When I arrived at the farmhouse, I saw a fat and big pig walking around the yard as soon as I entered the door.
Ready to start killing pigs. The old woman went to catch pigs. The pig ran away in fear when he saw the whip in his master's hand. Grandpa hurried to help grandma catch the pig, and the pig was finally caught. Grandpa called some helpers and pushed the pig down on the bench. The uncle in charge of killing pigs picked up an iron knife and quickly passed through the pig's throat until the pig's heart. After uncle took out the knife, we saw blood gushing out, and grandma quickly caught it with a basin. The pig that was alive just now is dying.
Then, everyone carried the pig to the iron pot with a mouthful of boiling water, poured the water on the pig, and after a while, scraped off the pig hair with an iron scraper. The pig dressed in black just now has turned white.
Finally, everyone carried the shaved pig back to the yard and hung it upside down on two wooden stakes. Uncle cut a big hole in his stomach with a sharp knife, and the large intestine and small intestine immediately rolled out from it. The old woman carried the contents of the pig's stomach with a basin, and the uncle put the pork that had been divided into two large pieces flat on a table, then chopped it and bagged it.
I began to eat dinner and looked at the dishes made from pig meat just now. Somehow, I lost my appetite. Pigs are also our friends. Why do we humans eat it?