Those years when I hunted demons in Dali Temple

Chapter 217 Fresh Meat
"Zhang Tuhu, how do you raise your pork? It looks white and tender, and it tastes better day by day. You can't get tired of eating it. After eating your pork, nothing else tastes good." Zhang Butcher Looking up, an old man walked over with a smile.

"It's Mr. Zhang." Butcher Zhang withdrew his eyes and focused on the chopping board. The big knife he used for chopping meat clanged hard on a piece of rib. The bone on the chopping board was split into two. He picked it up. Put the severed bones on the scale, "Here are the spare ribs you want. The best ones cost forty Wen per catty."

Old Zhang took a sip of the hookah and exhaled a puff of smoke, then took out the money from his body unhurriedly, "Hey, the price of your pork varies every day, the only thing that remains the same is that it It's always been expensive."

Butcher Zhang didn't even blink his eyes. He rolled the leaves quickly with his greasy hands, and wrapped the chopped pork, "Boss Zhang, you also know the delicious food here, of course it's worth the price, your family The grandson must be very hungry."

The old head Zhang gave forty Wen with a heartache, and then he sighed a long time. If it was his son, he would be reluctant to come here every now and then to buy meat, and he would not beat that It's a good meal for the kid.

The grandson is still growing, so of course he has to eat well.

Butcher Zhang received a bunch of sparse copper coins, and after holding them in his hands, he quickly tied up the last rope, handed the ribs to Old Zhang, and teasingly said, "Old Head Zhang, come here often. ~"

"Huh!" Old Zhang was angry after spending the money. He knew that his grandson only ate his meat now, but he still said that. I don't know if he asked his old Zhang's to give money, but the whole family's appetite They were all taken away by the meat of his family, and the meat of other families was always short of something.

The old boss Zhang was carrying the pork, and the butcher Zhang broke up again.

The aunt who came to sell Chinese cabbage from the same village at the side laughed at him, "Old boss Zhang is getting angry again, why do you want to be angry with others, don't you still come to buy Chinese cabbage in two days, can't you talk well."

The radish seller also laughed heartlessly, "Boss Zhang wants the butcher Zhang's method of raising pigs. If he learns how he would spend so much money to buy them, he can raise them at home." , maybe it can be as good as his family's business."

A villager occupies a small piece of land in Xishi, and they are all from the same village. It’s okay to make a few jokes, but the old boss still hummed with his nose up, "It sounds like you don't want it."

"Hey, our granddaughter is not as expensive as your grandson Jingui, she can be raised casually, but your golden grandson is a single heir for three generations. If you don't eat better, how can you be worthy of your ancestors?" My aunt was not at all ashamed, but said things that made Old Zhang speechless.

He opened his mouth and sprayed, "You are jealous that my family has a grandson." He also regretted that he didn't bring his old wife, and they all said that they bullied him and couldn't speak. These old wives are really too bad.

Aunt Cabbage's complexion suddenly turned cloudy.

Her family has only one granddaughter now, and the people in the village say that their Xu family is going to be dead. She asked her son to divorce his wife and marry another one. The son just disagreed and raised a girl to make her die in the village. Li couldn't lift his head up.

The old boss Zhang knew that he was quick to speak, and he poked someone's sore spot.

The old woman became ruthless, and her son didn't even recognize her. He immediately wanted to slip away, but found that the noisy market fell silent in an instant, and everyone was staring at his back, which made his back feel shivering.

"Excuse me, my aunt, where is Butcher Zhang?" The old boss Zhang dared to pat his chest to assure him that it was the first time in his life that he heard such a nice voice, like the kind that the teahouse storyteller said, what jade stones beat water, beads Drop onto a plate.

Aunt Baicai threw away any grudges or grievances. She stared at Wang Xuanzhi intently, rubbing her hands on her body non-stop, "What's the matter with you little man looking for him?"

Wang Xuanzhi nodded with a smile, "I'm from Dali Temple. I have a case with Butcher Zhang, and I need to ask him for clarification."

Old Mr. Zhang thought that some kind of relative of the other party came to the door, and he was still jealous for a long time in his heart. How could He De, the pig butcher, have such a relative? Unscrupulous means, the government came to the door.

In front of the officials, let's see if he still talks this time.

The old boss Zhang rolled his eyes, and immediately greeted him with a smile, "This official, he is Butcher Zhang." He pointed to the overcrowded pork stall not far away, "That guy doesn't look like a good person at first glance. , looks vicious, the official must examine him carefully, and it would be best if he can tell how to raise the pig."

Those around who wanted to lend a helping hand fell silent when they heard this, stretched their necks, and straightened their ears.

Wang Xuanzhi thanked old boss Zhang, and led Daoyi to the pork stall.

"Official affairs of the government—" The people gathered together spread out like birds, leaving a path for the two of them to pass through, and after they passed, they closed up again and surrounded the three people inside.

Old Mr. Zhang originally wanted to leave immediately, but he still wanted to take a look at the bustling butcher Zhang, so he followed the two of them to the front with the meat in his hand. His stooped back did not hinder him from trying to straighten his spine. .

Butcher Zhang chopped open a piece of bone vigorously, only to find that the shadows on the chopping board had dissipated, and the crowd had lost all their words. He looked up, and saw a fairy slowly coming towards him, with The machete involuntarily let go.

With a bang, the machete landed on the meat-cutter, and the two knives collided, waking Butcher Zhang. He stammered and asked, "My lord, what do you need? The meat here is eaten by everyone." All said yes."

Dao Yi poked his head out from behind him, and held up the cloth with stones, "Is this something from your house?"

Butcher Zhang's pupils shrank sharply, and his big oily hands were a little uncomfortable. He picked up the cloth on the chopping board and wiped it, and then wiped it on the apron around his waist, "What can you see with such a piece of cloth, get out of here." Go aside, don't get in the way of my business."

When Wang Xuanzhi took the badge from his waist, the old boss Zhang said very caringly, "Butcher Zhang, you are so fierce, he is a member of the yamen."

Butcher Zhang looked away guiltily, and pouted his neck and said, "People in the yamen can't mess around, I'm honestly selling my meat, but I haven't done anything illegal, and they can't just arrest people randomly, right?" .”

Dao Yi was already standing in front of the meat stand.

She was picking and picking on the chopping board, and they were quickly divided into two piles, "Si Qing, Butcher Zhang is not a murderer, but an insider." She pointed to the pile on her left hand, "This is a pig's pile," with a look on her face. He pointed solemnly at the meat on the right, "This is human."

　Good afternoon!

　　I tried my best not to describe it in detail, everyone can make up their minds, and if this happens, it will be done. This is too scary and will scare people.

　　
　
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