The weather was bad, there was a haze, nothing could be seen clearly, but some shadows could be seen, which made people feel uneasy.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh!"
The pigherder driving the pigs carries a bag on his back and holds a slender bamboo pole in his hand. A slender yellow whip is tied to the pole, and he whips the pigs in front of him, urging the pigs to move quickly.
The pigs walked very slowly, and even if they were urged, their hooves were weak, their two legs were fighting, and they were humming sadly, as if they had already met their fate.
The pigherder frowned and picked up a green-skinned pig that was walking slowly and whipped it hard. The whip was not very strong, but the green-skinned pig screamed violently and rolled and crawled faster.
"Things that remember eating but not fighting."
His eyes were like those of a hawk, scanning left and right. If there was any pig that had stopped moving forward or was about to leave the herd, he would stretch out his whip and whip it hard.
He stood behind the pigs, but the whip could be extended extremely long to control the dozens of pigs.
As night fell, the swineherd finally approached the inn not far from the official road.
When the pigherd drove the pig to the inn, the waiter immediately negotiated with him and asked, "Where are you driving the pig?"
The pigherder laughed and said: "I am a pig farmer from Liujiazhuang. The old man in the county is celebrating his birthday. He bought sixteen pigs from me and was about to send them to them."
The waiter looked at the pigs, made an abacus, and said: "You pigs can only be kept in the backyard, but it will cost extra, and we will have to work hard to clean them up tomorrow."
The swineherd cupped his hands and said calmly: "It should, it should."
The waiter reached out for a guide, and after checking it, he took him to see the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper nodded, and the waiter led the swineherd into the yard through the back door.
Looking at the fat and strong pigs, the waiter sighed: "You are a good pig raiser. At this age, people don't have enough to eat, but you can keep the pigs so fat."
The pigherder chuckled and said, "This is a family skill. Otherwise, how would I be able to eat this bowl of rice? Who am I, a pig farmer? The one who eats pigs is the boss."
The waiter in the shop said with envy: "Which old man is the birthday boy? I wonder if I can ask for a bite of meat?"
The pigherder said: "Don't even think about it. The longevity of the county magistrate's family is beyond our reach."
The waiter had no choice but to give up and wondered: "Why do you pigs have yellow hair, green hair, gray hair, and black hair?"
The pig farmer said: "The pig breeds are different. The yellow-haired meat is tender, the green-haired meat is fat, the gray-haired meat is firm, and the black-haired meat is fragrant. My family's method of raising pigs, cross-breeding pig breeds, can produce different pigs." pig."
The waiter in the shop was envious and greedy. He reached out and patted a green pig on the head and said: "Then you must eat green pig, the fat meat will taste better."
The green-haired pig snorted twice and shed tears.
The waiter was startled and asked, "Why is the pig still crying?"
The swineherd said: "After raising pigs for a long time, they will inevitably understand human nature. When they know they are going to die, they will naturally cry."
The waiter rubbed his hands and said, "Oh, that's pitiful too."
The swineherd drove the pigs into the backyard and said: "Who is not pitiful? You are not pitiful or I am not pitiful."
The waiter nodded and said: "As a human being, you should be like a cow or a horse. You should die early and be born early."
After placing the pigs properly, the swineherd cracked his whip and said, "Let me live in peace at night."
The waiter laughed and said, "Can pigs understand?"
The wrinkles on the pigherd's face wrinkled, and he grinned with a strange smile and said, "Maybe you understand?"
The waiter thought he was joking and took him into the inn.
The swineherd spent a lot of money and served a lot of food and wine, which made the shopkeeper happy and invisible.
Before going to bed, the swineherd took another look at the pigs and counted the pigs before going to sleep. Soon, the old shopkeeper couldn't stand it anymore and went to rest first. Only the waiter was still guarding the inn.
In the middle of the night, I heard the sound of scratching on the door. It was the sound of fingernails scratching on the door, which scared the waiter in the store.
The waiter opened the door and saw a green-skinned pig standing in front of the door, looking at him with tearful eyes. All the other pigs have gone to sleep peacefully, only the green-skinned pig is still in front of you.
The waiter said "Hey" and said, "Can pigs still scratch the door?" He was about to close the door, but as soon as the door was closed, the green-skinned pig started scratching the door again.
The waiter opened the door, stretched out his hand and said, "Go away, stay here for a while, you'll be fine tomorrow."
The green-skinned pig was driven back two steps by him, but as soon as he closed the door, he started scratching the door again. The waiter was so angry that he opened the door and said, "What do you want to do? Don't scratch the door! I'll be the first to kill you for meat tomorrow."
The green-skinned pig just cried silently, and the ground was wet.
The waiter was really surprised and said, "You can't really understand human speech, can you?"
The green-skinned pig lowered his head, knelt down on his front hooves, and bowed to him.
The waiter in the shop felt his scalp numb and said, "Do you really understand? Don't do this. I can't help you. You're missing a pig. If you investigate tomorrow, it might cost me my life."
The green-skinned pig had no choice but to stand up, bow his head and cry.
Being spiritual like this makes it even more frightening, and the fact that you have to kill and eat meat makes people feel even more uncomfortable from the bottom of their hearts.
"It's pitiful." The waiter clasped his hands together and bowed, and said, "You will die early and be born early."
The green-skinned pig arched his legs and opened its mouth wide at him.
The waiter was so frightened that he took two steps back. The green-skinned pig did not chase him, but just drank from his empty mouth.
The waiter asked: "Are you hungry or thirsty?"
The green-skinned pig still made the same move. The waiter couldn't bear it and said, "I'll ask you to eat something to make you a full man."
He ran to the cupboard and pulled out a dry steamed bun, poured a bowl of water and gave it to the green pig.
"The steamed buns I saved will be cheaper for you." The waiter placed the steamed buns in front of the green pig and put the bowl on the ground.
The green-skinned pig ignored the dry steamed buns and went to drink water first. After finishing the bowl of water, the green-skinned pig made a growl in its stomach and suddenly fell to the ground, its whole body twitching.
The waiter was scared to death and said, "What's wrong with you? Don't die. What will I do if you die?"
But the green-skinned pig was not dead, it was just twisted and began to deform. The fat and fat body shrank rapidly, and the bones and flesh under the skin shrank even faster. The swinging green skin folded and suddenly turned into a green dress.
The pig's trotters continued to shrink and turned into a pair of white hands, and the pig's head also turned into the appearance of a young man.
The waiter turned pale with fear, and the child turned into a pig whispered: "I am not a pig, I am a human. I was abducted by the pigherder and turned into a pig through evil magic. Don't make any noise and take me to report to the official."
The waiter's expression suddenly changed, and he was still doubtful. He took the boy with him and was about to pass by the inn to report to the official.
But as soon as he turned around, he bumped into a tall middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man was wearing a swineherd's clothes and said, "Let's go? Where are we going?"
The child's face suddenly turned pale, and he shook off his hand and turned to run away.
The waiter still wanted to fight with him, but the middle-aged man only breathed at him, and he fell to the ground in a daze.
The middle-aged man took out the whip attached to his back and pulled it out violently. The whip suddenly extended and whipped the child to the ground.
The middle-aged man walked slowly to the child and asked strangely: "Everyone else has been tricked, why are you still awake?"
