason was that he felt it was boring to mingle with those children who were much shorter than him and had a lot of milk. Zhuang Liu could not resist his son, so he had to lead him to kill pigs and sheep everywhere according to his son's wishes.
As the saying goes: Boys don’t eat idle meals for ten years. The ten-year-old Xiao Jizong is almost as powerful as an adult, and he is naturally strong. When he works outside, he helps his father carry water, burn fire, and removes his hair. When he returns home, he helps his father make fire and cook. When he is free, he will work with his father to do the few acres of crops.
The days pass quickly, and several years have passed in a flash. When Zhuang Jizong was eighteen years old, Zhuang Liu died at the age of seventy-two. From then on, Zhuang Jizong inherited Zhuang Liu's incense mantra, planted a few acres of thin fields when he was busy, and slaughtered cattle, pigs, and sheep in his spare time to earn some money to supplement his family's income. His life was free and happy and free.
It is said that 360 lines are the top scorers. If you want to choose "Butterfighter Top Scholar", it is definitely Zhuang Jizong. Since he took over Zhuang Liu's life, the butchers in this area immediately felt that life was not easy. Generally, other butchers kill pigs and cows for other people's families. When they arrive at the owner's house, they have to smoke and drink well. When they drink something interesting, they will stagger and work. When they work, they will inevitably make the owner go around and procrastinate for a day. In addition to losing the wages, they have to have two meals. Before leaving, they will touch their heads and nod their heads and hooves into the water without any shame.
It is conceivable what kind of work such butchers can do. What's even more ridiculous is that Zhang Lu'er, a butcher from in Diantou Village, drank a little too much at the owner's house. After one knife, the pig was not killed, but the pig was letting the pig pass by his crotch with a knife. The result is conceivable--Zhang Lu'er was castrated by the pig, and the pig was like a military general carrying a flag on the stage. He ran for more than ten miles in one breath before he could not get up.
As for the butchers who make sheep turn over and cows run around the world, there are more. Zhuang Jizong's pig killing is different from other butchers. He always comes at any time. After entering the door, he goes straight to the pigpen, takes out a handful of his own food from the bag, and puts it in front of the pig. He watches the pig finish his last bite, then takes out a hook and a knife, muttering the words: "Pig, pig, don't be surprised, you are a dish in the world." Before the words can be finished, the hook in the left hand has hooked the pig's jaw bone, and the pig struggles backwards, and the knife in the right hand has stabbed into the pig's heart accurately and forcefully, and then pulls the knife quickly, and blood sprays out like a fountain. In the blink of an eye, the pig is exhausted. Then he stretched out his waist, grabbed the pig's trotter with both hands to lift the cyclone body, and the two or three hundred pounds of pig was gently lifted and slipped into the soup pot. The next time the hair and the ripping are not required to be handled by the owner. The meal has been cleaned up and neatly, which makes the owner's people ready to take action often stunned.
As for wages, Jizong is better at speaking. He will never bargain if he doesn't have money, and he will use the water to replace him or even take care of the meal.Jizong is even more amazing in killing cows. In addition to feeding food to the cows to be slaughtered, he also needs to feed eggs. Then he covers the cow's eyes with a black cloth, holds the three-foot-long slaughter knife in one hand, and gently rubs the cow's neck with the other hand, not knowing what he was talking about to the cow. At the same time, the knife was quietly pressing on the cow's neck. He held the back of the knife with his left hand and quickly pushed the knife with his right hand. The big bullhead fell to the ground, and then the bull body fell to the ground. --Often butchers can help with killing cattle? But he never wanted to help, he completed the whole process alone. With his unique skills, no one in the countryside will be dissatisfied.
It's strange that the same pigs, cows, and sheep, after he passed by, the meat smelled better than the other people's killings. In this way, anyone who kills pigs and sheep in the surrounding villages would be happy to find him, especially during the holidays, he almost didn't even go back home, and turned around the village to work from house to house, and was very busy.
In this way, the butchers around him will stop doing it. In their opinion, Jizong did this purely to take their jobs. So a group of butchers wanted to join forces to teach Jizong a lesson, so they raised money to invite this famous old gangster in the street to come forward to rectify Jizong. The old hooligan is named Zheng Bajin, and his nickname is "Qian Cunzi Snake". This guy is naturally vicious and vicious, and is a famous demon king.
