Six big fat pigs had already been washed clean and were pressed on a wide stool by many people. They were pink and tender, plump and unable to move.

At the front stood the butcher from the mountain, holding a sharp knife in his hand, the tip of the knife reflecting the sharpness in the sunlight.

"Hurry up, Hu Zi!" someone shouted to the butcher, "Your wife emptied you out last night, what are you waiting for?"

The butcher spat into his palm, rubbing his hands even as he held the knife, and cursed, "If you keep making noise, I'll castrate you first, so you don't have to worry about this little thing in your crotch."

These rough guys in the mountains always speak in such a rough way.

The people around burst into laughter.

Song Qingci lowered his head and blushed.

She didn't blush because she heard people say dirty words, she felt guilty.

Don't think about her and Mr. Fu Sanye...

Nothing happened to them.

Fortunately, the people in the mountains seemed to think it was no big deal, so no one mentioned it.

Song Qingci was worried, but temporarily relieved.

The butcher suddenly shouted, "The basin is ready!"

"It's been prepared for a long time."

Feng Xun explained to Song Qingci: "You need to collect pig blood, and then you can make blood sausage and stew sauerkraut!"

Song Qingci originally felt a little sorry for the pig, but when he heard about the sauerkraut and blood sausage stew, that bit of pity immediately turned into saliva.

“Add more pork belly,” she said.

"You're the chef, we'll add whatever you say."

Song Qingci: Keep a low profile, or people will make fun of what happened yesterday.

The butcher's white knife went in and red knife came out. After the pig let out a wail, its head, which had been held high, quickly collapsed softly.

Blood was gushing out, and two men were happily collecting the pig's blood in basins.

Song Qingci didn't dare to look at such a scene and covered his eyes.

Feng Xun: "Well, you treat people every day, what's this?"

Song Qingci muttered, "You know, I'm treating people. I'm bleeding to save lives, how can it be the same?"

Jin Yue was very excited and not afraid at all.

Song Qingci: This child is a talented person.

There is a bright future ahead!

Song Qingci felt inferior to him.

At the same time, she couldn't help but think that after all, he was Mr. Fu San's child, so he was different.

If she had a daughter like this...

What is she thinking!

Last night's events resurfaced in my mind, and a new wave of shame began to ferment...

"Give me the pig's tail!" Feng Xun suddenly shouted, "Don't throw it into the sewage and make it dirty. Give it to me! My daughter loves it!"

She rushed forward like a gust of wind and happily took the pig's tail.

Feeling the teasing gazes of the crowd, Song Qingci's face turned red.

She does like to eat pig tails.

But you don’t have to eat the pig’s tail.

In particular, the price of eating pig tails is to rub your face on the ground.

Her face flushed and she waved her hands repeatedly: "No, no, leave it for the children. I don't want it."

"Miss, everyone is eating meat today, who wants this pig's tail. It's just that you like it, so don't be so modest!" Feng Xun said carelessly.

She just didn't understand what was so delicious about pig tails. They were all bones, like chicken necks. Who would like to eat them?

But since her daughter likes it, she will ask for it.

Song Qingci: Is that so?

Everyone showed understanding and tolerance for her "niche hobby".

Even the children said that they would not compete with her and would leave all the pig tails to her.

Everyone said that it was a happy decision.

Song Qingci, who had ordered twelve pig tails in advance, said: "...Thank you very much."

Okay, from now on, she has to concentrate on staring at her pig tail, and no one is allowed to talk to her!

The butcher was busy leading his men to clean up the first pig.

The big iron pot was steaming hot, and boiling water was poured on the pig. Everyone worked together to remove the pig's hair.

Feng found a wooden basin, scooped two buckets of hot water, rolled up his sleeves and squatted there to remove the hair from the pig's tail.

Song Qingci is a bit of a germaphobe, and the people on the mountain definitely didn't handle the pig skin properly.

And isn’t the pig’s tail just about eating this layer of skin?

The meat inside is almost negligible.

So Feng Xun did it himself.

Song Qingci smiled and said, "Don't bother. I think they're about to start slaughtering the second pig."

The butcher was still busy, but several young men were already eager to try.

Feng Xun lowered her head and concentrated on handling the pig's tail, saying with disdain, "Look, I've seen this countless times since I was a child. Don't be a spectator, but everyone is waiting to eat meat, just you, and those children, who are watching the pig being slaughtered."

Song Qingci: Okay, I understand, I’m ignorant.

She just really likes watching it.

Although a little scared.

The butcher just now inserted the knife and twisted it inside the pig's neck. Song Qingci guessed that the knife had cut the artery.

Then blood gushed out.

Don’t mention it, this is a very technical job.

Can those guys do it?

Also, she wants to observe it a little closer, is that okay?

Dongzi happened to see Fengxun squatting, and he got out a small stool from somewhere and brought it over to him.

Song Qingci hurriedly said, "Dongzi, Dongzi, come here, I want to ask you a question."

Dongzi was still trying to persuade Fengxun to sit down. Upon hearing this, he quickly stuffed the small stool under Fengxun's buttocks, then stood up and came over: "Miss, go ahead."

Song Qingci now has a double buff on her - Feng Xun's master and the Third Master's woman.

How could he not be diligent?

Song Qingci was embarrassed to express his thoughts.

Dongzi puffed out his chest when he heard that. "Look at you, we're one family now, and you're still so polite. This is nothing! Come, I'll go with you!"

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