Zhu Dachang, whose real name is Zhu Dachang, is a butcher. A mimeograph with a radius of one meter. Every first, fourth, and seventh is the market day of Dog Street, at four o'clock in the morning, he got up, lit a fire, boiled water and sharpened his knife, poured a bowl of corn wine, and opened the door of the pigsty. The pig was still snoring and sleeping. Tightening the hind feet of the two pigs, exerting force suddenly, the pig weighed more than two hundred catties, and he was forced to lift it upside down, twisting the pig's head, shaking the fat pig body, waving its front legs and neighing non-stop.The pig's large intestine dragged its hind legs, cursing "shitty" as it retreated. The pig struggled desperately, intending to escape from the gate of life and death and return to the dark and smelly nest to continue growing, but all struggles were in vain. In vain, Pig Dachang swung the two thick arms vigorously, smashing the pig onto the slaughtering stool, and then rushed up to grab the pig's ears.

Before the pig had time to react, the slender butcher's knife had already pierced its throat, and the pig's large intestine pressed its knee against the pig's heart, preventing the pig from exerting any strength, and the wailing sound rang out long and short along with the blood flow.As soon as the people nearby heard the howling of pigs, they knew that the food could be improved again today. After putting out the pig's blood, Pig Dachang squatted down and hugged the newly dead pig horizontally with a "hey", poured it back and forth in the boiling water pot, plucked the pig's bristles, scraped the skin with a planer, and then carried it up to the big pig. Hanging on the iron hook, disembowelling, disembowelment, intestines, and viscera were completed, and it was almost six o'clock.There are no superstitious rules for killing pigs with large intestines. He never drinks Chaotou blood, which is very fishy.

Some people say that let the pig intestines take off their clothes and wipe it in the pot once, it is a pot of oily soup, two circles can fry frangipani, three circles can fry peanuts, four circles... what do you say? ... Want to have a deep-fried living person?It would be strange if Zhu Dachang's wife didn't kill you!His wife is nicknamed Pork Belly, and her knives are so fast that she doesn't even dare to provoke Pig Dachang easily. The pig's large intestine was drunk, and he raised his fat slap and slapped the pork belly. This time he stabbed the hornet's nest. After being hit twice by the sharp knife, Jiu was frightened into a cold sweat, and he ran away. When the pork belly chased the whole dog street, the people on the street laughed: "Pork belly, when did you learn to kill pigs? Kill pigs and kill pigs." Ass, pay attention to the knife skills!" Wuhuarou waved his hands, holding the knife, with a smug smile on his face, and continued to chase and kill with his feet.

It wasn't until Zhu Dachang rushed into the police station screaming "murder my husband", and the police chief himself drew a gun to warn him that a murder was avoided.Since then, everyone in Dog Street has known that Pork Belly is a woman who can't be messed with, and expressed the greatest sympathy for Zhu Dachang; since then, Zhu Dachang fell asleep when he was drunk; since then, people in Dog Street want to see this The performance of the pig-killing duo also came to naught. Pigs with large intestines are fat and strong, and their voices are like thunder: "Although I am a pig killer, I am a gentleman. Do gentlemen know that? A villain behaves like a gentleman, and a gentleman is not ashamed, and a gentleman does not deceive others! I, Zhu Da, have an intestine." It's enough to get through to the end, no matter how old you are, I will never take advantage of you!"

The visitor said with a bitter face: "Zhu Dachang, I know you are a kind person, it's not that I can't trust you! But the pork belly I bought last time I took it out and weighed it, and it was missing two taels!" Before Zhu Dachang could speak, the compasses-like woman next to him jumped up and said, "Fart! I remember you four-eyed chicken, you gave twenty cents less last time you bought meat, so you only deducted two taels last time. " The man wore glasses, he was gentle, and he was wearing an old-fashioned Chinese tunic suit, which was already a little pale from washing. He was carrying two catties of fat meat and said with a bitter face: "Pork belly, you clearly know that I have a bad memory. Every time I come here, there are two catties of pork belly, when was the last time you said?"

Just as Zhu Dachang was about to speak, the woman named Pork Belly stared and scolded: "You gave your memory to a dog? Are you trying to play tricks?" Zhu Dachang's face was flushed red, and with his frog eyes bulging, he roared: "Rotten bitch..." Only halfway through the yelling, the pork belly was twisted on the fat of Zhu Dachang's waist, twisting his eyes and nose into one Dui: "Oh... I miss you..." Pork belly said with a stern face: "You talk again, I will tear off a piece of your meat and feed it to the mangy dog." While talking, he glanced to one side, and twitched the corners of his mouth intentionally or unintentionally, his face full of contempt.

Seeing this, the man knew that he couldn't explain clearly today, so he just waved his hands and said: "Forget it, forget it, you two don't fight, can I accept the debt?" After speaking, he took the meat and walked away quickly. The pork belly saw that the person had left, so he let go of his hand. The pig's large intestines were angry, and just about to get angry, he saw the pork belly holding a bone-chopping knife, and chopped it on the table with a "chuckle", and cut it smoothly. A piece of fat, the large intestine of the pig shivered for no reason, and the anger disappeared in an instant.

