The butcher Lao Zhang's raw butcher shop is also on Fugui Street, but it is just at the end of the street, next to Huangni Lane. Some wealthy families who live closer cannot tolerate the butcher Lao Zhang's pig killing cause every day, and jointly reported to the mayor Cai Yinwen, strongly asking the butcher Lao Zhang to drown the pig and then kill it, just because the shrill howling sound made people panic early in the morning.

Cai Yinwen took seven golden flowers to look for it once, but there was no more text. Those wealthy families asked repeatedly, and Cai Yinwen always made excuses by saying "You must kill live pigs to taste delicious."

Ordinary butchers always have a distinctive personal image of a tiger's back and bear's waist. Before slaughtering pigs, no matter whether you are in the hot summer or in the cold winter, you always take off your shirt and tie a thick cloth apron, with a big iron hook in the left hand and a pig's knife in the right hand. Even under the armpits, the toes are filled with the smell of blood and pig manure that cannot be washed.

But the butcher Lao Zhang is completely different.

He is gentle and elegant, and he is very scholarly in every move.

Whether it is when slaughtering pigs or not, he always likes to wear a white or yellow cotton linen gown, which undoubtedly comes from Tailor Ning's superb craftsmanship. In hot weather, he wears white cotton shoes with a thousand-layer sole, and if it is cold weather, he will change into a pair of black calfskin short boots.

His long black hair is always combed very delicately, and he is meticulously tied behind his head with a black thread.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing is his unique pig-killing knife.

The ordinary butcher's pig-killing knife is flat, wide-mouthed, wooden handle, and the blade is on one side, about nine inches long. On both sides of the blade, blood grooves are carved to facilitate rapid bloodletting.

But the butcher Lao Zhang's pig-killing knife was a five-edged spike about three feet long, and it was pitch black all over. It looked very blunt. Even if it was placed in the sun, it did not have any luster, and it was even less obvious what material it was made of?

This strange-shaped pig-killing knife has countless strange words or patterns engraved on the five sharp blades. When Yi Gangyu sent the little yellow croaker and loach over, he saw it several times. Once, I couldn't help but ask in a low voice, but the butcher Lao Zhang told him very readily that these were some ancient runes. When Yi Gangyu asked what these ancient runes were for, the butcher Lao Zhang smiled and said nothing, with a mysterious look on his face.

The butcher Lao Zhang's [Pig Killing Sword Technique] is the entire Digou Town, only Yi Gangyu must have been fortunate to witness it, and there is a trick hidden inside. After Yi Gangyu saw it once, he smiled but said nothing.

At the beginning of Mao, it was at dawn. After Yi Gangyu got the approval of the butcher Lao Zhang, he naturally rushed over early and thought about helping to boil some hot water. The problem is that the butcher Lao Zhang did not need hot water at all, and even cold water was not needed.

After the huge pig pen door opened, a big black and white pig jumped out happily, ran to the butcher Lao Zhang, arched his calves three times with his long mouth, and then he turned around in the backyard.

At this time, the butcher Lao Zhang would hold a cup of fragrant tea in his hand and lay on the bamboo woven chair in the corner, shouting softly: "Sing!"

The big flower pig immediately pulled open its throat and began howling like a pig. The sound was so shrill, loud and distant that made Yi Gangyu, who was watching the side, stunned.

It is no exaggeration to describe it as a long-lasting person who has been around the beam for three days.

Yi Gangyu couldn't understand what the routine was. He looked at the butcher Lao Zhang again and found that he had narrowed his eyes and was leisurely knocking on melon seeds, and had no intention of killing a pig at all.

Yi Gangyu waited for a while, but couldn't wait any longer, so he asked foolishly: "Uncle Zhang, are you?"

The butcher Lao Zhang didn't open his eyes and said lazily: "Take tea and eat melon seeds."

Yi Gangyu glared and said, "What about this pig?"

The butcher old opened his mouth and smiled slightly, saying, "Let it make a fuss."

Yi Gangyu thought for a while and said, "Yes, Uncle Zhang, are you planning to make this flower pig tired and have no strength to kill him?"

The butcher Lao Zhang refused to comment and said, "This flower pig has a name."

Yi Gangyu was stunned and said, "What?"

Butcher Lao Zhang opened his eyes this time and smiled: "The other side of the river."

Yi Gangyu was stunned and didn't believe that this big flower pig actually had such a poetic name.

