"Old Fan, let's go and kill the pig. Let's eat pork tonight." Old man Qian, the cook, stood by the playground and yelled at the top of his lungs.
Hearing this, Fan Kuai stopped training and ran forward.
Old Man Qian's old face was as wrinkled as tree bark when he smiled. Although Old Fan became a county soldier, his occupational disease remained unchanged and he came running over when he heard about pig slaughter.
Unexpectedly, Old Man Qian was not thanked by Fan Kuai. Instead, he was spat on, "Old Qian, what are you yelling at? Didn't you see that I am training troops?"
"My second team is the first echelon responsible for frontal attack, do you understand? It is related to the success or failure of the entire battle, do you understand? You are hindering my training, do you understand..."
Fan Kuai shouted loudly at the old man, "Do you understand?"
Well……
Will Lao Qian be punished and Lao Fan eat pig manure? As for being so excited?
He wiped the water from his face and dug his toes into the ground. With his hot face pressed against his cold ass, he had never been so embarrassed in his decades of life.
Several gusts of autumn wind blew in succession, and he shivered before coming back to his senses.
Bah, what a shameless person!
He spat hard. Without Butcher Fan, there is still no need to eat pigs with hair on them!
Lao Qian rolled up his sleeves.
I have eaten pork and seen pigs running away, but I have also killed a mouthful of livestock!
He did what he said and summoned the other two men from the kitchen. The three of them are all middle-aged uncles. Going up the mountain to kill bandits is probably enough, but as for killing pigs...
Hum, the white knife goes in and the red knife comes out, guaranteed to be fatal with one strike!
They did what they said. Old Qian sharpened the butcher's knife first, and the waiter prepared the bench and wooden plate. Lao Qian volunteered to do the surgery himself, and the other two people worked together to pin the pig to the bench.
The second senior brother struggled desperately, and his screams echoed throughout the military camp.
"Don't scream, don't scream, it will be fine in a while..." Lao Qian muttered. He originally thought that killing a pig was just a simple matter of a white knife going in and a red knife coming out.
But when the knife reached the pig's neck, he discovered that things were not simple.
Perhaps it was the second senior brother's screams that aroused his compassion, but at the critical moment he couldn't bear it. He couldn't use his hand hard, and the knife that he thrust out could not be pushed in even half an inch into the flesh.
The result was that the pig was not killed, but rather hurt.
The second senior brother, who was in pain, became furious and suddenly used strength to break free from the cook's hand, jumped off the bench and ran away quickly.
Lao Qian was dumbfounded and dropped the butcher's knife to the ground.
"Why don't you hurry up and chase the pig? Let it run away. Can I bear the blame?" One of the cooks beat his chest and took the lead in chasing the pig.
Lao Qian and the other gangster woke up from a dream and hurriedly chased them out.
All of a sudden, a strange sight appeared in the military camp: a big white pig running wildly in front, and three middle-aged uncles chasing after each other, shouting and screaming...
Where the dust and smoke started to rise, there was actually a chase between humans and pigs, which looked ridiculous no matter how you looked at it.
After all, this is a barracks, not a slaughterhouse.
Many eager county soldiers wanted to join the human-pig chase, but they were all repelled by their squad leaders with a fierce look.
"Asshole, have you never seen a pig running?" the team leader yelled.
"Hurry up and practice to the death! If you lose your mind even a little bit on the battlefield, you will die. Do you understand?"
Of the three hundred county soldiers, no one dared to step forward to help.
Kong Fang came out of the office and happened to see this scene. He quickly reminded the old moneymen not to chase them foolishly. Even if they caught up with them, they would not be able to catch them.
They should first grab the rope that tied its feet.
The rope was tied by the yamen servants to make it easier to control the pigs from running around.
Lao Qian and the others were so anxious that they never thought that pigs had such a weakness. Thanks to Kong Fang's guidance, Lao Qian swooped down and grabbed the rope being dragged by the pig.
Sure enough, the angry Second Senior Brother was not easy to mess with. It only paused for a moment, then continued to run wildly, dragging Lao Qian with it.
Bah, bah...
Lao Qian ate several mouthfuls of dirt, and his belly rubbed against the ground. The pain...
Alas, let’s not talk about it anymore, it’s important to catch the pig.
Fortunately, the other two guys came to help in time and held on to the rope together. The second senior brother finally couldn't run away and could only scream loudly in protest.
The second senior brother was put on the bench again, but Lao Qian never had the courage to pick up the butcher's knife.
"I come."
Kong Fang picked up the knife and held it up casually. Although the movements were a bit clumsy and the swordsmanship was not dazzling enough, Lao Qian and the others were amazed when they saw it.
They have seen scholars writing articles and officials sitting in court and shouting, but they have never seen scholars or officials killing pigs.
"Sister, what do you think my brother-in-law is doing?"
In the distance, Fang Shiyi lightly covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes widened in disbelief. Fang Shiqing followed the reputation and frowned slightly, "Kill the pig."
Isn't it just killing a pig? What's the fuss about?
"But...but my brother-in-law is a scholar and a county magistrate. He shouldn't..." Fang Shiyi was anxious.
Fang Shiqing responded calmly, "Didn't he say that people are born equal, and there is no distinction between high and low professions. If this is the case, the magistrate and the butcher are equal, so there is nothing to make a fuss about when he kills pigs."
Fang Shiyi stared at her sister, doubting whether what she said was sincere.
Kong Fang never killed a pig. But in his previous life, when the Spring Festival was approaching, almost every household in the village would kill pigs for the New Year. He was no stranger to the task of killing pigs.
At this time, he was holding a butcher's knife in his hand and staring at the second senior brother, not noticing the attention and conversation of the Fang sisters.
"puff……"
Kong Fang gritted his teeth and used force with his hands. The sharp pig-butchering knife sank into the second brother's neck, reaching the handle. He quickly drew the knife again, and a stream of blood-red pig blood spurted out.
…
The Second Senior Brother's screams soon stopped, and the military camp fell silent.
All the county soldiers stopped training, and the team leader forgot to supervise them.
They all had huge exclamation points and question marks spinning above their heads: Can adults kill pigs? ! Isn't he a scholar? Isn't he a master?
Fan Kuai, come here quickly, did you trick me into learning how to kill pigs?
You're such a rough guy, do you understand how you've insulted the gentlemen?
Fan Kuai is innocent.
Adults can kill people, let alone kill pigs? What does it have to do with me?
Kong Fang breathed a sigh of relief.
It was his first time to kill a pig by himself, and to be honest, he was very nervous! Fortunately everything went smoothly and no one made a fool of himself. Lao Qian respectfully took the butcher's knife from his hand.
"Sir, you go back and rest, and leave the rest to us."
Kong Fang did not refuse, simply explained a few words and left. Seeing Kong Fang walking away, the county soldiers woke up from a dream and started training again.
The corners of Fang Shiqing's mouth rose.
Fang Shiyi sighed.
My sister may be right, but it's a pity for her brother-in-law. It's a pity that he is full of knowledge. It's a pity that his hand holding the pen picked up the butcher's knife.