Sighing, Zhu Dachang said earnestly, "Mother, you can't be so fussy." Pork belly said disapprovingly: "If you are not in charge, you don't know that oil, rice, salt and tea are expensive. You go to nine games a month, and you only earn seven yuan for a pig. The total is sixty-three yuan, and it is forty yuan for the food station. There are three sons in the family. The eldest is about to graduate from junior high school, and the second is graduating from elementary school. With this mouth, he only knows what to eat. Do you think I’m willing to pick like that? Do you think I’m the kind of picky person? Look at the seedlings from the stockade, they come to buy meat , which time I don’t pay more than two catties?”

Zhu Dachang snorted and said: "Aren't you just asking someone to get you some linen, and they don't give you back in double every now and then? Don't think that I don't know your hard work. The things you take out are so simple? Especially those ethnic minorities who are honest and honest, you should stop taking things from others, some seedlings even have problems eating salt!" While the couple was arguing, a man selling green onions next to him called out, "Is the pig tail off from school?" A seven or eight-year-old boy, carrying a green canvas military bag, ran over bouncingly. The boy was quite handsome, with a pair of black jewel-like eyes set on his round face, and a red mouth pouting. Humming, with a crew cut, Pork Belly turned around and shouted, "Oh, my third son is out of school?" The little boy was very polite and greeted the onion seller first, then turned his head, put his schoolbag Put it down: "Mom, it's not sold out yet? I'm hungry!"

After Zhu Dachang saw his youngest son, the facial features on his face squeezed together, wishing to mobilize all the fat on his face, shining with the light of a loving father, he stretched out his big greasy hand to wipe his son's head, the pork belly saw slapped him on the hand: "Look at your dirty hands, how do you wash your son's hair when it's oily?" Then he turned his head and said softly to the little boy: "San'er, wait a little longer, it will be sold out soon. Mom will give you scrambled eggs and rice later. Zhu Dachang has three sons, the eldest son Zhu Ziming inherited his fat body, nicknamed the pig's head, a bit stupid, always looks slow, but his academic performance is very good.The second child, Zhu Zigui, is thin, cunning, poor at reading, nicknamed Zhugan, just in the fifth grade of primary school, and the eleven-year-old child has learned to fight, only the third child is an outlier, named Zhu Ziqiang, nicknamed pig Tail.Zhu Dachang is a butcher. According to local customs, people like to give people nicknames and so on. No, their family has a relationship with Zhu Quan.

Zhu Ziqiang frowned, and said unhappily: "Dad... your hands are dirty!" Zhu Dachang was furious when he heard the sound: "Dirty, your mother's cunt is dirty! Dog days dislike me 1 Zhu Ziqiang pursed his mouth aggrievedly, and said in a low voice, "I'm your wife..." Just as the pig's intestines were about to go crazy, the pork belly pulled his son and stared at him, cursing: "You think the old lady is dirty, don't you? Fat pig, I think you dare to do it!" Zhu Dachang looked at Zhu Ziqiang with a pair of frog eyes: "I'll deal with you when I go back!" The onion seller next to him smiled and said, "Nowadays, civility and politeness are advocated. You can't swear at every turn." Zhu Dachang said disdainfully: "Fart! It's only natural for me to scold my son!" The man was wearing a shabby Zhongshan suit, with a loyal face, he shook his head and said, "It's wrong for you to teach your son this way, aren't you afraid that he will be as uneducated as you when he grows up?" Zhu Dachang frowned and shouted: "I know you have taught for a few days, Confucius's dick is wrinkled, I don't need you to teach, I still use you to teach my son? Are you interested in going back to teach your idiot young master?" .” The pork belly didn't wait for the other party to get angry, and twisted on the waist of Zhu Dachang again: "What nonsense are you talking about, you stupid pig, this is for San'er's good, the dog bit Lu Dongbin!" Turning his head to the man, he said with a smile: "Mr. Yang Don't mind, he's a speaker with no heart." The man who sells green onions originally graduated from a normal college. He married a wife who was not satisfied with his stomach. He gave birth to two daughters in a row, and the third child was implemented nationwide under family planning, but he was born with a brain-impaired son. , and have to raise a disabled person, this has become a joke among the people in the dog street. The surname Yang snorted: "Zhu Dachang, I know you are impatient, but what I told you just now is right, if my son is as clever as Zhu Tail, I will definitely be able to teach him to go to college!" As soon as the couple heard the word "university", their faces immediately changed. In the early 1980s, college students were simply special-level protected animals. A large area like Dog Street was also ranked well in the county, but there was no one. College students and high school students are rare things, and they can be regarded as high-level intellectuals. Pulled by the fingers of the pork belly, the pig's large intestine said with a smile: "Xiao Yang, hey, don't you think I'm a big bastard? Don't be angry, my brother will accompany you, come on, cut two catties of meat and go back to... "The pain in his waist made his face turn liver-colored. Teacher Yang hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No, no, our whole family doesn't eat fat, so don't be too polite." Pork belly smiled and said: "Brother Yang, you see we don't live far away. Can you help my third son with homework in your free time? We both don't know Chinese characters, so we just hope that these three sons will be able to succeed. An iron rice bowl, we can enjoy happiness in the future."