Chapter 4 Three old horses walk into the slaughterhouse

Three old horses walk into the slaughterhouse The old horse walked up the road into the city, and the private slaughterhouse was just east of the city gate.The butcher's knife was open there, waiting for the old animal. The old queen did not lead her horse, but drove it forward with a short branch from behind. There are yellow leaves swirling in the big woods, those are calling yellow leaves.Looking at the other end of the forest, the trees in the whole forest seem to be big umbrellas that have been closed down.The dreary sun is drying all the bare trees.The field looked all over the people near and far.The fields in late autumn seem to be covered with bare leather, far and near.

Houses buried in plants in summer now visibly protrude from the ground, as if newly protruding from the ground. The yellow leaves brought by late autumn drive away the butterflies in summer.A leaf fell on Wang Po's head, and the leaf lay there quietly.Wang Po drove her old horse with a falling yellow leaf on her head; an old horse, an old man, with an old leaf, and they walked on the avenue into the city. At the crossing, I gradually saw a figure, and gradually saw that person smoking, and two miles and a half came towards me.With his long face and swaying body, he looked a bit like a docile ape.He said: "Oh! You got up too early! Is there anything you can do to go into the city? Why, drive the horse into the city without loading the carts and pulling it?"

Shaking up her sleeves and stroking the hair around her ears back, Wang Po's hands trembled and said: "It's time! Let's go to the soup pot!" Wang Po was not in any mood, she watched the horse eating Leaves by the road. She drove on with the twigs again. Erliban felt very sad.He was convulsed.Turning around after a while, he rushed up and said: "You can't put it in the soup pot,...you can't put it in the soup pot..." But what to do?There is not even half a sentence of language in Erliban!He stepped forward crookedly, and ran his hand through the horse's mane.

The old horse snorted immediately!Its eyes were crying, moist and blurred.Sadness immediately passed through Wang Po's heart hole.With a hoarse voice, Wang Po said: "Forget it! Forget it! If you don't eat the pot, aren't you waiting to starve to death?" The trees with bare leaves in late autumn whistled as if they had lost their souls because of the severe wind changes.The horse was walking in front, and Wang Po followed behind, and the slaughterhouse was approaching step by step; step by step, the wind sent the old horse back. Wang Po thought to herself: How can a person become so powerful?When you were young, didn't you often send old horses or cows to the slaughterhouse?She shivered, imagining that the butcher's knife would pass through her back, so the short branch in her hand fell off!She stopped dazed and dazed by the side of the road, her hair dancing like a ghost.When she picked up the short branches again, the old horse was gone!It went to the small ditch in front to drink water!

This is the last time it drinks water!The old horse needs to drink water, and it also needs to rest, lying down by the ditch! It breathes slowly.The queen mother called in a low, kind voice: "Get up! Go into the city, what can I do?" The horse was still lying on its back.Wang Po saw that it was noon, and wanted to rush back to cook lunch, but no matter how much she pulled the rein, the horse still didn't move. Wang Po is angry!She beat it up with a stub.Even though he got up, the old horse was still greedy for the small ditch.Wang Po was prone to rage because of her painful life, and the branch broke in half on the horse's spine.

Walking safely on the road again!Pass by some desolate houses, pass by several small ruined temples.In front of a small temple lay a dead child, bound with bundles of corn and straw.The top of the child's small head is exposed, and the poor little feet stick out from the grass. Whose family is he, sleeping in front of this small temple in the wilderness? The abattoir was approaching, and the city gate was in front of her eyes; Wang Po's heart couldn't stop turning. It was also a young horse five years ago, and it was damaged so that only the fur covered the skeleton for farming.

Now it is old!It's the end of autumn!The harvest is over!It's useless!Only for a piece of horse hide, the owner had the heart to send it to the slaughterhouse.It is the value of a piece of horse hide, and the landlord wants to take it away from the Wang Po. Wang Po's heart felt as if it was hanging; as if it was about to fall, when she saw a piece of cowhide nailed to the board wall.The little street was full of crumbling houses; women and children were scattered on both sides.The ashes kicked up from the ground soaked up the shoes and rushed up people's nostrils.The children lifted clods of dirt or rubbish balls to hit the horses, and Wang Po scolded: "Damn it! You bloody bunch."

It's a short street.At the end of the short street, open two black doors.When you get closer, you can see the bloodstains on the door leaf.The old woman who was frightened by the bloodstains seemed to be stepping on the execution ground herself!She tried her best to suppress herself, not to let some memories of the execution ground she saw when she was young be flipped.However, the memories began to weave one after another—a young man fell down, and an old man fell down too! The person wielding the knife made a gesture towards the third person. Like arrows and thorns burning Wang Po, she couldn't see that group of children beating horses, and she forgot how to scold those naughty children.Walking, walking, standing in the center of the courtyard.Numerous furs are pinned to the four-paneled walls.Two tall poles were erected near the eaves, with a beam in the middle of the poles; the hooves of horses or cows were folded off and tied together with hemp ropes, making a fork and hanging on them, and the clumps of intestines also Stir it on top; the intestines are dried into black immobile and stiff flaky cords because of the time.And those broken leg bones, some were dripping blood from the broken place.

There are also tall poles standing against the wall on the south side, and the heads of the poles are basking in the steam.This means that the animal was killed not long ago!The intestines are still hot! The whole courtyard is evaporating the fishy smell. In this smelly world, Wang Po is about to turn into a piece of lead!Heavy and no feeling anymore! The old horse--the brown horse, stood alone under the board wall, scratching with the help of the nailed pelt.It is still a horse now, and it will be a hide after a while! An evil face with big eyes ran out, with his chest cracked.When it speaks, its chest can be seen rising and falling.

"Did you bring it? Ah! The price is easy to negotiate, so I can take a look." Wang Po said: "Give me some money and I'll leave! Don't bother." The man hit the horse on the tail and kicked the horse's hooves; what a moment it was! Wang Po got three tickets, which can be charged for one mu of land rent.Seeing that the money was more comforting, she lowered her head and walked towards the gate. She wanted to pay back some money to go to the hotel to buy some wine to take home. She had already stepped out of the gate, and there was a voice behind: "No, no,... Let's go!"

Wang Po turned around, and the horse was walking behind again; the horse didn't know anything, and still wanted to go home.Some men came out of the slaughterhouse, those evil faces, trying to carry the horse back, and finally the horse lay on the side of the road!Like the roots of a tree tangled in the ground.Helpless, Wang Po went back to the courtyard, and the horse followed.She scratched the top of the horse's head, and it gradually lay down on the ground!Gradually want to fall asleep!Suddenly Wang Po stood up and ran towards the gate.A door slamming was heard at the crossing. How could she have the heart to buy wine?She came home crying, her sleeves completely soaked.It was like returning from a funeral. The envoys of the landlords at home were waiting at the door, and the landlords never even gave up a single copper coin to the poor peasants. The envoys took the money and left. There is no price for Wang Po's half-day pain!There is no price for the pain of Wang Po's life.