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Pig is

With his disabled bent hands, Grandpa cut down a pile of fan-shaped palm leaves and rubbed them into rope covers one after another. The newly killed pigs were cut into pieces and sealed in a big dustpan. Grandma clutched the sharp and sharp dagger tightly, and quickly poked the meat pieces one by one. My little grandson, with his childish hands holding strings of rope, he tied all the meat pieces fresh and funny. On the mud wall of the dark kitchen, a piece of fresh pork with salt water was hung, waiting for firewood to blacken them. In the whole village and every household, there came a burst of screaming pigskin and a faint scent of meat. The pig butcher Li, you ate the meat of every pig, pork, you hung all over the kitchen wall! Pigs, one by one, run away under the knife of pig hunter Li. Li, the pig killer, drank pig blood for twenty or thirty years, and the accumulated parasitic bacteria made him suffer from terminal illness. On the day of the funeral, two pigs were killed to entertain relatives and neighbors who were having wine. It is true that pigs are buried by pig killers. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…