How did hiring someone to press a pig image during Chinese New Year become a top trend?

The sun was high in the sky, and the winter sun warmed the hay in the pigsty.

Xu An stood at the entrance of the pigsty, the black and gold Huawei Extraordinary Master in his hand was burning hot.

He wanted to take the knife.

Holding a knife in one hand and a phone in the other, that's not pig slaughtering; that's just a young man on Kuaishou (a Chinese short video platform) waving his arms wildly.

Xu An's gaze swept across the crowd.

The camera finally focused on Lin Zixuan, who was eating sunflower seeds.

"Brother Lin."

Xu An handed over the phone, his eyes filled with such sincerity that it seemed as if he were entrusting his orphan to someone else.

"This phone is expensive; the bureau chief said it represents the hope of the entire village."

"Please help me hold it up."

Lin Zixuan was stunned, forgetting to throw away the sunflower seed shells in his hand.

He looked down at the top-of-the-line flagship phone in his hand, which had been sold at a premium.

He then glanced at the gleaming sharp knife in Xu An's hand.

A feeling of utter absurdity arose spontaneously.

I've never been this nervous when I'm holding a board meeting in Shanghai. Now I'm actually going to be a cameraman filming a pig slaughtering in a rural area of ​​Henan.

"OK."

Lin Zixuan stuffed the sunflower seed shells into his pocket, took the phone, and looked solemn.

"Don't worry, as long as the pig's blood doesn't splatter on the camera, I'll protect this live stream for you."

Xu An breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned around, his back to the camera.

At that moment, the socially awkward young man who could barely speak was gone.

Instead, a young man from the countryside who had been working in this pigsty for half a year took his place.

He unbuttoned two buttons on his military overcoat.

The cuffs were rolled up high, revealing lean but strong forearms.

"Brother Biao".

Xu An's voice was not loud, but deep.

"Are you ready?"

Da Biao and his four brothers were standing in the pigpen, fanning out the black pig that weighed over 300 jin (approximately 150 kg).

Upon hearing this sound, Da Biao's muscles tensed instantly.

"Always be prepared!"

"superior!"

Xu An gave the order.

There were no fancy moves.

Da Biao stepped forward with his left foot, and before the black pig could react, his large, fan-like hand gripped the pig's forefoot.

"drink!"

A loud shout.

The black pig was startled and was about to go berserk, shaking its head wildly.

The other three brothers pounced like hungry tigers, instantly locking down the hindquarters and flanks.

A perfect "品" shaped positioning.

The 300-pound raw strength was instantly suppressed by the combined weight of the four strong men, who weighed nearly 1,000 pounds.

The pig didn't even have time to scream before it was pressed down onto the wooden plank table that had been laid out beforehand.

"Hmph—!"

The pig was panting heavily, its eyes filled with terror.

Xu An made a move.

He didn't rush to make the cut.

Instead, he first took out a bottle of Erguotou from his pocket and took a sip.

"puff--"

The mist of alcohol sprayed onto the blade.

This is the custom; it's to remove evil spirits and disinfect.

He reached out and gently touched the pig's forehead.

It was both a comfort and a farewell.

"You've had a tough life."

"May you be reborn into a better family in your next life."

Xu An murmured something to himself.

next second.

A flash of cold light.

fast.

too fast.

The hundreds of thousands of viewers in the live stream only saw a flash of white light on the screen.

Xu An's wrist was extremely steady, and the tip of the knife pierced the artery below the pig's neck with perfect precision.

One slash in, one slash out.

There were no unnecessary movements, no cruel, back-and-forth action.

A jet of red blood gushed out from the scalpel groove and landed precisely in the red bucket below to collect the blood.

The pig only twitched twice.

The light in his eyes quickly dimmed.

There were no heart-wrenching screams; it passed away peacefully, even with dignity.

"middle."

Xu An sheathed his sword.

He picked up a dry cloth from the side and wiped his hands, as if he had just cut a piece of tofu.

The whole process took less than ten seconds.

The scene was deathly silent.

Even the well-informed Da Biao was stunned.

He looked at Xu An, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Is this what they call social anxiety?

With that kind of mental fortitude, he'd be qualified to be a sniper in a SWAT team, right?

"good!!!"

Someone in the crowd shouted first.

Immediately following was thunderous applause.

Lin Zixuan held up his phone, watching the barrage of comments flashing across the screen, and couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.

This generation of netizens changes their tune faster than turning the pages of a book.

In the live stream:

[ID: SlaughteringPigAlleyGrass]: I'm a pig butcher, and this technique is amazing! It takes at least ten years of practice to master!

[ID Fear of Social Interaction]: Blogger, was that... a killer look in your eyes? For a moment, I felt like he could kill me too.

[ID Xujiacun Unofficial Staff]: That was too efficient! Pig: I didn't even know I was dead?

[ID: Xiao Wang from the Culture and Tourism Bureau]: @All members, did you all see that?! This is the professional spirit of the people of Henan! Even when slaughtering a pig, we strive for perfection!

Lin Zixuan looked at the rapidly increasing number of online users, which had already exceeded 150,000.

The number of fans is also steadily increasing, approaching the 400,000 mark.

Xu An didn't pay any attention to the applause.

He handed the knife to his grandfather who was standing next to him.

"Sir, the rest of the fine work is up to you."

Slaughtering a pig is physically demanding, but removing the hair, gutting, and butchering it are technical tasks.

Grandpa took the knife, his back ramrod straight.

Throughout his life, he toiled in the fields for a living and was looked down upon by others.

But at this moment.