It is worthy of Zheng Bajin's unluckyness. He did not examine the temper and character of the butcher in this village, so he took the deal loudly. In his opinion, how high can a young man with a simple face beauties in his 18 or 19 years old? Setting aside this young man is a simple little business.
It was a sunny day that day, and the bright white sun hung above my head, making people's eyes hurt.
At noon, Jizong finished killing the pig and walked home with his head down. He was facing the "Seven-inch Snake" Zheng Bajin and his two apprentices blocked in front of him. People watching the fun gathered around a large group of butchers who paid the money.
Jizong's face was confused and sleepy, looking at the three people in front of him like a baby who had just woken up. \"Seven-inch Snake" jumped and slapped Jizong in the face. Looking at Jizong again, his expression did not change at all. He slowly took out a bone-cutting knife from the basket, weighed it in his hand, sighed, and a cold light shone through the air. After the cold light, Zheng Bajin looked at his hands that fell to the ground with some disbelief, looked up at the bright white sun in the sky, and leaned back and fell to the ground. When the two apprentices saw the master fall to the ground, they gritted their teeth and tried to pounce on them. Another white light. The knife in Jizong's hand was still in the air. An apprentice who was pounced on the front was lying on the ground, and the bone-cutting knife was nailed to the door. Jizong still slowly took out another bone-clearing knife from the basket, staring at another apprentice, and walked towards him blankly. When the boy saw that the killer god was stunned, he glanced at him again, and was so scared that he turned his head and ran away.
Jizong chased him in a hurry, and the little gangster was driven out of his body and panicked. Seeing a well in front of him, he made up his mind and jumped in regardless of his life or death. Poor Zheng Bajin, who has been struggling for the rest of his life, was trapped in the hands of a fool. If the heroic reputation of a lifetime is destroyed, the master and apprentice were also injured. They wanted to take revenge but had no ability, so they could only vent their resentment on those employers. Although the master and disciple cannot provoke the butcher Zhuang who is reincarnated by the god of killing, he can subdue the other butchers. He asks them for money, food, food and drink every few days. If he doesn't like it, he will lie in the butcher's house like a dog, and hang himself on his neck.
The butchers are in a tragedy now. They are pecked by the birds if they fail to kill them. The butchers were worried every day, pinching their fingers to calculate the time for Zheng Bajin to visit. They couldn't live a day. Everyone thought: At this point, what's the matter? Now, only by asking Zhuang Jizong to come forward can we settle the matter. Someone came up with an idea that Zhang Sheng and the butcher Zhuang from Daxing Village are good friends, so it is easy to talk to him. So everyone found Zhang Sheng pitifully and told the matter exactly.
Zhang Sheng laughed constantly when he heard this, and said, "My brother is not afraid of being strong, but only being respectful. You have explained this to him before, so how could there be the next thing? This matter is to me." When Zhang Sheng came to Jizong's house, Jizong felt embarrassed. He didn't expect that he inadvertently interrupted other people's financial path, and all the things were caused by himself. So he paid for a banquet and invited Zhang Sheng and the butchers to gather together.
Half drunk, Jizong raised a burden he brought with him and said, "Go and come" and went without looking back. With a bag of cigarettes, Jizong came back and said, "The matter has been done" and continued to drink.
After hitting there, Zheng Bajin's master and apprentice did not dare to go to the butchers' homes to cause trouble. Afterwards, Zhang Sheng asked Jizong quietly: "What did you bring a bag for Zheng Bajin? "Jizong is overjoyed: "There are not many things, just three things: rope, knife, and sweet potato. "The old gangster Zheng Bajin made Jizong famous. When talking about Jizong, no matter whether you know him or not, you will give him a thumbs up and praise him: "Langsheng."
Five years ago, it was the 26th day of the twelfth lunar month, Zhang Sheng invited him to Daxing Village to kill pigs. Jizong was busy all day. From morning until the sun was about to set on the ridge to the west, Jizong knocked down a total of thirty pigs and ten sheep. In the cold winter, he was shirtless and looked cold-hearted, and his strong and shiny tendon flesh rolled proudly with every movement. I was thirsty and drank a sip of tea. When I was hungry, I cut the jaw from the newly opened pig's belly, which was a piece of steaming and was slightly steaming. I sucked it in one sip. Then I raised the extra-large wine gourd I carried with me and drank the wine.
