Chapter 10 Eightieth night sheep cannibalism

This is not a story about ghosts and ghosts, but it shows that humans are actually more terrifying and cruel than ghosts. Even a docile animal like a sheep may turn into a wolf under the influence of humans. Just like Thomas.Moore wrote in a book called: "The sheep are very tame and have little desire, but now they become very greedy and fierce, and even want to eat people, and they want to flatten our fields. , houses and cities". The origin of the matter came from the fact that I got a long-lost one-week vacation, packed up my luggage and necessary items, said a brief farewell to my colleagues, and left the city where I was. I have always yearned for me to travel around freely like Ji Yan, I finally got a short chance to change my life, so I am very happy. Of course, it is a pity that Luo Lei cannot accompany me. As the person in charge of the column, she cannot leave.But she still told me that July 15th is approaching, so it's better to be careful when going out.

However, when I was hesitant about how to squander this wealth of time, which is the most common but most precious to urbanites, a college classmate suddenly invited me to the countryside where he lived.He is an ordinary student who came out of the village, he is not as outstanding as in ordinary love novels, and he has never met a rich girl who appreciates his talent, let alone put his arms around his shoulders and yell "do you love me or not?" ,I have nothing.Of course, it is even more impossible for him to stage a vigorous love affair. In short, he may disappoint everyone. He is just an ordinary rural teacher.

In fact, he doesn't need to go back, and he is not very willing, but this is a promise - the whole village contributes to help him go to college. Maybe you will say that there are student loans?But growing up in the city, how can we understand the self-esteem that refuses to take the food that is cheap and the helplessness between the future and dignity? Once we accept the money, it will undoubtedly be branded on ourselves. Speaking of ungrateful, what's more, the meager money is only prepared for the students from the poorest families or those who have been admitted to prestigious universities. My classmate neither went to a poor family nor did he do very well in the exam, so in comparison, he would rather accept it. Donations from the folks, or a deal is more appropriate.In the end, he promised to come back and educate those children with wide eyes and sniveling noses. Although college life had changed him to some extent, he still made the decision to go back when he was looking for a job.

"A man's promise cannot be given indiscriminately. Since he has given it, he must fulfill it to the end, unless I die." When I asked him why, the classmate replied with a smile. Three years later, since he took the initiative to invite me, it seems that at least he is doing well. I have always been tired of visiting those so-called man-made landscapes, but everything that has been processed has lost its soul. According to some people As the saying goes, things are not living things, and scenery is not living scenery, just like the well-made specimen that can be faked, it is always a specimen.

His village is not very far away, which is one of the reasons why I am willing to go. After all, the one-week vacation is limited, and I need to allocate it and optimize it.After six hours of high-speed train and more than two hours of bumpy bus journey, I saw the village in the night with exhaustion. It is not so much a village as it is a huge green grassland. I almost thought that I had arrived in the vast Inner Mongolia. The sheep pens and patches of pastures built around me were very surprised. Could it be suitable for raising sheep here? When I was confused, a tall and plain man came from not far away, and the shadow behind him stretched very long, like a black sword, piercing into the village.

I didn't recognize him until I came close, not because of the gloomy sky, because his appearance has changed too much. When he was in college, he was very thin. Although he was tall, he often hunched his body like a prawn. His sunken eye sockets were always full of indescribable sadness and depression, like a mass of thick ink that could not be melted away. , but now he is full of self-confidence and pride, or to put it bluntly, he looks like a nouveau riche. I suddenly wondered what happened to him in the past three years. "Ouyang, I've been waiting for you at the entrance of the village for a long time." He strode over and took my bag with one hand, but I don't know why, I refused, firstly, the things are not very heavy, and secondly, I never let others carry my bag habit.He didn't mind either, and still happily pulled me forward.

His hand was so hard that it almost pinched my arm that was almost atrophied due to long-term typing.When I walked in, I could only smell the soap-like scent of the pasture and the smell of sheep.There seem to be very few people here, I find it a bit strange, but they seem to be much richer than other villagers, I casually looked around, and every family lives in houses that look like buildings and villas in the city, and they dock in the courtyard It is no longer bicycles or tractors, but motorcycles and cars. It suddenly occurred to me that this village is not a relatively poor place, so much can be changed in three years?

