"Sneak extra meals?"
He raised his eyebrows slightly, Pei Wende was not as naive as Zhang Chusheng.
Let’s not talk about where the extra meat came from, but without Butcher Zhang’s approval, no matter how much his mother favored him, she wouldn’t have been able to add meat to him every time.
"Speaking of which, is your dad at home today?"
Nodding affirmatively, Zhang Chusheng, who had just recovered from his excitement, continued.
"My father and mother both know that you are going down the mountain today, so they asked me to wait for you here in advance."
"If you need to prepare anything, my family has prepared it for you. My father knows that you like to eat meat, and he specially left a piece of high-quality pork spine for you."
At this point, Zhang Chusheng seemed to realize something and suddenly said softly.
"Of course, you must not tell Zen Master Lingyou that I said this."
Zhang Chusheng knew very well that although Zen Master Lingyou didn't say it, he always hoped that Pei Wende could inherit his mantle.
Therefore, Zhang Chusheng did not want Zen Master Lingyou to know that he had been secretly helping Pei Wende to "break the precepts".
Even though Pei Wende had always made it clear that he did not want to be a monk, Zhang Chusheng felt that it was only a matter of time before he became a monk.
"You kid!"
He couldn't help but give Zhang Chusheng a head start. Pei Wende couldn't help but nodded and agreed to the other party's request.
"I know, I know!"
"I don't know why you are so afraid of that old monk. You have only seen him a few times in total."
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Zhangjia Village, the home of Butcher Zhang.
Different from the general family layout, due to Zhang Butcher's professional nature, there is a huge yard in front of his home.
Generally speaking, Butcher Zhang would slaughter and cut livestock in this yard, and then put them on his stall and sell them outside.
But since Zhang Chusheng started running his own "tuck shop", Butcher Zhang built a small pavilion at the exit of the yard.
On weekdays, the things Zhang Chusheng brought from the town would be bought and sold in the pavilion.
People with special needs in the village will also tell Zhang Chusheng in the pavilion what they want one day in advance and ask him to write it down in pen and ink.
Over time, the pavilion seemed to have become the "mailbox" of the village.
With the help of some literate children and elderly people, people in the village no longer need to wait for Zhang Chusheng.
They usually put the list and money they have written in the pavilion a day or half a day in advance, and Butcher Zhang will naturally clean it up and take care of it.
Occasionally, Butcher Zhang would put his slaughtered animals directly outside the pavilion for trading, which could be described as killing two birds with one stone.
No, Butcher Zhang is busy outside the pavilion now.
Deboning and chopping huge pieces of raw meat, then tying them tightly with oil paper and packaging them, this is Butcher Zhang’s daily work.
Thanks to the fact that there are only a few families in Zhangjia Village, Butcher Zhang's daily butchering tasks are not as many as he imagined, so he has the time to help others cut up the bones, lean meat, and fat meat bit by bit.
"Old Chu, aren't you done yet?"
Just at this time, an old farmer who had just returned from the fields saw the busy Butcher Zhang and said hello to him in a friendly way.
"Hurry, hurry!"
"Isn't it the Chinese Ghost Festival today? I have to help the stubborn old man divide the meat in advance, otherwise his three brothers will definitely start a fight again."
Hearing this, the old farmer also thought of the three conflicted sons of the stubborn old man, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.
"That stubborn old man was also a strong person when he was young. Who knew that when he got old, he would end up with such unfilial descendants? What an injustice!"
After that, the old farmer ignored Butcher Zhang who was still busy and walked towards his home while shaking his head.
"Lazy bitch, I'm back!"
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"This old man's mouth is still so broken."
While continuing to cut the pork, he watched the old farmer leave his sight...
It wasn't until he could no longer see the old farmer's back that the tall and tall Butcher Zhang tugged at his already soaked clothes and muttered something vaguely.
"Isn't your family's situation much better than that of the stubborn old man?"
"As expected, my Chu Sheng is reliable. He has both a mind for reading and a talent for business. In two years, he will be able to go hunting with me in the mountains..."
With a proud smile on his face, Butcher Zhang, like all fathers, is proud of his children's future.
"Chu Lang, how are you preparing your things?"
While Zhang Butcher was busy outside the pavilion, his wife's voice came from the house, and there was a slight hint of urging in her tone.
"Don't worry while I do the work!"
"I've already cut up the stubborn old man's meat and will deliver it to him later."
After quickly packing the cut and deboned meat into four portions, Butcher Zhang turned around and answered in the direction of the house.
"You rough guy, who asked you this?"
However, upon hearing Butcher Zhang's reply, his wife, who was busy in the room, cursed angrily.
"What I'm talking about is, have you packed all the things you prepared for Pei DaDa and Master Zen?"
"Pei Daudao" was originally Pei Wende's nickname in the academy, but after Zhang Chusheng "spread" it, it has become a fixed name for him in Zhangjiacun.
On the one hand, this is certainly because rural people think it is easier to make a living with a "low-name", and on the other hand, it is also because Pei Wende is a bit ridiculously bold.
After all, when Zhang Chusheng was born, it was Pei Wende who went to the town alone to find a midwife, and this prevented Zhang Butcher's wife from being killed in childbirth.
At that time, he was less than ten years old, and he was just a little novice who followed Zen Master Lingyou to do good deeds and accumulate virtue.
"Of course it has been prepared a long time ago. I was the first to pack the things for them!"
Zhang Tutu, who knows how to repay his kindness, will naturally not ignore the lifesaver of his wife and children. He immediately patted the largest package at his feet and assured his wife who was still in the house.
"In addition to the pork loin prepared for Pei DaDang, I also specially prepared some fermented bean curd for Zen Master..."
"Even Monk Huiji, I prepared a Shaozhou tea for him, ensuring that they are all satisfied!"
Hearing what Butcher Zhang said, his wife breathed a sigh of relief. She was afraid that this rough and careless man in her family would not take the things she arranged to heart.
"That's good. After you deliver the pork to the stubborn old man's house later, remember to take Pei Dadan back to the temple."
"That kid is good at everything, but he's a little too courageous. I don't trust him carrying so many things up the mountain alone."
"Also, after arriving at the temple, you must not call yourself Monk Huiji anymore. Remember to call him Master!"
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