The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 32 A fish slipped through the net
The unique sleeping potion they brought in was quite effective.

As long as you take the antidote in advance, crush it and scatter it into the air.

After counting to ten breaths, everyone within a hundred meters must lie down.

The dosage was also calculated cleverly, so that the person who was drugged would not feel any discomfort when they woke up the next day.

They would only think they had a good night's sleep.

It took two nights in total.

They thoroughly investigated all the men, women, and children from the Zuo family who were in prison.

While searching for the mission target, they are also looking for the mastermind hidden among these people.

They first conducted their own investigation, and then conducted a cross-investigation.

The result, naturally, was that no useful information was gained.

In the end, the message could only be sent back to the thieves' organization.

Send someone else to contact the wounded who are being treated at the clinic.

They thoroughly searched all the mixed-use cells.

However, the small single room where the pork seller and her family of three live cannot accommodate anyone for the time being.

It's a bit of a headache.

That night, the group held a meeting.

Cao Liu spoke first:

"I've reorganized the relationships among the nine branches of the Zuo clan that I've compiled over the past few days! All the men in their direct lineage who are over twenty years old have committed suicide to atone for their sins."

Before committing suicide, the clan chief handed over 50,000 mu of fertile land, 100 grain shops, 12 silver shops, and more than 3 million taels of silver to the imperial court.

The only direct adult male he managed to save with all that wealth was Zuo Wenxuan.

The collateral branches, to put it bluntly, are actually the servants of the main branch, either helping to manage the land rent or the shops.

Therefore, I deduce that the person the Zuo clan chief trusts most must be Zuo Wenxuan!

His accomplices nodded repeatedly, then scratched their heads.

"But we've searched every nook and cranny of this guy's clothes, shoes, and socks several times."

"Yeah! We even stripped him naked, checked his ass! Forget about blueprints, we didn't even get a single penny of his secret stash."

Cao Liu stroked his chin and said meaningfully, "The more you can't find it, the more it proves something!"

Someone else asked, "What about that 'foolish' Xi Shi and her family of three? Their behavior is also quite unusual; they actually paid a high price for a small single room."

Someone immediately added:

"I know that. I heard that the foolish Xi Shi was three months pregnant and vomited all night in her prison cell!"

Some people scoffed:

"If a pregnant woman can easily kill three of our inner disciples even after using sleeping powder, then the Thieves' Guild might as well close down!"

"That's true, that Zuo Wenkang is just a bookworm who can't lift a finger."

Cao Liu waved his hand: "Forget it, let's focus on Zuo Wenxuan for now. If there's still no progress before they leave..."

Gan Minglan was unaware that her family of three had slipped through the net.

She now seriously questions what's wrong with this body.

Wood-based abilities are a type of ability with healing properties.

Even the most severe internal injuries, and even mid-stage cancer, can be treated.

But it couldn't cure a mere case of morning sickness!
I'm experiencing morning sickness, and it happens about once a day now.

It happens either before or after a meal.

This has caused Gan Minglan, who used to have a great appetite, to lose her enthusiasm for eating.

Zuo Wenkang racked his brains to make sure his wife had a satisfying meal.

They even bribed the jailers who brought them food. Cheng'an Prefecture produces plenty of fresh fruit this season, including peaches, melons, cherries, and green apricots.

Even the snacks that young ladies or children love to eat, and the signature dishes from restaurants, are all sent to the small private cells by the jailers.

The tips given out were several times more than the original price of the food.

As a result, Gan Minglan could only eat three to five bites of each of the foods she had painstakingly prepared.

Most of what was left went into Fatty's stomach.

Zuo Wenkang was also worried when he saw his wife like this.

I'm so worried I can't eat or sleep.

In just a few days, my eye bags have become so swollen they look like goldfish eyes.

With his stubble, his overall appearance suffered a significant drop.

Even Gan Minglan found it a bit cringe-worthy.

The only one who was unaffected was Fatty.

Whether it was snacks or signature dishes, I enjoyed every single one.

Right now, her little mouth is all greasy.

While gnawing on a roast chicken leg, he mumbled to his mother's stomach:
"Little sister, picky eaters won't grow tall! This roast chicken smells so good! Mom has already eaten some, how can you spit out the meat?"

He knew perfectly well how good his mother's appetite used to be!
The one causing trouble now must be the baby girl in her mother's belly.

Zuo Wenkang was speechless: "Isn't it good for you that your sister is picky about food? I see you've grown another layer of fat on your chin."

Fatty said proudly, "Mom said I'm not fat, I'm just so cute I'm bursting with joy! She also said that if she sees me eating so well, she can eat an extra bite too."

Gan Minglan was amused by him:
"Sweetie, keep eating. We can only stay for another three or four nights at most! When we get back on the road, it'll be one black steamed bun a day again. All that fat you've gained will shrink soon."

After hearing what his mother said, Fatty suddenly felt that the roasted chicken leg in his hand didn't taste so good anymore.

He sighed heavily: "Let's hurry up and get to the border town. I'll be five years old when we get there."

Zuo Wenkang said irritably:
"What can a five-year-old like you do? You're not even as tall as three pieces of tofu stacked up!"

Fatty patted his chest and raised his head: "When I'm five years old, I can learn to slaughter pigs!"

Seeing his wife's relieved expression, as if she had found a successor, Zuo Wenkang hesitated to speak.

Gan Minglan ignored his pitiful little eyes and helped Fatty wipe his greasy hands and mouth.

Planning with great enthusiasm:

"Once we get to the border town, we'll open Gan's Butcher Shop! But the people there probably prefer mutton. Son, you'll have to start by learning how to butcher sheep."

Fatty said he didn't care, he only asked:

"Mother, is it easier to kill a sheep, or a pig, or a duck?"

"It's much easier to kill a sheep, of course. A sheep only weighs a few dozen kilograms, so killing a sheep is as easy as killing a chick."

"Aww, then we're not afraid of the nest anymore!"

"Once you learn your mother's true skills, killing pigs, sheep, or even cows will all be the same—one blow is all it takes!"

"Can you even kill a cow?"

“In the Central Plains, oxen are used for plowing and pulling carts, so they cannot be killed at will! But the oxen in the border town are different. They are raised to produce milk, and oxen that do not produce milk will be killed for meat.”

"Mom, is the beef delicious?"

"It has to be delicious! I've heard your grandfather say before that the beef and mutton from the border town have a milky aroma. Let's have a whole beef feast then!"

"Slurp." Fatty's mouth watered at the delicious food his mother described.

Clenching his little fists, he made a bold statement: "From now on, I won't slaughter pigs, I'll slaughter cows!"

Zuo Wenkang:
How could you and your son be so murderous?

Can't you leave the cattle and sheep of that border town alone?
The mother and son both said: No, no.
(End of this chapter)