"All this is due to these lovely sheep." My friend pulled me to a place where the buildings were more formal and grand than other villagers' houses. I looked up and found that it was the local village committee. Surprised, more questions. "What's going on?" I asked as I followed him in. "I'll take you to the village chief first." He didn't answer me, but happily pulled me in. The inside is more spacious, and the luxurious decoration even exceeds that of the newspaper office I work in, so it can be compared with the city government.At the corner of the floor, I saw the local village head introduced by my classmates, a middle-aged man with a fat head but a short stature. A cigarette, hands behind back.While chatting with another person, the village chief was wearing a suit, but it was not very appropriate. The long skirts and stacked trousers made him look like a comedian.Instead of a decent shirt and tie inside the open suit, what made me laugh and cry was that it was actually a sleeveless white jacket.The scene was no less than seeing a person eating rice with a knife and fork.

The person talking to the village chief had gold-rimmed eyes, with bulging white and black eyeballs, a long and narrow face, and a pointed and smooth chin without a beard, which kept lighting up like a chicken pecking at rice. He carried a dark black briefcase under his arm, and the two seemed to be discussing or reaching an agreement. "Then it's settled, the price can't be compromised anymore, Mr. Wu, we are also a poor village, everyone is counting on these beasts to eat and live." Although the village chief's words were very humble, but the tone was reprimanded by the superiors Just like the subordinates, the one who is called Mr. Wu just agreed, and when he saw us coming, he left immediately with interest. When he went out, he looked at me, hesitated, and pushed the eyes on the bridge of his nose. , suddenly raised his head high, snorted from the toothpick-like slender bridge of his nose, brushed his shoulders and went out.Just when I thought this person was unreasonable, my classmates pulled me in front of the village head.

"This is my best classmate in college. He is the one I often mention as a reporter in the city." The classmate introduced happily. soot. "Oh, it turned out to be a big reporter. Xiao Liang often mentioned you to me. This time you come here, you must report on our village well and do some publicity." Then, he said a few more polite words, and the classmate led me. out. "Your village gets rich by raising sheep?" I remembered that although my classmate studied computer in college, he preferred to go to the library to read books on biological crop breeding, and he did quite a lot of research.

