Zizhu Town, Ximen Vegetable Market.
It was just dawn and the market was already very busy.
In the corner of the live poultry area, in a stall less than three steps away, a sunny boy of 17 or 18 years old was busy beside a cutting board and a hot water pot.
"Want blood?"
"want."
"Want hair?"
"want."
Chang Qing skillfully slaughtered the live chicken. Although there was only one person doing it, the smoothness was pleasing to the eye.
"Chop it into pieces?"
"chop."
Changqing took out the kitchen knife and raised and lowered the knife. Each cut was extremely stable and precise.
"Xiao Qing, who did you learn this skill of killing chickens from?"
"self-taught."
"How did you manage to pluck out all the hairs? Do you have any explanation?"
"Only if you are familiar with it."
Changqing smiled and packed up the chicken, "Auntie, five coppers, you chicken, just give me three coppers."
The aunt was so happy that she couldn't help but praise Chang Qing again and again.
The surrounding vendors looked sideways, especially the chicken seller.
A chicken costs thirty or forty copper coins, but Changqing can earn five just by "swishing, swishing, swishing, dang, dang, dang."
I'm jealous, but I'm really convinced.
Not only because of Evergreen's efficiency, but also because of the bullies who once kicked Evergreen's stall.
However, from that day on, the bully never came to collect Changqing's one-coin management fee. When they saw Chang Qing, they were just like the vendors seeing the bully.
Time flies, I can’t help but sigh.
Who would have thought that Changqing a year ago was a young man running away from famine.
With just a borrowed kitchen knife, he found a place at the Ximen Vegetable Market in Zizhu Town.
Enthusiastic, cheerful, kind and polite.
Everyone liked this boy very much, and over time, the name "Chicken Killer King of Ximen Market in Zizhu Town" spread.
Because it is too lengthy, it is simplified to "The King of Chickens".
Actually, it should have been two words.
The aunt was about to leave when she seemed to have thought of something. She looked around, leaned forward slightly, and asked in a low voice with a mysterious face:
"I remember when you first came to Zizhu Town, you said you were a Taoist priest?"
"Yep."
Changqing nodded.
Before time travel, he had just been admitted to the Taoist Academy.
Opening the altar, calling for wind and rain, yin and yang magic, scattering beans and forming soldiers...
He doesn't know any of these.
The only thing I know how to do is let nature take its course, commonly known as lying flat.
Although I have memorized a few mantras, it is not easy to deceive others.
"What does a Taoist priest do?"
"Kill demons and demons, catch ghosts and sacrifice them to heaven. Support justice and do justice for heaven."
The aunt was silent.
If it were in the past, the aunt would definitely say that Chang Qing is crazy.
In fact, when Changqing talked about it a year ago, everyone thought so.
"Widow Xiao Wang's big, fat boy who just turned one year old has been crying all day and all night. The doctors in the town were helpless and even ran away overnight after seeing her. Everyone said that her home might be invaded. What dirty things..."
"Where can there be any dirty things in this world?"
Changqing disagrees.
Since time traveling, everything else has been normal except for myself.
The aunt sighed, "You didn't hear the child's cry. Now it's hoarse. It's really heartbreaking. Why don't you go and have a look?"
Changqing wanted to refuse, but the spell he had memorized flashed through his mind.
"Can."
Changqing thought about it in her heart, her lips moved slightly, as if she was mumbling something.
He took off his apron and followed the aunt.
"Xiao Qing, isn't it too early for you to close the stall today?"
"Leave if you have something to do. Be right back."
"Then I'll go buy groceries first, and you can do it quickly."
"okay!"
Changqing greeted him familiarly.
In a remote corner of the town, at the end of a dirty alley, the gate of a courtyard was opened, and many people gathered around the door.
Several strong men, with sinewy faces and machetes and sticks in their hands, looked like they were facing a formidable enemy.
Several respected old men in the town were twirling their beards and shaking their heads.
The troublemakers kept shouting words like "dirty" and "unclean".
Many aunts and aunts also looked into the yard.
Seeing Chang Qing coming, the originally chaotic scene suddenly became quiet.
The strong men looked even more frightened, and hurriedly threw or hid the machetes and sticks in their hands, making a clanging sound.
"Chicken King is here, run!"
"Just run away, we're not causing trouble!"
"Yes..."
Changqing walked through the crowd and looked into the courtyard.
The entire courtyard looked a little messy, obviously it hadn't been swept for several days.
The main room was dark, which made people feel hairy for no reason.
Changqing looked up at the sunshine, and then at her arms that were already covered with goosebumps.
I could vaguely hear the cries of children, which were hoarse and heart-wrenching.
"How can there really be dirt in broad daylight and clear sky?" Chang Qing frowned and was about to walk into the yard.
However, an aunt grabbed Chang Qing, glanced at the bully holding a machete on the side, and lowered her voice: "You'd better be careful, his arms are scratched!"
Changqing also glanced at the strong man, whose arms were wrapped in white cloth, with a hint of bright red oozing out.
At first glance, I thought he had been stabbed.
"It's okay, just help if you can."
Changqing said, walking into the yard.
As soon as I entered the main room, I felt a sudden coldness around me.
Unable to help but shudder, Changqing walked into the back room following the sound of crying.
On the bed, there was a graceful woman half-clothed, holding a year-old child in her arms.
Widow Xiao Wang kept gently shaking her arms, trying to comfort her, but the child only cried.
"Be good, don't cry, don't cry..."
Widow Xiao Wang comforted her repeatedly, but no matter how she coaxed her, she couldn't coax her.
Chang Qing was stunned at the door, his eyes full of strange color.
Widow Xiao Wang's face was as pale as paper, and there were some gray-brown marks on her handsome face.
The room felt inexplicably colder, but Widow Xiao Wang didn't even know it, and she didn't even wrap herself in the quilt next to her.
The fingers caressing the child were as skinny as firewood, and the fingertips had a faint blood color, as if they had been stained with blood and had been sucked.
"Can I see the baby?"
Changqing asked.
Widow Xiao Wang raised her head stiffly and looked at Changqing.
Changqing suddenly took a breath of cold air.
This pair of eyes was dull, lifeless, and really scary.
Changqing bravely walked closer, and seemed to smell an indescribable smell in his nose, which was a bit smelly.
"Are you sick?"
Changqing looked at the child.
The child's face turned blue and his eyes were closed.
Widow Xiao Wang did not respond.
The lady who had led the way before had the courage to come to the door and said, "The doctor who ran away overnight said before that the child is very healthy..."
"You're not hungry, are you?"
"No, Widow Wang has a lot of milk."
"..."
Changqing blushed for a while, especially when Widow Xiao Wang pulled at her clothes, as if she was about to breastfeed.
Changqing quickly turned her head away and muttered, "Don't look at anything inappropriate."
"let me try."
Chang Qing said, turning his back to Widow Xiao Wang and mumbling something.
"The sky is in panic, the earth is in panic, there is a crying man in my family..."
As soon as Changqing finished speaking, the child actually stopped crying!
The aunt was stunned, and Chang Qing was also stunned at this time.
The aunt's face was filled with joy, and her eyes looking at Changqing were full of awe.
But at this time, Chang Qing suddenly had hairs all over his body standing on end.
Does it really work?
Doesn't this mean...
Is there really something dirty?
