Chapter 21 The Horror Midnight
Anyone who has experience in rural life knows that free-range chickens will choose branches or relatively high horizontal logs to squat on and sleep at night. Because this is the characteristic of chickens, they will never sleep standing or squatting on the ground.
, in essence, they still retain some of the living habits of birds. We call the racks where chickens roost at night, which are generally relatively high horizontal beams. And our chicken racks are sheep racks.
There are about seven or eight chickens roosting on the wooden railings of the pen at night.
Late one night, while I was sleeping in a daze, I suddenly heard the chickens on the chicken stand outside the yard fluttering and squawking, as if something was driving them away. Then the dogs in the yard also barked wildly.
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It was such a cold day, and it was still snowing. Could someone come to steal the sheep? Otherwise, why would they be so anxious? I didn’t care about the coldness of the midwinter night, so I quickly put on my clothes as quickly as possible and copied them.
I picked up a stick, picked up a flashlight, opened the door and rushed into the yard.
Because it was snowing, even though it was late at night, the light was not too dark due to the reflection of the thick layer of snow on the ground. I quickly walked to the sheepfold and turned on the flashlight to shine inside - I was shocked by the scene in front of me:
It was the sheep that was about to be slaughtered!! It was tearing something on the ground with its mouth. Ah, it turned out to be a chicken. The chicken feathers and chicken blood were particularly dazzling on the snow. I saw that sheep, its mouth had already
It was covered in chicken blood. When I shined my flashlight on it, it raised its head and looked in the direction where I was standing, as if on conditioned reflex. Under the light, its eyes reflected two faint blue lights!
It just looked at me, then lowered its head and continued to tear the chicken under its hooves with its mouth. After a while, it had eaten most of the chicken.
It's so terrifying. If it were a wolf or a dog, it wouldn't feel anything if it tore up a chicken like this, but this was obviously a sheep, and a sheep that was usually extremely docile!
I hurriedly ran back into the house, and then turned around and locked the door tightly. My heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it was about to burst out of my mouth. I really wanted to run to the yard where my parents lived and tell them what happened. But I couldn't.
, I don’t want them to suffer this kind of fear and uneasiness, and I don’t want any shadow to remain in their hearts.
But what should I do? I lay half under the quilt, smoking one cigarette after another. After racking my brains to think about it, I finally got some clues, and I fell asleep unconsciously.
When I woke up, it was already dark outside. I quickly got dressed and got up. I came to the yard and took advantage of the dawn. I looked at the sheepfold. The remains of the chickens were scattered all over the floor. The bright red chicken blood was stained all over the sheepfold.
It was everywhere. Look at the white sheep under the shed, its snow-white mouth was covered with chicken blood. Even if I saw this scene in the daytime, it was still so shocking.
I didn't have the courage to look for one more second, so I quickly opened the courtyard door, stepped out of the courtyard, and then quickly turned around and closed the courtyard door again, as if I was afraid that something would come out. When I walked to the street, I felt deeply
He breathed a long sigh of relief.
Because it is the end of the twelfth twelfth lunar month, it is really the middle of winter, so few people get up so early. Although the sky is getting brighter, there is no one on the street. But how much I want to see people at this time, even if I see one,
The fear and tension in my heart can also be relieved a little.
I wrapped my coat around me, walked through the thick snow and faced the biting cold wind, and walked quickly towards Butcher Zhang's house with my head shrunk.
Butcher Zhang is in his forties and has been killing pigs and sheep since he was ten years old. As soon as the Spring Festival comes, many people in the village will invite him to their homes to help slaughter pigs and sheep for the New Year. This pig slaughtering
Slaughtering a sheep is a technical job, and not everyone can do it. Take the slaughtering of a sheep as an example. You have to make sure that the sheep's trachea and carotid artery are cut at the same time with one knife, because only in this way will the sheep's blood flow in the sheep.
The mutton is delicious only if it is completely drained before it dies.
Some novices will cut the sheep with one knife. Although a lot of blood will flow out, after letting go, the sheep will still jump around and run around. This means that the vital parts are not cut. If you push the sheep down and then cut the second knife,
It will be difficult for the sheep's blood to flow out completely, which not only affects the quality of the meat, but more importantly, is unlucky.
Butcher Zhang has more than 20 years of butchering experience, so he is very efficient in his work. When others kill a sheep, several people need to hold down the sheep on the chopping board, but butcher Zhang can kill a sheep by himself.
——He would press his knees against the sheep's body, then grab the sheep's head with one hand, and stab the sheep's neck with a knife with the other hand. All this seemed so easy, but just right.
My pure white sheep is also going to be killed by him. Because there are many people inviting him to work, our sheep will not be able to take its turn until tomorrow. And I am looking for a butcher Zhang just to kill it last night.
The strange things told him that after all, he had killed so many livestock, he should be well-informed in this area, and he must have encountered all kinds of strange things.
I soon came to the door of Butcher Zhang's house and heard the conversation between men and women in the yard. Butcher Zhang must have gotten up, because this period is his busiest time, so he should get up very early every day.
I slapped the courtyard door hard and shouted into the courtyard: "Uncle Zhang, are you up?"
"Coming, coming", butcher Zhang agreed, walked over and opened the door, "It's Xiao Ming, isn't that family's sheep going to be killed tomorrow? Why are you here so early?"
I lowered my voice and said, "Uncle Zhang, I have something to do with you."
Butcher Zhang saw something was wrong with my expression and quickly asked: "What's the matter? It's cold outside, let's go inside and talk."
I handed over a cigarette, then took one out and put it to my mouth. He was not polite and took it naturally. I took out the lighter, lit it for him first, then lit mine, and took two puffs.
, tried to calm down, lowered his voice and said to him: "Uncle Zhang, I have something urgent and I want you to help me. That's what it is..."
I told him the horrific experience last night in great detail. The expression on Butcher Zhang's face became more and more serious. After I finished speaking, he didn't say anything else. He just said briefly: "Let's go, hurry up."
Come and see where you are."
He closed the courtyard gate and was about to go to me. Suddenly he seemed to think of something and said, "Wait a minute, I'll get something." When he came out again, he had a red cloth bag in his hand. I don't know.
What's inside? In the other hand is a bright, long, sharp knife used for butchering.
It was already very bright, but the sun didn't seem to have come out yet. Butcher Zhang and I walked quickly to my house. We didn't say anything else to each other, but we could both feel each other's nervousness and uneasiness. Although the reason for this nervousness and uneasiness was
Not necessarily the same.
For some reason, I was really worried that the scene I saw was just an illusion. Yeah, how could a sheep eat a chicken? Could it be that when we got to the yard, everything was normal - there was nothing like the scene last night?
Chapter completed!