To this day, I believe that the sexual enlightenment of rural children begins with the grooming of pigs.
When the pig groomer appeared at the door, we always sensed the nervousness of our parents and asked them: "What is a pig gelding?" However, they changed their usual amiability and shouted loudly: "Children's home" "What do you want me to ask you?" The pig gelder started to work, and we gathered around happily. The pig was tied up by several villagers. Before the pig gelder quickly took out the cold light, it looked like a carving knife. We were driven aside by our parents. They all said the same thing: "You are so immoral, what are you looking at?" Some rough people joked: "Look, I will make you a eunuch too!" I really didn't understand what was immoral at the time. , only those who scold others for being old and dishonest, and don’t know what a eunuch is. They only know that it is definitely not a good word. Such words can only come out of the mouths of shrews or reckless men in rural areas. But he still refused to leave and secretly climbed to a nearby tall tree to watch the excitement regardless of the danger.
The pig trapped in four hooves screamed miserably. Even if they did not read, the children in the countryside understood the true meaning of the pig-killing wailing. The gelding maker couldn't care about so much. He took off a cloth bag from the waistband of his trousers and unfolded it. The gelding's belongings were all inside, including a hook, shining silver, and a double-headed sharp knife. The blade was thin and shone with cold light. There is also a support made of bamboo strips in the shape of a bow, with hooks on both sides, like a bow and arrow without a string. Seeing these dangerous tools, our hearts tightened, our legs trembled, and we almost fell down from the tree. However, the pig gelder was calm, holding a knife with one hand and stepping on the pig's hooves with one foot, even making gestures. Without any gestures, the knife went down with one stroke. Suddenly, a half-inch incision appeared between the pig's back and abdomen. The pig gelder did not stop, he quickly opened the support and hung the hook on the wound. When the wound opened a gap, he inserted the knife and hook into the pig's body and fiddled with it for a few times. Then he followed the hands of the pigger and took it out cleanly. Then the prop was taken, and then the parents handed over a handful of fire ashes from the stove. The pig groomer took some and sprinkled it on the pig's wound with a splash. The thrilling pig grooming took place in just two or three minutes. Within a few seconds, it was over!
The pig's wailing sound also stopped with a snapping sound. The pig, with its hooves loosened, lay on the ground and twisted a few times, grunted twice, then staggered to its feet, and miraculously went to look for food. We watched from the side, not daring to express our anger. At this time, our minds were filled with many strange thoughts and questions. While marveling at the magic of the pig gelder, we felt sympathy for the pig that had been stabbed, and also I thought: Why are pigs not afraid of pain? That’s a solid stab! Thinking about it, his hands were still gesticulating on his body, and he couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.
The pig brings us joy by causing pain. On this day, there will be an extra meat dish on the dinner table, stir-fried pig testicles with small peppers. Our own pigs were grown little by little by picking pig grass from everywhere. We ate the meat that fell from our own pigs, and it was meat from a special part. Although it seemed a bit strange, in that era when food and clothing were still hard to feed. , this plate of meaty dishes is still full of temptation for us. The old people did not touch their chopsticks at this time. They chanted "Amitabha" in their mouths, or said softly: "What a sin!", and after a pause, they said "This damn pig groomer!" as if it was a scolding, It seemed like he was mumbling to himself.
Gathering a pig is something that must never be done, and of course it is a sin. If a pig groomer commits a sin, it is normal for him to be scolded by others. Therefore, some gods and Buddhas are usually enshrined in the piggathering family, and they receive incense from the piggroom to pray for blessings and eliminate disasters. It is said that the statue of Yang Jianzhi, the "Erlang God" in the novel "Feng Shen Bang", is worshiped the most by the piggroom. Yes, just because the weapon used by Yang Jian is a "three-pointed two-edged gun", which is very similar to the double-edged sharp knife used by the piggatherer. There are also cases where praying to Buddha doesn't work. This is the case of the pig gelder who often comes to the village. He gave birth to four daughters in a row. He almost went crazy thinking about a son, but the fifth one was still a girl.
When people in the village met him, they joked: You! If you let others die, God will let you die too!
The next year, when he came to our village as before, he suddenly became much older. He is just a middle-aged man in his forties, but he has an unshaven beard and a pair of bags under his eyes, floating like fish bubbles. His burly body is still there, but he has lost his former air when he walks. He is hunched and crawling, like a withered vine that has lost its moisture. . The villagers still called him to groom the pigs, but he was no longer as agile as before. The hand holding the knife seemed to be trembling, and the pigs also suffered disaster in his hands, struggling and howling in severe pain. Others looked on and sighed: Hey! Sorry for my little piggy! There were also discussions, mostly about the topic of a grooming pig, "He gritted his teeth and gave birth to a sixth child, but it was still a girl." "He! He deserves it, this is retribution!"
In the third year, he finally disappeared. He heard that he had gone to a very far away place, but he didn't believe that he had never done anything harmful to nature except grooming pigs in his life. He made offerings to Buddha every day, so God must be good at life and would bless him to have a son. I have no way of knowing whether he had a son. I only know that in the fourth year, another young pig gelder came to the village. He seemed to have learned everything about pig gelding without any teacher. No, he should be better than the previous pig gelder. More efficient, higher technology.
In this way, this young pig gelder walked on the road in the countryside with high spirits, measuring every corner of the countryside with his footsteps. However, the spring grass in this countryside dries up every year and becomes green every year, and the piglets in the countryside grow up and give birth to piglets, one after another! I don’t know how many times he can see green grass and yellow grass, or how many times he can take care of piglets!