1半上午,猪肉终于卖完了。天还没有亮就赶来排队的人们,有的人高兴,嘴里哼着我迎着朝阳的歌曲,提着用稻草扎牢的肉愉快地走了。排到后面的人就得难说了,很可能排到的只是失望,食品站每天卖出的肉只有这么多,不可能都能够买到手的,猪肉供应相当有限。没有买到肉的人,望着空荡荡的屠桌,以及屠夫吴家林终于松弛的脸孔,免不了说一声背时,这既有对自己没有赶早的自责,也有对食品站没有多杀猪的抱怨。 Half past one afternoon, pork finally sold out. People who came in line before the day was bright, some people happy, humming my face against the song of the sun, carrying the meat tied with straw happily gone. It is hard to say to those who are discharged to the back. It is only possible that the food is discharged into disappointment. There are only so many meat sold in the food station every day that it is impossible to buy the pork. The supply of pork is quite limited. Those who did not buy the meat, looking at the empty slaughter table, and the butcher Wu Jialin finally slack face, inevitably say that when the back, both for themselves did not catch up early remorse, there are no complaints about the food station no more pigs .