Butcher Lao Zhang asked: "Boy, do you follow the old antique and chew the words, and do you know the 'Red Boat'?"

Yi Gangyu nodded and said, "You can see it, but you can't pick it."

The butcher Lao Zhang chuckled and said, "By the way, my big flower pig is the same. It can be seen but can't be eaten, so I'm anxious."

Yi Gangyu was stunned and asked, "Uncle Zhang, how could you not have eaten this pig?"

The butcher Lao Zhang glared and said, "Boy, you learned nothing from the old antiques. Is there anyone who scolds people like you?"

Yi Gangyu was stunned again, then suddenly realized and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Uncle Zhang, I lost the word " ."

The butcher Lao Zhang waved his hand and said, "This flower pig on the other side is for trouble. On this Fugui Street, except for the faces of Tailor Ning and Fu Zhenjun, the rest are ugly, but I can't kill them for no reason. So every day at the beginning of Mao Zedong, I put it out for a walk, singing for half an hour, without any obstacles, and it was so happy."

Yi Gangyu was speechless, but then he thought of a question and asked: "Uncle Zhang, your...this big flower pig is not killed, so where does the pork you sell every day come from? Yes, it turns out that you are like Mr. Gu and Mr. Helian. Just use your right hand to gently shout "Pig Come", and a big fat pig appears out of thin air, right?"

The butcher Lao Zhang laughed and said, "Boy, there is a wild boar forest fifty miles east of the town, you don't know?"

Yi Gangyu said in shock: "Are you selling all wild boar meat?!"

"Not." Butcher Lao Zhang smiled proudly and said, "There are thousands of wild boars in the wild boar forest. One is killed every day, and it cannot be killed for ten or eight years. Besides, the wild boar meat tastes delicious and is far above domestic pigs. The most important thing is that if you have no money, a wild boar weighing 500 pounds can sell three or four hundred Xuanwu golden beads, why not?"

Yi Gangyu said he was completely convinced.

This profiteer!

"The time is here." Butcher Lao Zhang sat up, walked slowly to a bluestone slab about a meter in size, turned back to Yi Gangyu, and smiled, "You guys guessed something right."

Yi Gangyu hurriedly asked, "What?"

The butcher Lao Zhang waved his left hand, and the other side flower pig, which had almost never stopped howling, immediately ran into the pig pen obediently. Then the butcher Lao Zhang made a move with his right hand in the void and said "Pig" gently in his mouth. As a result, a big gray wild boar of about four or five hundred kilograms appeared out of thin air and floated in the air.

At the same time, his exclusive pig-killing knife suddenly appeared on the right hand of the butcher Lao Zhang. In the morning light, a black light flashed away. The five-ringed spike had quietly and easily penetrated the throat of the big wild boar and pierced the heart. The huge wild boar fell softly on the bluestone slab, and his limbs twitched slightly, but he could not even make a scream.

Immediately afterwards, the black light flashed again and again. Due to the speed too fast, one of the black phantoms brought by the five-ringed spikes had not disappeared yet, and the other appeared again. In an instant, hundreds of black phantoms were intertwined, like a black spider web. When all the black phantoms disappeared, the butcher Lao Zhang had already sat back on the bamboo woven chair and grabbed a handful of melon seeds and knocked them lightly.

On the bluestone slab, the big wild boar had been removed from eight pieces, and the internal organs were piled on one side, and the fur and blood were completely gone.

Yi Gangyu was stunned for a long time before speaking in a muddle manner and asked, "Uncle Zhang, what are you doing?"

The butcher Lao Zhang said, "You boy is so arrogant that you want to see me killing pigs. I'll kill you."

Yi Gangyu said: "Is it over to kill?"

"What do you think?"

Yi Gangyu looked around, stared at the clean bluestone slab, and asked in confusion: "Okay, Uncle Zhang, where are the pig skins and pig blood?"

The butcher Lao Zhang stretched out his left hand, revealing a string of dark red Buddhist beads on his wrist, and said with a smile: "Boy, if I say that pig skin and pig blood are swallowed by this string of [Taotie Beads], you definitely don't believe it, right?"

Yi Gangyu shook his head decisively.

"Then what else are you asking?" said the butcher Lao Zhang. "You have finished killing the pigs, and you have seen enough. The pig's head, pig's trotters, pig's tails and the pile of pig's internal organs belong to you. Remember to come and fry a plate of small loaches for me tonight, and there must be no less than one hundred."