Jizong was always surrounded by a large group of young men of similar age as him. The young men followed him wherever he went, just to see his smooth life and his strong energy, and then take the opportunity to get close to him and say something to him.
When Jizong stopped and wanted to take a cigarette, more than a dozen people next to him immediately handed the cigarette to fire, and shouted: \"Brother Zhuang, come and smoke me.\"Brother Zhuang, mine is Daqianmen, smoke me.\"\"What's wrong with Daqianmen? Mine is still a red tin bag! Come, brother smoke me.\"Brother Zhuang, we have drunk wine before. Come, smoke me.\"This noisy spirit makes Jizong feel warm. So he took out his wine gourd and invited everyone to drink. Everyone's emotions immediately reached orgasm. No matter whether they would drink or not, they would take turns to drink one sip. Jizong's wine is very old and dried. After a few sips, those who drink less often fall into the ground and are dragged to the side of the firewood stack to sleep on their own. Those who are not drunk are proud and think that we will have drunk with Brother Zhuang in the future.
The wine, food and steamed buns that Zhang Sheng’s wife brought twice were naturally shared by everyone. Zhang Sheng’s wife was so angry that she cursed: "Get out of the way, my brother is not full yet!" The young men smiled and let her scold her, and she said whatever she wanted. In fact, Jizong was not hungry at all. Someone had quickly brought dumplings, wontons, pig trotters, sliced meat, , etc. from home. The scene was as lively as the New Year.
It took a day like this. In the end, only the pig from Widow Zhang's house was left. Jizong breathed a long sigh, took a break, bid farewell to everyone, and strided heavily to Widow Zhang's house.
The Zhang family is a wealthy family, and they enter the yard with two fronts and backs. There are three main rooms in the front yard, with six rooms on both sides. Under the eaves of the corridor, there are vermilion red columns. All rooms are blue bricks to the top. The colorful wooden doors and windows are inlaid with bright glass. The spacious open space in the middle is a patio. A circular flower bed is built with blue bricks, and a moon door separates the front and back yards.
Wife Zhang looks in her thirties. Her top is a big double-breasted jacket with red satin and piping. Her pants are green onion. She is a pair of slender and small sky feet. She is wearing big red satin shoes, revealing snow-white socks. Her black and shiny hair is pursed tightly backwards, as if a knife has been cut. A jade hairpin is slanted behind her head. It seems that she has been carefully modified and her face is well maintained, with skin like cream, eyebrows like distant black, and eyes like autumn water. Zhuang Jizong sighed slightly in his heart: "It's a pity that such a beauty has lost a man at a young age." Jizong and Widow Zhang exchanged a brief greeting, then came to the backyard, cheered up and started to do work. By the time the lights were held, a pig had been cleaned up by Zhuang Jizong. Thinking of the fact that every widow and woman were not good at doing hard work, he made an exception and washed his head and hooves cleanly. The large pieces of pork were also divided into categories and neatly placed on the stone table. \"Sister-in-law," Zhuang Jizong called out loudly\" The work has been done neatly, where can I put it? I will put it for you.\"The woman heard the sound and said, "Let it be there for you first. Brother, go into the house and drink tea and breathe before talking.\" As she said that, she led Zhuang Jizong into the main room. There is an Eight Immortals Table in the middle of the main hall, and the wine and food have been arranged. Six all kinds of white fine porcelain dishes, a dish of sauce beef sausage, a dish of peanuts, a dish of scrambled eggs , a dish of stir-fried waist till , a dish of heart and liver platter, a dish of hot steamed buns, next to them are copper wine pots, wine cups, and squid bowl tea commonly known as Sanbattage. Red candles as thick as children's arms are lit on the candlestick. Widow Zhang enthusiastically arranged Jizong to take her seat. This is the old place of Yan State, with rough and simple folk customs. In the countryside, people do not stick to the vain rituals such as differences between men and women.
Author: Baichuan
