fifth form

Chapter 35 The Rumor of Shilipo
Rongcheng can't compare to the modernization and prosperity of Sudong City, but it is better than Zhangjiazhuang.

This is a city built of bluestone mixed with giant trees. Even most of the houses adopt this structure, which looks extremely solid.

The Rong family's house is not luxurious, but compared to a family of butchers, the Rong family can do it to this extent.

Buildings have regulations, but any building that exceeds the specifications will inevitably cause a steady stream of troubles.

That is to say, no matter how long the Rong family's pork business lasts and how deep the accumulation is, the Rong family's status is only so high that they can only live in this kind of house. create irresistible risks.

This is the experience and lesson passed down from generation to generation by the deceased old butcher of the Rong family.

Rong Li abides by these regulations, but the constraints of these rules make Rong Tianding unwilling to live in Rongcheng like his predecessors.

To get rid of the shackles, Rong Tianding needs to find another way to make a living in order to get rid of all this and go up.

But Rong Tianding's painting skills are really not good. After Rong Tianding enthusiastically took a taste of a picture of a group of pigs eating, Zhang Xuezhou felt that Rong Tianding might as well kill pigs.

There is no connotation, no artistic conception of sketching, and even Rong Tianding's pigs are drawn in a very rough way, which looks a bit hideous and ugly, and it is hard to say how simple and honest a domestic pig is.

"Cousin, let me tell you, I took this beautiful picture to the competition in Rongcheng last time, guess which one I won?" Rong Tianding said proudly.

"First?" Zhang Xuezhou asked suspiciously.

"That's not true." Rong Tianding said with a slight embarrassment on his smug face, "My cousin has only studied painting for eight years, and he hasn't reached the point where he is the only one."

"That is?"

"Third, my picture of a group of pigs eating is second only to Rong Decai's picture of an eagle spreading its wings and Guo Kunpeng's picture of a group of fish playing in water."

"Cousin is really strong!"

Zhang Xuezhou gave a thumbs up.

Zhang Xuezhou's painting skills are not good, but he has seen many famous paintings on the Internet.

In comparison, Rong Tianding's paintings are completely at the level of an elementary school monk's art class.

But he suddenly remembered the backwardness of most aspects of this dream, and he understood again in his heart.

This is not due to the limitations of the times and the slow flow of knowledge, and even many schools of painting have not yet formed and circulated.

Perhaps Rong Tianding's paintings are indeed very good in this three-acre land in Rongcheng.

But whether other people buy it or not is another matter.

At least Rong Tianding's painting skills haven't produced any income so far, so he had to follow them to the West Market to kill pigs the next day.

The pig slaughtering stall sells ten pigs a day, involving pig clerks Li Erlang and Wang Jiadi who go door-to-door to collect pigs, Mao Renfeng who transports finished pork to regular customers, and Rong Li who is the chief butcher and cuts the pigs. , and Zhu Dan, a long-term worker who worked as a helper.

Zhang Xuezhou didn't know what Zhang Zhong and You Rong's secret discussion was about last night. In short, he was freed the next day, and worked with the crowd to butcher pigs, and began to integrate into the group.

The three-hundred-pound earth pig was held down by Rong Li, blood spurted wildly after the knife fell, and he swallowed his breath quickly.

Then blowing air, shaving hair, taking internal organs, and cutting pork all in one go.

If Rong Tianding's painting skills are difficult to catch the eye, Rong Li's pig-killing skills are pleasing to the eye, and the craftsmanship even far exceeds that of many hunters in Zhangjiazhuang.

On Rong Li's body, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't see any fatigue.

This has something to do with Rong Li's strong body, but it's more because the opponent's proficient technique saves physical energy.

If you want to use a word of praise, Zhang Xuezhou thinks it must be Paodingjieniu.

"I've already demonstrated it to you in slow motion, and now it's up to you, Ding Er or Zhou Er first?"

After a pig was butchered and cut, Rong Li handed over the butcher's knife in her hand.

This made Zhang Xuezhou and Rong Tianding stare at each other.

"Cousin, elder brothers must be humble to younger brothers, you go first!" Rong Tianding invited.

"Cousin, I have a good skill in weighing. Wouldn't it be nice if you kill pigs and sell meat?" Zhang Xuezhou smiled back.

"I don't want to kill a pig!"

Rong Tianding replied with a sad face, and waited until Rong Li cursed, then trotted over to take the knife.

"It's not as cute as the pig I drew..."

Rong Tianding grumbled, but his hands and feet were not slow.

As a painter of pigs, although Rong Tianding's paintings are not very good, Rong Tianding really knows pigs very well.

The butcher's knife looked clumsy in Rong Tianding's hand, but Rong Tianding's speed of killing pigs was not slow.

"Cousin, it's your turn!"

"to make!"