"Yes, but not all. I'll take you to see it right away." There was mystery on his face, and I couldn't figure out what it was. When I came downstairs, I saw a car driving out of the village. It seemed that this was Mr. Wu's car. My classmate took me to a huge sheep shed with a cable-stayed triangular roof, which is good for heat dissipation, and the ground is smooth without any cracks or potholes, and most of them are flat, presumably for the excrement of sheep. For gathering purposes, the sheep shed is in an inverted triangle shape, with a path accommodating one and a half people on each side. The fence of the sheep shed is 10 to 15 centimeters thick and thin. I touched it and found that it is made of concrete and masonry, and the masonry is gray brick. Far better than the red bricks of today's cities, warm in winter and cool in summer, it seems that sheep are more comfortable than ours. "Whether the construction of the sheep pen is reasonable or not has a great relationship with the growth and development of sheep. For a long time, the agricultural sheep in our area have been raised in free range. Frequent disease, development in spring and summer, and death in autumn and winter, so the reasonable design of the sheep pen is very important. The basic requirements of the sheep pen are ventilated and dry, hygienic and clean, cool in summer and warm in winter. It is convenient for stocking, and the sheep are not easy to be infected with diseases." He talked endlessly. "Although I don't know how to raise sheep, I'm afraid these are just the most basic rules for raising sheep. How does this mean that sheep sell so well here?" I thought of Mr. Wu just now, and suddenly felt a little familiar. "The man you saw is a businessman in the city. Zhuanye wholesales fat mutton. The quantity is very large. Not only him, but many people from all over the country come to us. In three years, this village has suddenly become a well-known wealthy village. , Many people have turned the cultivated land into pastures. For generations, the farmers who have turned their backs to the loess and leaned on the ground have thrown away their hoes and started raising sheep. People around them have followed suit. Unfortunately, their sheep cannot be raised as well as they are. Mine are just as good." He spread his hands disdainfully—this was a habit he had in college, and he liked to do it whenever he was very happy or victorious. "Your sheep?" I asked strangely. "Yes, my sheep." His face changed, and his teeth were clenched, as if he were harboring hatred, as if we were not referring to the sheep, but to his son, or a part of the body. "My sheep is not only delicious, people who have eaten the mutton here are full of praise, and compared with other mutton, it is simply superior to other mutton. Even the reproductive and growth capabilities are much better than ordinary sheep. The average adult sheep It can be fattened and ready for slaughter in 60 days, but mine only needs 40 days.” The classmate continued to speak slowly, but the night wind made me suddenly feel chilly all over my body. Ever since I entered the village, I always seemed to feel There is a pair of eyes staring at me.Moreover, the owner of the eyes does not seem to be a human being. "Do you know why I called you here? As the village chief said, I need more people to know about this place. You are a living billboard. I have investigated and your newspaper has a good influence. As long as you help me, Do a newspaper report on the breeding industry here, and the village and I will never treat you badly, and even allow you to own a piece of grassland and sheep here." He sounded begging, but in reality his tone was tough, and there was no need to refuse. I calculated in my head, such a flock of sheep has at least a hundred or eighty sheep, and there is even a piece of good grass, which sounds very attractive. "I want to know more about how you raise your sheep? And don't you want to be a teacher? What about those children who should be around you like elves? Where are those students who are thirsty for knowledge?" I asked aloud Xiao Liang was stunned for a while, and suddenly laughed loudly, and the laughter echoed in the empty sheep house and grassland. "Good question, I can tell you that if they are really what you said, there is no difference between me and them, including my grandparents, even my descendants, and the lambs waiting to be slaughtered in the sheepfold." I was very puzzled by what he said, and Liang seemed to be able to see it. He sat down beside the sheepfold, leaning against the wall of the sheep house, and I sat down too. "In the first year, I really came back and wanted to teach well. I hoped that they could go to elementary school, junior high school, high school and university like me, and even fly abroad to study abroad. But soon, I found that I was wrong. The so-called proud son of heaven who crossed the dragon gate like me is actually no more useful than a stud sheep in the village. One of my students raised sheep at home. At that time, sheep were raised in the village just like chickens and ducks. It was purely for food and clothing. Moreover, the poor mountains and rivers, grass-fed and yellow, and the lack of scientific management of breeding technology, so there was only one sheep here. All of them were thin and dry, with low-quality fur. The student was called back to be raised by his father and was not studying. I ran to his house angrily and asked him why he didn’t let the child continue to study. Instead, I was scolded by him. . He suddenly smiled wryly, then turned to me and asked, "Do you know what he said?" "Of course I shook my head. "What kind of thing are you? I asked my son to herd sheep, and at least he could learn to make a living. Even if it's not good enough, he can be a shepherd. What about you? You spent so much money in the village to study in a crappy university. Isn't it like this? The village Are you in any light again? After I listened to it, I naturally argued with him, but he couldn't say no, so I pulled the child out of the room and let him choose. The child lowered his head and put his hands behind his back. I almost pinned all my ambitions in the front of my body on him. I hoped that