Chapter 135: Pig Fight
The second batch of pigs raised was not as worry-free as the first batch; they were all raised to be very, very big.
One day, the boy was sleeping when his father came into the room and shouted for the boy to come out quickly and see, saying the pigs were fighting and were about to be beaten to death.
Hearing this, the boy hurriedly put on his clothes and ran to the pigsty.
When he saw it, holy crap! It was true, six or seven pigs were ganging up on one, and the one being beaten had fallen to the ground, dazed! He was covered in blood.
Some pigs were using their mouths to nudge, and some were jumping up to kick with their front feet. What the hell? This was exactly like people fighting! Huh?
The boy was so angry he climbed into the pigsty and, grabbing a wrench from the wall, hit the back of the pig that was beating others the hardest.
“Screw your mother! You dare to fight when I’m here?” After cursing, the boy chased the pig and kicked its butt.
The boy’s father quickly interjected, “No, don’t hit it, aren’t you going to break it?”
“Go to hell!” Even though the boy’s father was trying to stop him, the boy was so angry that he kicked another nearby pig.
Then, with his father’s help, the boy finally managed to help the beaten pig up. After helping it up, the pig was disobedient, so he used a bag to cover its head. This made the pig retreat, and the two of them worked together to move the beaten pig into a separate pen.
The boy watched as the pig recovered a bit and said grumpily, “You useless thing, they were all ganging up on you, couldn’t you have grabbed one and beaten it? If I hadn’t come, they would have beaten you to death, you cowardly thing!”
The next day, “Son, hurry out, they’re fighting again!”
Oh, holy crap! The boy thought, wasn’t the one being beaten being kept separately? Why are they fighting again? He ran out and saw, holy crap, another one was beaten down!
The boy went in and kicked the aggressive pigs aside a few times, rescuing the cowardly one.
Seeing the two beaten pigs together without incident, the boy thought it was quite good, these two cowards now had a companion. He also said to the pig that was just rescued, “Damn! You cowardly thing, you watched them beat him and didn’t do anything, and now you’re getting beaten and no one’s helping you? Why are you so stupid? Couldn’t you two fight them together? Useless thing!”
The third day, the boy was playing a game in the house when he suddenly shouted that something was wrong. He vaguely seemed to hear pigs squealing! He put down his phone and rushed out to see.
Your grandma! It’s not over yet? Another one was beaten down!
This time, the boy was truly angry. He grabbed a shovel and started hitting them, “I’ll beat your grandpa! I’ve spoiled you all, beating two is enough, but you’re still beating them?”
The boy went into a frenzy of hitting, and rescued the third pig. Looking at the three pigs being bullied, the boy said helplessly, “There are three of you, even if you can’t win, couldn’t you at least fight with them for a while until I get here? Why are you so stupid? You were all beaten one by one. When you weren’t being beaten, you were just watching others get beaten. You deserve this beating. Damn!”
After speaking to the three bullied pigs, the boy walked over to the pen of the pigs that were bullying others. There were still seven of them inside. The boy pointed at the adjacent pen and cursed, “Look at them, they grew up together, why aren’t they fighting? Are you guys getting a little too arrogant? I’m telling you, don’t push it! If you don’t stop, I’m going to beat you severely!”
“Beat severely!” is a local term meaning to give a severe beating.
Inside the pen, there was a pig that seemed to be the leader. It looked at the boy, and its expression suggested it was a little unconvinced. The boy raised an eyebrow and glared at it, “What are you looking at? If you act tough again, I’ll beat you first!”
Perhaps it was somewhat fearful of the boy, or perhaps the boy’s glare and imposing aura had changed, but the leader pig turned its head away and lay by the wall leisurely, not daring to squeal.
It’s unclear if the boy’s threat had worked or what, but they really stopped fighting this time. The boy observed for several days before finally understanding.
Those seven pigs were a group, and those three were a group of their own. The boy sighed, “Damn, pigs can even form factions.”
When the boy’s maternal uncle’s eldest son heard about this, he said to the boy, “Younger brother, you have character, and your pigs have character too! Others have raised pigs for ten years without fighting, but yours are fighting every day in your second batch.”
The boy chuckled and said nothing. In his heart, he was also wondering why they didn’t fight the first time he raised them, but now they were fighting so fiercely.
When he was bored, he would ponder this, asking himself questions and answering them.
Why do pigs fight? They get angry.
Then why do pigs get angry? They have their own thoughts, don’t they? If they had no thoughts, why would they get angry?
Is it because they have thoughts that lead to emotions and then anger, causing them to fight? Yes, it must be.
Damn, and they even form factions, a group bullying one. Why are they like people? Damn! Have I accidentally raised them into spirits? That can’t be right! Then why?
The boy would observe the situation in the pigsty whenever he had time. Finally, he realized that pigs just have the appearance of pigs, but inside, they are like little humans, with thoughts and emotions, capable of being happy and angry.
When happy, they run with their tails wagging and butts wiggling; when angry, they grunt and squeal wildly.
The most fun are the piglets. As soon as they enter the pigsty, they run over and grunt, and the boy likes to poke their noses with two fingers, hahaha.
The piglets are really cute. When they grow up, they become a bit annoying, too big and swaying. It’s fine when the boy goes in, but when his father goes in, they nudge him. When the boy is tired, he’ll sit on a pig and smoke a cigarette. When the pig is well-behaved, it will lie still until the boy gets up before moving. When it’s not well-behaved, it runs around as if scared.
After finally finishing raising the second batch, the boy felt sad when it was time to sell them. He truly didn’t want to raise them anymore; he felt very sad.
He was also annoyed by being told what to do and being managed at home. If they weren’t all family and relatives, and if they weren’t all very good to him, with the boy’s temperament, he would have cursed long ago.
Due to the drop in pig prices, the second batch didn’t make much profit and even incurred a loss. He had wanted to leave before, and now, after staying home with his parents for a year, although his leg hadn’t fully recovered, walking was completely unaffected. At least from the outside, there was no visible sign of it.
After the boy told his parents about his plan to leave, he mentioned it to his girlfriend. He initially didn’t want to bring her because she was too young, and he didn’t know what would happen after he left. Moreover, he decided that he would absolutely not return until he had achieved something. After all, if he returned without success, he would be in the same state as before, and his relatives and friends would, cough cough cough, one could imagine without needing to say more.
The girlfriend was afraid that the boy would break up with her after he left. She promised to be obedient after he left and not be like before.
The boy met up with a buddy in Yangcheng named Gouzi. This buddy also wanted to go out and travel with the boy.
