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Eastern suburbs.

Balong Mountain.

It was originally just an ordinary mountain, but because of the legend of the Fallen Dragon a hundred years ago, this mountain has never been lonely.

After all, there is not one falling dragon, but eight.

The eight dragons fell down the mountain and turned into eight winding rivers interspersed in the mountains, sometimes converging and sometimes diverging.

Farmers are surrounded by mountains and rivers, their crops are abundant, and they have never had to worry about their livelihood.

Some people say that this is because the dragon energy gathers here, so the weather is smooth and the grain is plentiful.

Moreover, there are many caves in the mountains, and the eight rivers flow through the caves. The scenery is unique and has been developed into a scenic spot by the local area.

The farmers nearby are also very flexible. They have planted many fruit trees on the mountains and opened many farmhouses based on the scenic spots, and the business is booming.

The beautiful environment and cool climate make it a good place for many city dwellers to escape the summer heat during the holidays.

August is the summer vacation.

When the business of scenic spots and farmhouses is at its best, food and accommodation need to be booked in advance.

The place I want to go is certainly not a bustling scenic spot.

Tangjia Villa is located deep in the Balong Mountain, near a small village. Due to the rugged terrain, it has not been developed into a scenic spot.

Although the location is remote, due to the dividends of the scenic spot, the infrastructure is well done, and every village has cement roads.

There are mountains, rivers and beautiful scenery along the way.

After passing through the scenic spot, there are very few vehicles going inside.

As the scenery on both sides became more and more primitive, I was the only car on the winding mountain road.

Deep into the mountains, away from the hustle and bustle, the environment becomes quiet and simple.

The trees block the sun and heat, leaving a mottled shadow on the road.

I opened the car window, and the fresh and cool air blew on my cheeks. I heard the pleasant chirping of insects and birds in my ears, which was very comfortable.

There is no specific address of Tangjia Villa on the navigation, so I had to find the nearby small village and ask for directions before I knew how to get there.

Most of the villages around here have the word dragon in their names, but there is only one directly called Balong Village.

The car drove to the entrance of Balong Village and stopped under the shade of a tree.

I picked up my bag and walked towards the village.

The village is built on the mountain, half of which are old brick houses and the other half of which are newly built two-story buildings.

At this time, it was not yet noon, but white smoke was rising from a place in the village.

From time to time, people in the village ran towards a certain place, talking and laughing, beaming with joy, and seemed very lively.

"Auntie, what's so exciting about the village?" I was curious, so I ran up to a kind-faced aunt and asked.

"Grandma Long in our village is a hundred years old. Today is her birthday, so she kills pigs and prepares a banquet!" The aunt smiled, and the wrinkles on her slightly dark face relaxed.

"A hundredth birthday is indeed worth celebrating, congratulations!"

"Young man, you are lucky to have caught up!" The aunt's smile was enthusiastic.

"We have a rule here. As long as you say hello to the birthday girl and say some auspicious words, you can stay for the birthday banquet and feel happy!"

"Is there such a good thing?" I thought to myself that there was no place to have lunch, so I might as well stay and be happy, get close, and inquire about the situation of the Tang Family Courtyard.

"This good thing doesn't happen all the time, otherwise you are lucky!"

"Then I'll have a shameless meal. Is it appropriate to visit Granny Long now?" I laughed.

"There's no rush now. Come with us to worship together later. You are young and strong. Come with me to help the pig butcher!"

The aunt waved her hand cheerfully.

Butcher? !

I froze for a moment.

It can't be such a coincidence, right?

I quickly followed the aunt and headed towards the village where white smoke was coming out.

It was a small open space, and many people were already gathered around it.

It should be a place dedicated to killing pigs. A large pot has been set up and someone is boiling water. This is where the billowing white smoke comes from.

In the past, killing pigs was a big deal in rural areas, and almost everyone in the village would come to help.

Obviously, Balong Village has retained this tradition.

At this time, the pig killing has not yet started, and many people gathered around, talking and laughing.

However, these helpers are almost all middle-aged and elderly people, not young people. No wonder the aunt wanted to capture me as a young man.

Among the crowd, there was a loud sound of sharpening a knife, and through the gap, a very strong man could be vaguely seen, squatting on a big stone to sharpen his knife.

A big fat pig was tied next to it. It seemed to have a premonition from the sound of sharpening a knife, and it let out unpleasant screams from time to time.

I followed the aunt and walked quickly over, got into the crowd, and finally saw the person's true face.

The sturdy middle-aged man with an unshaven beard held a cigarette in his mouth and squinted his eyes carefully sharpening a sharp butcher's knife.

Pig butcher!

Yes, he is the pig butcher I met at Rakshasa Temple.

I was shocked.

People who I thought I would never see again would actually meet again in this way.

Is the world too small or too coincidental?

"Young man, you are from the city. You must have never seen a pig slaughtered before, right?" The aunt pulled my sleeve and said with a smile.

"Well, I haven't seen it before. It's very strange." I removed my eyes from the pig butcher and nodded.

"Pig killing is not as simple as you think. In our rural areas, every village has a pig butcher. It is a craft passed down from ancestors."

The aunt said with a smile.

"You can only kill a pig once. The more pig blood you have to produce, the better. An unskilled pig butcher can't do it well."

"Is that uncle the pig butcher in your village? How is his skill?" I asked curiously.

"His craftsmanship is very good, but he doesn't count as someone from our village." This aunt is really good at talking.

I wondered: "Why is this?"

"He is a foreigner who married into our village!"

"The original pig butcher in our village was his father-in-law. The girl was a tall and thick girl, but she never found a good husband."

"Later one time, he went out to kill pigs for others, brought back a young man, and married his daughter. After his death, his son-in-law became the pig butcher of our village."

"Then where is he originally from? Does your family agree to come here to be your son-in-law?" I asked deliberately.

"I don't know about that. They haven't mentioned it, so no one cares." The aunt waved her hand, "Generally, those who are willing to be a son-in-law have no one at home."

"But, the pig butcher is really reliable! After he arrived in our village, he took care of their house in an orderly manner. He did all the dirty work himself and did not let his father-in-law and wife get involved."

After a few words of praise, the aunt's expression turned sad again.

"But it's a pity that the father and daughter were not lucky. After a few years of good life, they both left."

"Dead? Are you sick?"

"Well, it's not a good disease." The aunt's expression became obscure.

Before he finished speaking, the sound of sharpening the knife suddenly stopped.

The pig butcher stood up slowly, raised his head and glanced towards me intentionally or unintentionally.

The knife had been sharpened by him.