the principles and sacrifices I insisted on would be rewarded, but the result was that the child said There is no hope of reading, teacher, please let me come back. I don't know how I walked out of the house amid the scolding and ridicule of the child's father, and how I floated back to my room like a ghost. I thought a lot that night, and almost felt that I was worse than a sheep alive, but , Later I figured it out, instead of waiting for those children to grow up and come back to build here, it is better to make this village rich by myself. "Liang said firmly. "But you have to know that raising people is different from raising children, and you won't see it until many years later." I refuted him. "Of course I know, but it's better to rely on myself than to pin my hopes on others." Liang continued, and then lit a cigarette. Surrounded by the smoke, I suddenly found that the sheep behind me actually came to us Sniffing the smoke with closed eyes, he barked a few times as if enjoying himself, and although the other sheep were gnawing on the forage, they ate very slowly, as if it was difficult to swallow. "So I started to raise sheep, but I found that even according to the knowledge I learned from books, I couldn't change the long-standing poverty of the village, and the real hands-on was far from the plain text in books. When I was distressed , I think of a story I accidentally thought of in college, no, it’s more appropriate to call it a legend than a story.” He suddenly opened his mouth and smiled, the pointed beard on his long chin, in the moonlight He really has a sheep-like face under the color, and I just discovered that there is a light purple granulation wound on his neck. The wound is not very sharp and narrow, it does not seem to be a knife wound, but why is it on the neck. "Do you know what day tomorrow is?" He suddenly changed the subject and turned to ask me. I saw the moon, it was very round. "It's either the first day or the fifteenth day of junior high school." I replied casually, not understanding why he asked this. "Do you know the animal god? The birthday of the animal god is July 15th." He said mysteriously. I have heard a little about the sheep god. It is said that all the animals in the world have the same ancestor, that is the animal god, so July 15th is the birthday of the animal god. "People who get the animal god will have smooth sailing no matter what kind of animals they raise, far better than others." Liang said again. "You got the beast god?" I shouted in surprise.Liang nodded, but shook his head again. "What's going on?" I continued to ask. "It's not so much that I got the Beast God, it's better to say that it taught me how to raise good sheep." Liang smiled proudly. "Following the guidance of the legend, I sat alone in the wild on July 15th three years ago. It is said that only on that day, animals were not allowed to be killed, and they had to be treated well. And on that night, it is said that the animal gods would come to the farmers. Let the family see how their livestock are growing, and the farmers have not killed them. If the animal god is happy, then the family will naturally prosper. Otherwise, plagues will occur and disasters will continue. I hope to see the animal god that day, because I want to know how to raise sheep better than ordinary people. But when it was almost three o'clock, I suddenly fell asleep inexplicably, because I was relying on the animal gods such as the sheep pen, so my head was naturally tilted inside.At first I was afraid of falling asleep, so I took a book to read, but I fell asleep unconsciously with the book covering my face. In the middle of the night, I had a dream. I dreamed of the Beast God. I asked him how to raise sheep differently, but he replied that he would naturally know when he woke up from the dream. Then I woke up with a pain in my neck. I woke up and touched it, and found that my neck was covered with blood. It turned out that a sheep saw the paper and ate it immediately, and accidentally bit my neck. Of course I felt very unlucky, so I had no choice but to go back to recuperate. As for the animal god, I forgot about it. But soon, I found that the sheep that bit me suddenly grew much fatter than the other sheep, and its coat color was pure and bright, and it was quite energetic. Finally, I realized that maybe feeding the sheep with meat can make the sheep grow better. "Liang continued. "You're crazy." I looked at the person in front of me in surprise. "Yes, I am crazy. If you have the same experience as me, growing up in discrimination and poverty, you may also be crazy. I did this for everyone. Under my promotion, people here soon all engaged in Raising sheep, no one is going to work hard, and in the coming year, I still hope that there will be no natural disasters and man-made disasters, but I can only get a pitiful 1,800 yuan to maintain the food and clothing of the family. Everyone is rich, and all the farmland has been confiscated for pasture. , Those who don’t want to raise sheep let them go. The pasture needs a lot of land. The village head and I have a showdown with the villagers. Many people don’t want to raise sheep, so I have to rely on the power of the village head to force them away and buy them at a low price. into their land." Liang's face was so cruel that I had never seen it before. "What's the difference between you and the enclosure movement of the sixteenth century?" I stood up, and Liang also stood up. "Of course it's different. They are for the interests of the nobles, but I am for the livelihood of the whole village." He countered dissatisfied. "Forget it, I don't want to talk anymore, you'd better find a bed for me to lie down for the night, and I'll leave at dawn." "What about the report?" Liang asked me without giving up. I looked at him and shook my head.He also sighed, suddenly relaxed. "I knew you wouldn't agree, that's good, at least I know that there is at least one person who follows his principles of life and hasn't changed. Let's go after dinner tomorrow morning. The mutton here is still very delicious. I will pick it up from the university. You often invited me to eat boiled mutton." His appearance seemed to have returned to a few years ago, and I