Under the gaze of thousands of eyes, and hundreds of thousands more on mobile phones.

Grandpa considered himself a craftsman.

"boiling water!"

Grandpa called out.

"They're here!"

Several young men, who had been prepared, rushed over carrying a large iron kettle that had just boiled.

Boiling water was poured over the pig.

White steam rose up, blurring everyone's vision and adding a touch of ethereal beauty to the courtyard.

Grandpa held a scraping iron plane in his hand, his movements fluid and graceful.

Brush brush.

The black hairs fell away, revealing the white pigskin.

Lin Zixuan moved the camera closer.

That high-definition macro lens can even capture the fine textures on pigskin clearly.

"Hey everyone."

Lin Zixuan made a cameo appearance as a narrator, his voice carrying a hint of teasing.

"This is pigskin captured by an extraordinary master's lens."

"The texture and color are just as good as those beauty bloggers' photos of faces, right?"

The live stream chat instantly erupted in laughter.

【ID: The pigs here are really white】: I'm dying of laughter. Using a phone worth over 10,000 yuan to photograph pigskin, the blogger must know Versailles.

[ID Rhythm Master]: Everyone, look at the data chart! I made a meme!

In the comment section of the live stream, a newly created meme was pushed to the top.

The image is divided into four sections.

In the first frame, Xu An is squatting in a corner, looking completely bewildered. The caption reads: [Xu An: I can't take it anymore, there are too many people.]

The second image shows Director Wang Xingbang directing traffic with disheveled hair. The caption reads: [Huixian Culture and Tourism: I'm almost at my breaking point, this is going viral!]

The third panel shows a group of SWAT officers maintaining order. The caption reads: [Police officer: So many people, I'm exhausted, but I still have to keep smiling.]

The fourth frame is a close-up of the pig looking peaceful. The caption reads: [Pig: Stop arguing, I'm dead. Now I'm the calmest one here.]

The moment this picture appeared, the live stream chat exploded.

【ID Hahaha】: Pig: Is this your human carnival? How selfish! Can't you consider the feelings of the food?

[ID Logic Genius]: Xu An: I've caused a huge disaster, I'm terrified. Culture and Tourism Bureau: We've caught a windfall, we're swamped. Netizen: We're so happy to have food to eat. Pig: I'm the only one who's really dead.

[ID Prophet]: Upstairs, the pig didn't die in vain, it turned into braised pork, it will live forever!

Xu An had already stepped aside.

He secretly glanced at the phone screen that Lin Zixuan was holding up.

Looking at all those "hahaha"s and memes filling the screen.

His heart, which had been hanging in suspense, was finally half relieved.

Although he couldn't understand what everyone was laughing at.

But his grandfather had taught him.

When it comes to celebrating a happy occasion, as long as everyone is smiling, then it's a success.

"Little Xu!"

Director Wang Xingbang squeezed through the crowd, his face flushed, clearly excited.

"That was a beautiful cut!"

"Our county TV reporter filmed it all; we'll edit it into the promotional video later!"

Xu An shrank his neck.

"No... Chief, that's too bloody, isn't it?"

"What's so bloody?"

Wang Xingbang glared at him.

"That's called folk custom!"

"This is called intangible cultural heritage... Although it hasn't been officially listed as such yet, I'll submit a report as soon as I get back!"

Xu An: ...

Just then.

A gasp came from the courtyard.

It turned out that Grandpa had already finished processing the outer skin and started cutting it.

In Grandpa's hands, that boning knife seemed to come alive.

Following the bone seam, with a gentle lift, the large piece of rib was completely removed.

Not a single piece of meat was stuck together.

Truly effortless and at ease.

"Excellent swordsmanship!"

Da Biao couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

"With this skill, grandpa could easily be the executive chef at our five-star hotel!"

Grandpa didn't understand what an executive chef was.

But he could tell it was a compliment.

The old man's face lit up with a smile, and he wielded the knife even faster.

A short while later.

The first pig was transformed into neatly arranged pieces of meat on the cutting board.

The pork belly has distinct layers, the ribs are bright red and tempting, and the pig's trotters are clean and white.

A unique, fresh aroma of raw meat, mixed with the lingering scent of alcohol, filled the courtyard.

Gollum—

I don't know whose stomach growled first.

In this courtyard, which had quieted down for a moment, it appeared exceptionally clear.

Followed by.

Glug-glug-glug

It seemed to trigger a chain reaction.

The stomachs of thousands of people began to rumble and pound, creating a symphony.

Everyone arrived early in the morning, and many hadn't even had breakfast.

I hadn't noticed anything while I was watching the commotion.

Now that I see meat, that primal hunger instantly takes over.

Xu An glanced at the crowds covering the entire mountainside.

I glanced again at the mountain of meat piled on the cutting board.

A new problem has arisen.

The meat has been slaughtered.

But these five thousand mouths...

Grandpa's huge iron pot, which was a meter in diameter, was all we had.

How long will it take to stew?

Xu An looked at Da Biao for help.

"Brother Biao..."

"How... do I do this?"

Da Biao rolled up his sleeves, revealing his tattooed arms.

He glanced at the netizens who were staring intently at the meat.

He grinned, revealing a set of bright white teeth.

"brother."

"Since it's a continuous banquet..."

"Then we'll have to use the continuous banquet method."

He turned around and yelled at the thirty burly men from the Raptor car club.

"Brothers!"

"Unload all the field cooking stoves from the truck bed!"

"today!"

"We're right here in the Taihang Mountains!"

"Let's have the biggest picnic on the entire internet!"