People are eagerly waiting to see what Zhang Feide will do? What can be done?
After a long time, I saw Zhang Feide driving several big fat pigs over. The pigs' feet were tied with ropes, as if they were worried that they would escape.
Qin'er saw it and said with a smile: "Ha, Zhang Feide, what are you doing? Others are performing on the streets and playing monkeys. Could it be that you are performing on the streets and want to play pigs? Hahaha, it's really interesting. This is an anecdote through the ages!"
"What the hell, you're a pig!"
Zhang Feide shouted with a sullen face and asked Guan Wenchang to help him take care of the pigs. He went to a house and borrowed two tables, trays and basins and other kitchen utensils. He also brought two tanks of water and set them up on the street corner, as if to It's like killing pigs and selling meat on the street.
Xue Wuhen saw it, and it turned out to be true. Guan Wenchang found it baffling, and felt a little confused as to why Monk Zhang Er was confused. He asked doubtfully: "Third brother, what are you doing? You brought two tanks of water. Are you going to give these pigs a bath? Do you think they are too dirty?"
It was so obvious, seeing him still asking this, Xue Wuhen and Qin'er couldn't help laughing, and laughed out loud.
Zhang Feide also laughed and said: "Second brother, it's so obvious, can't you see it? You have to bathe the pigs, but after taking a bath, you have to kill the pigs and sell them for meat, hahaha!"
"What? Kill pigs and sell meat?"
After hearing the fantasy, Guan Wenchang felt his head was spinning, and he couldn't turn around for a while. He said in surprise: "Third brother, are you kidding me? Didn't you say you want to do a show? How do you kill pigs? What's so good about killing pigs?" Is this considered performing arts?
Besides, when will you be able to sell the big fat pigs you bought? Can you get your capital back? "
After hearing this, Zhang Feide laughed and said: "Second brother, don't worry, these pigs will definitely be sold, and I will definitely return the money earned from brother Wuhen's performance to him!"
Xue Wuhen waved her hand and said: "Brother Zhang, we are all brothers, that little money is nothing. It is a reward from everyone anyway, so there is no need to pay it back."
"It's time to kill a pig. Let you see the Zhang family's ancestral pig-killing skills!"
Zhang Feide yelled and just did it. He led a pig to wash it. He was as strong as an ox and did not need help from others. He carried the big fat pig to the table and pushed it down. He took out a butcher's pig from the Qiankun Ring. The knife was inserted through the throat to bleed the pig.
When the big fat pig had lost all its blood and died and stopped struggling, Xue Wuhen went to the old farmer's house to fetch two buckets of boiling water and scald the pig's hair for him.
Zhang Feide saw this and said with a smile: "Brother Wuhen, you are quite good at doing things. Well done, you can help me, haha!"
He took the boiling water and poured ladles of it on the pig. After it was boiled, he started shaving the pig's hair with skillful movements and quick hands and feet, like a butcher who had been killing pigs all his life.
Zhang Feide wielded his knife like flying, and in less than half a stick of incense, he shaved off a big fat pig weighing several hundred kilograms cleanly, making it look like a fat, white and fat baby, with a bit of cuteness.
When Guan Wenchang saw it, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Wow, third brother, are you a professional pig killer? Why are you so agile?"
Zhang Feide chuckled and said: "Second brother, not only am I a professional butcher, but my skills in killing pigs are passed down from my ancestors!"
"Ancestor's unique skill?"
Guan Wenchang said in confusion: "Third brother, have your ancestors been butchers of pigs for generations? No wonder you are so rich and can actually spend hundreds of taels of gold to buy me a knife."
Zhang Feide looked unhappy and said gloomily: "Hey, second brother, it seems that you don't care much about our Zhang family? Thinking about the deep friendship between our Liu, Guan, and Zhang families back then, you didn't even know the origin of my ancestor Zhang Fei. clear.
Hey..., it hurts my self-esteem a bit! "After that, he sighed heavily.
Guan Wenchang was shocked and said: "Third brother, no... I'm sorry, it seems that I need to study more about the history of the Three Kingdoms in the future, and I need to have a deeper understanding of Liu Guan and Zhang's origins and allusions!"
After hearing this, Zhang Feide relaxed his frown and said happily: "Well, that's right. These are the descendants of Guan Yu and Guan Yunchang. This is how it should be, how it should be, hahaha!"
While Zhang Feide was talking, he shaved off the pig's hair, then disemboweled it and took out the internal organs.
After removing the internal organs, the whole pig is dismembered like an anatomist.
The sharp pig-killing knife was like a fish, swimming through the gaps in the bones and passing between the skin and flesh, just like a butcher undressing an ox, with ease and ease.
What is even more bizarre is that during the process of dismembering the big fat pig, when the sharp knife comes into contact with the bones, tendons, and muscles, there is a light tinkling and crackling sound. The rhythm is brisk and melodious, with the beauty of rhythm, just like playing a piano. Piano music is generally mesmerizing to listen to.
The sharp knife in Zhang Feide's hand danced gracefully like a butterfly through flowers, shuttling between muscles and bones, dazzling everyone who saw it.
Seeing Zhang Feide's skill in killing pigs, Xue Wuhen couldn't help but nod in admiration and said: "In ancient times, a highly skilled chef slaughtered cattle for Lord Wen Hui and made a sound like music, which was in line with the beauty of the rhythm. Lord Wen Hui greatly praised him.
