The noisy voices seemed particularly abrupt on this deserted street.

"The female vegetable seller who just arrived this afternoon, if you want to buy something, hurry up, or it will be gone if you are slow."

"I want two pounds of thigh meat."

"Give me three pounds of buttocks meat."

"I want breast meat!"

Several people who were gathered around started asking for money, and soon a muffled groan was heard.

Pei Yun walked over.

Inside the butcher's shop, a naked woman with her mouth gagged was hung up like an animal. Two butchers were holding sharp knives and were skillfully cutting the meat according to the customer's request with expressionless faces.

With every slash of the knife, the woman's body trembled violently, her distorted face filled with unbearable pain, and bright red blood dripped continuously along the blade, gathering on the ground into a glaring pool of blood.

Pei Yun's gaze swept to the corner of the store, where a few male vegetable workers were huddled. They had empty eyes and were staring at everything in front of them numbly.

However, men’s meat is not tasty and is not easy to sell.

Women and children are easier to sell.

Looking at the tragic scene in the store, Pei Yun's stomach churned. Although he had killed officials before, this was the first time he had seen people being treated like livestock and their meat being slaughtered so inhumanely.

His face turned pale and he tried hard to suppress the urge to vomit.

The person next to him smiled and said, "Boy, this is your first time buying vegetables. You'll get used to it once you get used to it."

"You've come at the right time today. There are very few plump women like this in this butcher shop."

The others also laughed. In their eyes, eating vegetables seemed to be a very common thing.

Looking at these people laughing happily and then looking at the miserable woman in the shop, Pei Yun's heart was filled with sadness.

He recalled the poem he had read that was specifically about vegetable cooks:

The texture of hibiscus is fragrant when cooked, and people compete to taste the milk chaos.

First, the two arms were cut off and hung in the butcher's shop, and then the thigh fat was slowly cut off and used to make soup.

I will not let my life end in the consumption of fresh meat, so that every piece of it may go into the stomach of a hungry person.

Male meat is fishy and smelly and cannot be eaten, and female skin is fat and has little sweat.

I originally thought that this poem was a bit exaggerated, but now that I have seen it with my own eyes, I know it is true.

Pei Yun left quickly. This world was much darker and crueler than he had imagined. The painful expression of the female vegetable could not be erased from his mind. It was as if there was a blazing fire in his heart, burning his chest and causing pain.

But he is powerless to change this era, so he has to build a good village first.