Zhang Xuezhou agreed.

He talked a lot about theories, but Zhang Xuezhou had never slaughtered any kind of prey in the past.

In the past, his body was too weak, and many things were done by other people.

Until now, Zhang Xuezhou was slaughtering for the first time.

"The knife must be steady, fast, accurate, and ruthless. It will die more quickly and the pork we get will not be fishy. Those big families don't like pork. If it tastes like pork If it’s bigger, they won’t want it!”

Seeing that Zhang Xuezhou's hands and feet were not agile, Rong Li couldn't help but remind him, and even taught him how to hold the knife and exert strength.

After stabbing with a knife, Zhang Xuezhou felt a gushing of warm pig's blood gushing out, staining his sleeves with pig's blood.

The stench of blood came to his nostrils, and Zhang Xuezhou's hands trembled unavoidably.

Zhang Xuezhou ate meat, but this was his first real killing.

Zhang Xuezhou only felt a little redness in front of his eyes, and a faint feeling of dizziness in his head.

But at the same time, an inexplicable sense of excitement also emerged in his body.

"There's no harm in seeing a little blood, so many pigs have been killed, even ghosts and monsters dare not approach us!"

Seeing the smoky red color in Zhang Xuezhou's eyes, Rong Li, who has been there, immediately understood Zhang Xuezhou's physical condition.

No bloodsickness, no nausea, no resistance, able to calmly look at the death of living beings, Zhang Xuezhou has good potential to become a butcher.

Compared with Rong Tianding's first pig slaughter, Zhang Xuezhou's performance was much better.

"You are a pig butcher, you will definitely be a top pig butcher in the future," Rong Li praised.

"Cousin can butcher pigs, can I go back and paint?" Rong Tianding asked in a low voice.

"Whenever you can make a living by selling paintings, you won't have to kill pigs," Rong Li said seriously.

"I even won an award in the painting competition. I am a painting material, and I will definitely be a top painter who can enter and leave the palace in the future!"

"Those sour scholars just wanted to come to us to buy some cheap meat, so they deliberately complimented you and let you take the third place." Rong Li said impatiently: "Besides, there are only four paintings in the competition, and it is very difficult for you to take the third place." Is it honorable?"

"..."

Zhang Xuezhou, who slaughtered pigs and let bloodletting, heard Rong Li's revelation, and felt that it was very difficult for his cousin to continue painting.

Not to mention becoming a top painter, Rong Tianding must at least be able to support his family, so as not to be unable to make a living after losing the pig slaughtering business.

As for the uncle who likes to read and do needlework, it doesn't matter.

But Zhang Xuezhou found it difficult to let this uncle teach him and avoid the job of killing pigs.

When he was thinking about some small ideas in his mind, he only heard Li Erlang, the pig's official, begging for pig's blood.

"It's not peaceful outside recently. There are rumors that there are hundreds of ghosts walking around at night in Shilipo. I have to smear pig's blood to drive away evil spirits, lest I go out to collect pigs and die!"

Hearing Rong Li's question, Li Erlang explained the reason honestly.

"Where those ghosts passed by, the livestock disappeared without a sound. Yesterday I went out to collect pigs and walked more than ten miles." Li Erlang said: "Now the villages in Shilipo have invited people to perform the ritual of exorcising evil spirits. I don't know if I can hold it down!"

"Bringing a butcher's knife is better than anything else, all ghosts and spirits will be scattered," Rong Li said.

"You only use a knife, we don't!"

When Rong Li stared angrily with the butcher's knife, grown men would tremble.

Li Erlang thinks that only a pungent woman like Rong Li is not afraid of ghosts, but pig officials like them who walk around the door can't be covered by pig blood.

"Pig blood can really exorcise evil spirits?"

Zhang Xuezhou listened for a while before asking curiously.

"Pig blood, chicken blood, and dog blood can drive away evil spirits," Li Erlang said, "This kind of thing is filthy, and ghosts don't want to be contaminated!"

"Can filthy things exorcise evil spirits?" Zhang Xuezhou wondered.

"Yes." Li Erlang nodded again and again, "Everyone said so."

"Then you might as well scoop up a ladle of pig dung and pour it on your head." Rong Tianding interjected, "It's more filthy and better, you'll be afraid of ghosts seeing it!"

"Young master, how can I collect the pigs with a ladle of pig manure? People have to run away when they see me!"

Li Erlang and Rong Tianding chatted for a while, which made Zhang Xuezhou think about some small plans.

If there is a lot of haunting outside, Rong Tianding can really sell some paintings.

As long as there are people who are superstitious about ghosts and gods, there will be no market for Rong Tianding's paintings.

If things go well, not only can he get rid of the pig slaughtering business, but he can also replace the culture in the free teaching city of that cheap uncle.

(End of this chapter)