Brother Zhang, if the chef surnamed Ding is still alive, I think it’s nothing more than this, right? "
Zhang Feide said humbly: "Brother Wuhen, thank you for the award. How can I compare to Cook Ding? It is said that Cook Ding's knife has been used for nineteen years and is still as sharp as a fresh grind. I can't compare to this, hehe."
At this time, someone shouted: "Zhang Feide, give me a pound of pork!"
"okay!"
Zhang Feide said sincerely: "Brother, I kill pigs here on the street. I kill them and sell them now. It's fresh and hot. It's also a pig-killing skill passed down by my ancestor Zhang Fei, so the price is higher than the market price, right?"
The man said cheerfully: "No problem, as long as you cut it accurately, just enough to cut a pound, I will give you double the price!"
"Okay, look at me!"
Zhang Feide waved his hand, and a ray of light flashed, and he cut off a piece of pork with one knife, and said: "It's enough to weigh two pounds, and I'm an innocent boy. If you don't believe me, you can weigh it with a scale."
If the cut is one or two and a half ounces short, which is not enough, then the piece of meat will be given to you for free without charging you a penny! These big fat pigs were also killed and given to the villagers. I, Zhang Feide, do what I say! "
Seeing what he said, Guan Wenchang and Qin'er both sweated for him.
As the saying goes, if the scale is not enough and the cut is not accurate, then these big fat pigs will be given to others to eat in vain, and they will definitely lose everything. Even Xue Wuhen's hard-earned money will be in vain.
Without anyone's instructions, I saw Zhang Feide killing pigs and selling them on the street. He was very skilled and skilled, and he was a descendant of Zhang Fei. Someone had already taken out the scale from home and wanted to see if Zhang Feide's vision was accurate. Can one size fits all and be fully scaled at one time? That's what people usually say.
When the piece of pork was hooked by the scale hook, everyone at the scene looked over and stared at the weight displayed on the scale beam.
"One pound, exactly one pound!"
Looking at the weight displayed on the scale star, the person holding the scale exclaimed: "It's so accurate, no more, no less, this piece of meat weighs exactly one kilogram!"
"Wow, it really is one cut, exactly one pound, such a precise technique!" someone exclaimed.
The man who bought the meat was true to his word. One pound of pork was paid according to two pounds. Guan Wen, who helped collect the money, took it with a smile on his face and breathed a sigh of relief.
A person with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks thought that this was an accident. Besides, one pound is a round number. It is not difficult to get it right with one knife after practice. But if it is a few kilograms or two, it would be difficult to get it right with one knife, so he wanted to make things difficult. Zhang Feide, if Zhang Feide can’t cut it correctly, he can eat meat for free.
So he shouted: "Zhang Feide, give me four pounds and a half of pork belly, and seven pounds and eighty and a half of pork chops. If you can do these two things accurately, I will give you a piece of silver!"
As he spoke, he took out an ingot of silver, shook it and said, "Zhang Feide, if you can't cut it with one knife, don't you need me to pay? Does your word count?"
"Oh, this?"
Zhang Feide frowned, patted his chest and said: "Brother, as I said just now, how can words not count? A manly man, spitting is a nail. Even if you don't believe me, you should believe in my ancestors. Zhang Fei, right?"
The man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks sneered and said: "Zhang Feide, I believe your ancestor has no purpose? Zhang Fei died hundreds of years ago. If you don't keep your word, will you ask me to go to the grave to argue with him? Humph? Humph, I don’t want to be a ghost yet!”
Everyone couldn't help but burst out laughing after hearing this, but it was true, whether Zhang Feide meant what he said, what did it have to do with his ancestor Zhang Fei? Do you want Zhang Fei to take the blame for him?
"Making trouble, this is just looking for trouble!"
Qin'er looked at the man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks and said: "Zhang Feide, don't sell it to him. It's such a piecemeal piece, and there are bones. How can it be cut so accurately? This is not deliberately to make things difficult for you, but to make you lose your money. No return? Just ignore him!"
Guan Wenchangyi said solemnly: "Yes, third brother, he is deliberately making things difficult for you and wants to eat for free. Just don't sell it to him, otherwise you will go bankrupt and we will all follow the northwest wind!"
After hearing this, the man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks snorted coldly, and said with a mocking and provocative tone: "Zhang Feide, do you hear that? Your brothers are worried about you. If you are afraid, go back as soon as possible. Don't bluff and embarrass yourself here. Say What a descendant of Zhang Fei, what kind of ancestral skills!"
"What a shame!"
Zhang Feide shouted loudly, ignored them, grabbed the butcher's knife, waved his hand, and with a flash of cold light, a piece of pork belly came out of his hand and threw it to the man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.
The sharp knife was dragged around the ribs of the fat pig several times, and with a few clicks, he cut off a few steaks and threw them to the man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. He said domineeringly: "You can weigh it. If it doesn't count, it's not enough. These few steaks will be weighed." All the big fat pigs are given to you!"
"Okay, all I want is your words!"
The man with the pointed mouth and monkey cheeks couldn't help but be ecstatic, and called the scaler to weigh him. He couldn't help being dumbfounded. It turned out that the piece of pork belly happened to be four kilograms and seven and a half taels, and the steak was seven kilograms and eight taels and two cents, which was exactly what he asked for. , not less than a penny or a tael!
When the scaler's excited counting sound sounded, the crowd couldn't help but boil. Some people exclaimed: "Wow, what a magic sword skill!"
"What a magic sword! One cut, one cut, it's so miraculous!"