couldn't bear to refuse any more, so I agreed. Lying on the bed, Liang has already walked out of the room, but even here, I seem to be able to smell the unique smell of sheep and hear the bleating of sheep. Unable to fall asleep, I had to get up again, and suddenly found at the door The figure of Liang.He walked over in a hurry, and seemed to be holding something shiny in his hand. I followed me closely, but he quickly walked to a place far from the entrance of the village, a low square that did not match the tall buildings in the village, and was so dilapidated that it seemed that a gust of wind could blow it away. Liang walked into the room, and I followed him and looked through the gap in the window. I saw Liang walking towards something, it seemed to be a sheep, but it didn't seem to be, because the thing lying on the ground was much bigger than a sheep, and its eyes were lifeless and bright, straight to the side. Looking straight at Xiaoliang. Liang walked over, clasped his hands together, bowed deeply, didn't know what to say, and then he actually raised his hand, which turned out to be a sharp knife. He slowly cut down on the thing, and the thing didn't seem to feel pain and didn't move. Liang's movements were like those waiters who slowly cut a thin piece of duck meat from a Peking duck. After a while, he held a piece of skin-like meat in his hand, and then continued to put his hands together, backed out, and disappeared into the In the darkness. When he was gone, I entered the house. It turned out that it was a black sheep, and it was very big, but the back of the sheep had been cut so that only the bones were left, but there was no bleeding, and the sheep did not move. "What the hell is this?" I couldn't help asking. "It's a beast god." Liang's voice sounded from behind.I turned around sharply and found that he was holding a knife in his left hand and the piece of meat in his right hand. "I actually know that you are outside, but you need to be very religious when you cut the flesh, so I don't know." "You said this is a beast god? How could a god be like this?" I asked in surprise. "Then what do you think God looks like? That's all I know. In fact, it can only be regarded as part of the Beast God, or it is a deal between me and the Beast God. In other words, it is a commodity. I told you that three years ago I knew that I had to feed sheep with flesh and blood, but the sheep were only slightly better than ordinary people, but I was not satisfied, so I continued to investigate the matter of animal gods, and finally I I understand that if you want to raise the sheep like this, you must feed them the meat of the beast god, mixed in the forage. Maybe sincerity is true, I met a blind expert, he taught me how to communicate with animal gods, finally, I got this black sheep, as you can see, it doesn't know pain, and it won't bleed, You only need to cut a small piece of meat each time to feed thousands of sheep, and as you can see, there is a lot of oil here, just like the inexhaustible wool on the sheep. "Liang continued. "Since it's a business, what do you pay for it?" I asked him. "Pay? I don't know. The animal god just said that there is no limit to what can be done. Never mind him, maybe the more people in the world raise livestock, the better it will be for him." Liang replied. "Blind tall man? Is he tall and thin, with a dead spirit on his body?" I couldn't help asking him, because I suddenly remembered a person. "Oh? Do you know him? Although he is blind, he can move freely. If I hadn't looked into his eyes, I would have doubted him at all." Liang said with a smile, but the hand holding the knife moved closer to me. "Then what are you going to do with me now? Are you going to chop it up and mix it with fodder to feed the sheep like this black sheep?" I asked, Liang stopped moving, hesitated, and the corners of his mouth began to twitch non-stop.When we were in a stalemate, suddenly there was a loud shout in the distance. "It's on fire! The meadow is on fire!" Liang and I rushed out of the house without thinking, and sure enough, not far away, flames shot into the sky. "Sheep! My sheep!" Liang rushed over like crazy, completely ignoring me.I followed him to put out the fire, but when I ran to the village, the pasture was almost burnt out, and all the sheep in the sheep house were burned to death, and the air was filled with choking flesh and charred charcoal taste. Everyone seemed to have lost their souls, ignoring the treatment of their burns and the soot on their faces, and sat on the ground in frustration.They seem to have lost all sensory functions, and they can't hear anything. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a car driving. Although it was faint, I could still distinguish it, but neither Liang nor the villagers responded. A red car drove towards the house where the black sheep were locked. That car was so familiar, I finally remembered that it was Mr. Wu's car. I immediately called Liang and rushed towards the house. Sure enough, the black sheep was gone. "It's gone, it's all gone." Liang leaned against the house and collapsed on the ground, and I knew it was useless to say anything at this moment. After dawn, I said goodbye to Liang, who hadn't recovered from the blow. "Are you going to ask the beast god to give you another black sheep?" I asked him. "No, all the pastures have been burned, but the land seems to be much more fertile, and maybe it is more suitable for growing food. I will study hard and take my time." Liang seems to have returned to the past. "It's not terrible for sheep to eat people, don't let people's hearts be eaten too." I smiled and patted him on the shoulder, and he smiled back and punched me back. When I left the village, I just remembered that a year ago I wrote a report on the reselling of spoiled mutton by the infinite butcher, and the butcher behind the scenes was a guy named Wu De. Later, I heard that this person raised a large number of sheep by himself in a barren village. Unfortunately, an accident happened shortly afterwards. It is said that everyone disappeared, and the flock of sheep disappeared. Only good people said that the pasture was eaten Exhausted, but also found a few bones sticking minced meat.