Chapter 45: Desperate

"What an ungrateful woman! I'm helping you, but you don't know how to be grateful? You'll know how powerful I am soon!"

He patted the meat on his hands again and said proudly, "Woman, don't say we did something wrong. Even if we ate dog meat, so what? Didn't the emperors in ancient times rely on the people for support? Why didn't anyone say he did something wrong?"

"Okay, I don't want to waste my time talking to you."

Zhao Erhu looked at the butcher next to him and ordered, "Mengzi, hurry up and kill this woman after you divide the meat."

"Don't let her die all of a sudden, because she killed Bai Youcai, I want to make her suffer unbearably!"

The butcher responded happily: "I see! I'll sharpen the knife and start working right away!"

The butcher's tone was so relaxed that it seemed as if what was about to be slaughtered was not a living creature but an ordinary chicken.

Zhao Chunhua listened to their conversation and was frightened even though she was calm.

As she was thinking of ways to escape, she suddenly heard the butcher curse: "What bad luck! The bones of this beast are so hard that my knife broke!"

"Wait, I've sharpened the knife, and I'll take care of this bitch right away!"

He looked at Zhao Chunhua with dissatisfaction: "She is so thin, it will take a lot of effort to kill her with a knife."

Zhao Erhu continued: "Although it is a little thinner, the older pork tastes better! The meat of young pigs is indeed tender, but you will get sick of it if you eat too much."

When Zhao Chunhua heard them talking about the taste of dog meat, she felt extremely sick.

Although I have heard of people using wild dogs for food in ancient times, this is the first time I have encountered such a cruel thing.

These people are simply unnecessary!

Zhao Chunhua grabbed the iron cage and pulled it hard, and it actually bent a little.

There seems to be some hope!

At this time, the sound of a butcher sharpening his knife came from behind.

After dividing the meat, the villagers went to the front yard to collect firewood and started grilling the meat.

The aroma of the roasted meat wafted over and almost made Zhao Chunhua vomit.

Some people even tear off the half-cooked meat and eat it before it is fully cooked.

Zhao Erhu was starving after watching all this. He immediately put the meat on a skewer and grilled it over a fire. He chatted as he grilled, "Two days ago, when I went out to inspect the outside of the valley, I saw a village where people were fleeing famine. They looked pale and skinny. They could only survive on porridge with some wild vegetables and weeds, which was not much different from pig food."

"The man inside is so mad! I wonder if he has the energy to work at night?"

After hearing what Zhao Erhu said, everyone present laughed continuously.

The pockmarked man smiled sinisterly and said, "If you still have the heart to do that, it means you are not hungry enough. I remember when the famine first came, there was a big-footed man in the neighboring village. His wife was called Huang Ya, and she was very beautiful. But what happened?"

"One night, Big Foot was so hungry that he lay in bed with the animal, waiting to starve to death. Finally, Big Foot couldn't bear it anymore and starved the yellow pig to death!"

"So what happened next?" someone asked immediately.

The pockmarked man rubbed his face and said, "That guy was in trouble. The next day, he was beaten to death by the villagers. They said he was inhuman. But who had the last laugh? Not long after, they themselves started eating their own animals."

"There were also many that were unwilling to eat, but in the end they were all beaten to death with hoes. In my opinion, if you don't dare to eat wild dogs, you should starve! In this situation, can you survive without eating humans?"

Zhao Erhu said: "We have to thank our village chief. Fortunately, he was wise at that time and made everyone unite. Otherwise, we would not be able to eat meat."

The pockmarked man nodded in agreement: "Yes! I'm used to a good life. I don't want to go back to the days of eating black bread and wild vegetables."

A group of people were chatting and eating meat.

Zhao Chunhua looked at these people as if they were a group of beasts.

She first felt cold all over, and then endless disgust and hatred surged in her heart.

She decided to kill these people.

At the same time, Zhang Dajun and Zhang Daniu were hiding in the bushes on the hillside opposite the yard and witnessed all this.

Zhang Dajun clenched his fists, full of anger: "They actually want to kill my mother! No, I want to save my mother!"

As he said this, he prepared to rush out.

Zhang Daniu grabbed him and advised, "Fourth brother, don't worry. The two of us are not enough. The other side has more people. If we rush in like this, we will die."

Zhang Dajun retorted: "I'm not a sheep! I don't care about that, I'm going to save mom now!"

Zhang Daniu desperately held him back, a rare seriousness on his young face: "If you go to save people like this, you will only harm your own life and won't be able to help Mom!"

"It doesn't matter if you die, but do you want your mother to be eaten by them?"

Zhang Daniu is the youngest in the family. He was picked up from outside and usually has no say. Only Zhang Dajun will play with him.

Zhang Dajun had never seen Zhang Daniu so serious before. Although he was a little simple-minded, he immediately realized the seriousness of the situation.

"Well, what do you think we should do?" he asked.

Zhang Daniu thought about it and came up with a plan.

He leaned close to Zhang Dajun's ear and whispered, "Well, later you... and I..."

Zhang Dajun nodded in agreement: "Okay, then do as you say."

On the other side, Zhao Erhu was having a lively conversation with the villagers.

"But I heard there are quite a few children in the group fleeing famine. After we have eaten and drunk our fill, we can tell the village chief about this news and we can all grab our weapons and go get some together!"

Someone asked: "But there are only more than 200 people in our village now. Can we win?"

Zhao Erhu smiled disdainfully: "How can we not defeat them? Those people who fled from the famine are as skinny as monkeys. We are all very strong here. How can we be afraid of them?"

The pockmarked man also echoed, "That's right! I forgot that our village chief has several big wolfhounds. These guys are all very ferocious. Biting them to death is as easy as pinching an ant."

The group of people burst into laughter.

Zhao Chunhua had already opened a hole in the iron fence, enough for a child to easily enter and exit.

However, she was already sweating profusely after completing this action.

Because she had to use both hands to bend the thick iron bar, and she had to be careful not to be discovered by people in the yard.

As soon as she noticed someone looking over here, she immediately pressed herself against the cage, trying her best to cover the hole on the back.

Zhao Erhu shouted to the butcher: "Mengzi, why did you spend so much time sharpening your knife? Finish this matter with this woman quickly, we have to get back to the village!"

The butcher stroked the crack on the machete in his hand and said irritably:

"Who can I blame for this? It's just that this is too hard to deal with! There's not much meat but it's very tough. My good knife has already made several nicks on it!"

Zhao Erhu responded impatiently: "

If it doesn't work, just make do with it. It's just a woman, and it can be dealt with in a few cuts."

"Don't be too concerned about your knife. As the old saying goes, out goes the old, in comes the new. When the time comes, go back to the village and tell the village chief to bring a new knife back from town."