Douluo's life to the end

Chapter 122 The Curse of the Blue Silver Grass
Discussions about the staffing and salary of the rabbit slaughterhouses ended soon, and the final result was that each slaughterhouse had a person in charge, and the person in charge was the head of each village.

Second, each slaughterhouse temporarily recruits ten butchers, and the personnel are selected by the village head.

Third, the salary for the head of the slaughterhouse is five gold soul coins per month, the slaughterer two gold soul coins per month, and a weekly subsidy of half a catty of rabbit meat.

Although the discussion didn't take much time, when Tang San and Old Jack returned to Holy Soul Village, the sky had already dimmed.

A round of silver moon hangs high, under the silvery white moonlight, the old elders who are pulling the figures of one big and one small at the gate of the holy soul village look very lonely.

After Tang San bid farewell to Old Jack, he walked along the way home, thinking about something right now.

Regarding everything that happened today, Tang San and Old Jack had totally different feelings. There was no need to say anything about what Old Jack felt. Tang San saw Old Jack's unstoppable smile all the way, and knew that he was very happy today.

But Tang San didn't understand why opening a slaughterhouse in a small village would make this old man so happy. In his opinion, if he didn't have anything to eat, he could go to be a hero and fight for righteousness. .

Why worry about such a trivial matter, old Jack also said that he would fight for a butcher's place for him.

Tang San shook his head, shook off the thoughts in his mind, and stepped into the home composed of three adobe houses.

"I came back so late, I still don't cook."

When Tang San just stepped into the house, he saw a tall and burly middle-aged man in his fifties. This man was his current father, Tang Hao, Tang Dachui.

There was no resentment towards Tang Hao's attitude, Tang San was completely used to it.

He nodded, and before coming to the stove, he took out a spoonful of rice from the side, then skillfully stepped on the wooden stool, lifted the lid of the large iron pot, and poured the rice directly into the iron pot.

Then I poured a large pot of clear water, soaked it with the rice, and finally covered the pot and lit the fire to boil the water.
As for why he didn't wash the rice, it was because if he didn't wash it, the taste of the porridge would be stronger. After all, the rice he put in was less than a hundred.

The flames in the stove gradually grew stronger, and in about half an hour, the faint porridge fragrance overflowed from the pot.

Tang San nodded, then took the rag that was put aside, wiped the table clean, then took out the two bowls handed down by the Tang family with more than ten broken holes, filled the porridge, and set it up.

He did all this very naturally and familiarly, as if he had done it thousands of times, as if he often did such things.

About seventy percent of this pot of "porridge" with less than a hundred rice grains went into Tang Dachui's stomach, and poor Tang San only drank a bowl of "porridge" with less than thirty rice grains.

Tang Hao's drooping eyelids opened a little bit, looked at Tang San, and asked some questions: "Did you go to cut the blue silver grass again today?"

Tang San was taken aback, and was about to argue, but was interrupted rudely by Tang Hao, he shouted: "Even if you starve to death, you can't cut the blue silver grass, or you will regret it in the future!"

Tang San's face was gloomy, what he couldn't figure out was that if you cut more blue silver grass, you could exchange for more soul coins, not only could it make their lives better, Tang San himself wouldn't be malnourished like this.

It's just that every time he asked this question, Tang Dachui didn't answer his reason, but only told him that he couldn't cut the blue silver grass even if he died.

"Father, I won't do it in the future." Tang San lowered his head and his face was a little gloomy.

"Where did you go with Jack today?" Tang Dahammer continued to ask.

Tang Dachui actually asked this question in vain. Although he pretended to be indifferent to Tang San, he actually valued his life and death more than anyone else. This time Jack took Tang San to Notting City, and Tang Dachui naturally followed him secretly.

"Grandpa Jack and I went to Notting City. By the way, the Lord of Notting City is going to build a rabbit slaughterhouse in Holy Soul Village. Grandpa Jack is the main person in charge."

"The slaughterhouse needs ten butchers. Grandpa Jack said he would help me get a spot. The butchers are paid two gold soul coins every month, and there is also a subsidy of half a catty of rabbit meat."

Tang San smiled and said, he can't cut blue silver grass, but he can kill rabbits in the future, not only can he subsidize his family, but also sell rabbit meat.

He Tang San, when he was in the Tang Sect, he had dissected [-] if not [-] rabbits. He was sure to win the position of butcher!

"Little rabbit, white and white, with two ears upright, jumping and jumping is so cute, after cutting the veins and arteries, it's so fun to stay still." Unknowingly, Tang San hummed this nursery rhyme, the corners of his mouth became even more It was a trace of saliva.

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Tang Dachui asked, frowning.

"Uh, nothing."

"Then I'll go back to sleep first."

Tang Dachui turned around and walked towards the inner room, lifted the curtain, Tang Dachui's burly figure had become blurred.

Tang Dachui, who had already entered the inner room suddenly, continued: "You have been staring at that piece of pig iron for more than a day or two. Use it if you want."

Tang San said: "Thank you, Dad!"

Tang San naturally understood which piece of pig iron Tang Dahammer mentioned, this piece he was going to use to forge his first hidden weapon.

The night was as dark as ink, in Tang Dachui's room.

At this moment, Tang Dahammer was sitting cross-legged with his heart turned to the sky, a powerful soul power lingered around his body, and the light enveloped Tang Dahammer's figure.

puff!
Suddenly a mouthful of black blood spewed out from Tang Dahammer's mouth, and the original tyrannical aura disappeared without a trace. He was sweating profusely, his face was pale, and he said in his heart: "The dark wound on my body is so serious! I'm afraid it will be a long time to recover." It will take ten years!"

With a mortal body, directing God Shura's divine power to circulate in his body, even if it was just a little bit, would cause great harm to Tang Hao's body.

"Little San, it's not that Dad doesn't want you to cut the blue silver grass, but the blood flowing from your body, part of it is the blood of the Blue Silver Emperor! Once you are infected with the curse of the blue silver grass, you will never be able to truly awaken your own. blood."

The soul beast will sense whether the enemy has slaughtered the same kind of breath, the more powerful the soul beast is, the more this is the curse of the soul beast.

Although the blue silver grass is weak, not even considered a soul beast, it also has this characteristic, which is called the curse of the blue silver grass.

If Tang Hao hadn't stopped Tang San, then if Tang San cut two catties of blue silver grass every day, it would be seven hundred catties a year, and one thousand five catties in two years, so how many blue silver grass would have died in his hands.

Can Tang San, whose hands are covered with the blood of blue silver grass, still get the blue silver laurels?
In other words, would the Blue Silver Grass recognize a Blue Silver Emperor who had slaughtered tens of thousands of their people?

That's why Tang Hao stopped Tang San from cutting the blue silver grass. After all, he was not afraid of [-] but just in case, and it would be terrible if he was tainted with the blue silver grass's curse.

(End of this chapter)