Yi Gangyu was full of joy and agreed. He hurriedly brought the bamboo basket and put all the pieces into the box. He murmured: "Pig heads are given to Aunt Liu. It is best to stew a big pot of soup. It is best to nourish her man's body. The pork head meat was fried with fresh peppers and served rice for Xiaolan and Qiangzi. The two pig's trotters were given to Grandma Wang, and the two pig's trotters were given to Uncle Zhou..."

The butcher Old Zhang listened to Yi Gangyu's thoughts with interest and couldn't help asking: "Boy, you gave it to someone, what are you eating?"

Yi Gangyu said indifferently: "Brother Shan and I cleaned these pig internal organs and could eat them for three days. Uncle Zhang, have you eaten fried pork intestines with fire pepper?"

Butcher Lao Zhang shook his head and said, "It's delicious?"

"It is most comfortable to use to drink wine." Yi Gangyu said excitedly, "I learned it from Mr. Gu. Every time I cook a large plate, Brother Shan will eat it voraciously. He can't bear to look at it."

"Seriously?" Butcher Old Zhang suddenly became interested and asked, "Is it comparable to fried little loach?"

“Each has its own flavor.”

"Well... let's talk about how to stir-fry? If I feel good about it, I'll give it a try."

Yi Gangyu nodded and said, "Uncle Zhang, you don't have authentic wild camellia oil in your kitchen, and it tastes bad when stir-fried..."

“Where is it?”

"As far as I know, there is one in the old man's kitchen."

The butcher Lao Zhang said, "It's easy to deal with. You need to get 100,000 pounds of old antiques."

Yi Gangyu couldn't help but tremble and said, "Uncle Zhang, the ancient master regarded those two jars of wild camellia oil ten times more important than ancient books. You can say ten or eight pounds as soon as you open your mouth. If I really go, I will be beaten to death."

The butcher Lao Zhang grinned and said, "I forgot that the old antiques are so stingy about eating and drinking, and they compete with Helian Shingo... This way, if you exchange this broken book, the old antiques will definitely give up."

The butcher Lao Zhang took out a thin book with a yellowed cover and handed it to Yi Gangyu. The latter then looked at it and found that although the cover was dirty, the three words "Little Leaves White" could be vaguely seen. The handwriting seemed sloppy, but in fact it was wild and unruly.

"Uncle Zhang, are you sure this old book can be exchanged for ten or eight kilograms of wild camellia oil?" Yi Gangyu didn't believe it at all.

Butcher Lao Zhang said, "It's a bargain."

It doesn’t matter if Yi Gangyu believes it or not. He always has to go there anyway. It’s really not possible. It should be a big problem to ask for three or five liang. So he put "Little Blanc" in his arms and continued: "With wild camellia oil, it will be easy to deal with it. Next, you have to cut the pig intestine and peel off some of the fat oil inside, but you can’t peel it all, otherwise the taste will be reduced. After cleaning, pour in old wine and marinate it to remove the odor. Then you have to pick two handfuls of fire pepper on the mountain, then dig a large piece of old ginger in the purple bamboo forest, prepare a bowl of red-skinned garlic, and it’s fine."

The butcher Lao Zhang was stunned and asked, "How could it be mixed together and eaten raw?"

Yi Gangyu smiled and said, "No. After these ingredients are prepared, cut the pig intestine into thick shreds, chop the flame pepper and red-skinned garlic, and cut the old ginger into pieces. Then pour wild camellia oil into the iron pot, and then boil the aroma, put the pig intestine and stir-fry for a while, leaving the oily sauce, stir-fry the seasonings, add salt and soy sauce, and when the flame pepper is cooked, pour it into the pig intestine and mix well, then put it on the plate and start eating. Never stir-fry it for too long. After the heat, the taste will be gone."

"Be particular!" Butcher Lao Zhang swallowed and said, "What are you still doing here? Go and exchange wild camellia oil."

Yi Gangyu was unsolvable, so he got brave enough to go to the old man's house, but hesitated but didn't dare to explain his purpose for a long time.

Mr. Gu said, "Speak just by saying something."

Yi Gangyu said helplessly: "Old man, Uncle Zhang asked me to ask you for ten or eight kilograms of wild camellia oil to stir-fry the pig intestine."

Old Master Gu was stunned and then glared: "You go back and tell Zhang Linyuan that there is no ten or eight coins."

Yi Gangyu took out the "Little Blank" in his arms, and said inconvenience: "Uncle Zhang said, use this for you."
Chapter completed!