Chapter 43: Pig Killing Mission
When I heard my cousin say this, I immediately became more serious.
I looked at my uncle and couldn't help asking immediately, "Uncle, what's the important matter?"
"Xiaoyang, we have also finished celebrating the New Year, and the work at our slaughterhouse is about to begin. So, if you have nothing to do tomorrow, go to Wang Fugui's home in Sanlian Township and help them kill a pig. Wang Fugui said that his family wants to kill a pig to make bacon."
My cousin spoke slowly.
I was stunned for a few seconds after hearing this. What my cousin said was right. This matter was indeed a relatively important matter for our slaughterhouse.
But for me who has been going through these things recently, it seems not so important.
Now that the murderer who killed my grandfather has not been found, I feel a little unwilling.
My cousin has also helped me a lot. Now is the time when his slaughterhouse is very busy, and I can't just ignore his business.
Maybe I was absent-minded and didn't answer my uncle immediately, so he suddenly urged me, "Xiaoyang, what are you thinking about? Don't you have time recently? If you don't have time, I'll go by myself."
"No, uncle, what are you talking about? I have time."
Seeing this, I hurriedly spoke.
"Do you really have time?" My cousin asked me again, as if he was worried.
I nodded and told him that I really had time.
"Well, let's split up. You go to Sanlian Township, and I'll go to the vegetable market to open a shop. I'll give you Wang Fugui's phone number later."
I nodded and said okay.
After I talked to my cousin, I went back to my room to sleep. I had been very tired in recent days. I had a lot of yin energy and weak yang energy, and my physical condition was not good. Not long after my head hit the pillow, I fell into a deep sleep.
I don't know how much time passed the next day, but I opened my eyes only when I felt a burning sensation.
I subconsciously looked outside and saw the sun hanging high in the sky. I couldn't help but uttered "oh shit" in my heart. I was careless and got up late.
When slaughtering a pig, it is usually best to start at five or six in the morning so that you can clean up the mess and have a pig-killing meal at noon.
I took out my cell phone and checked the time. It was already two o'clock in the afternoon.
I hurried out of the bedroom and shouted for my cousin several times, but no one in the yard responded.
I called out to the Taoist priest a few more times, but there was still total silence.
As a last resort, I took out my cell phone and called my cousin. On the other end of the line, my cousin quickly pressed the answer button.
His laughter came from the opposite side, and I was a little dazed, wondering how my uncle could still laugh at this time.
"Uncle, why didn't you call me? We've missed the time to slaughter the pigs. Don't go back and ruin our slaughterhouse business."
I said anxiously.
The uncle then smiled and said, "Xiaoyang, what are you talking about? Are you still asleep?"
"What's wrong?"
"Slaughtering the pig for Wang Fugui's family is tonight. You can go there at six in the evening."
"In the evening? Uncle, don't you have time?"
If it is at night, my uncle should have time. Although I have followed my uncle to slaughter pigs for several years, it would be better for me if my uncle could be present for some things.
"Xiao Yang, I have something to do tonight. I have to follow Master to do something."
"Master? What is he going to do?" I suddenly felt nervous.
"I don't know either. My master has a weird temper. Anyway, if you encounter any problems at the butcher shop, just call me immediately. You can drive the car yourself."
After my cousin finished speaking, I suddenly heard someone asking the price for meat from his side.
Immediately, my uncle said to me anxiously: "Xiaoyang, I won't talk anymore. I'm hanging up now."
There was a busy tone from the other end. I came back to my senses after a while. I stood there for a while, and when I was a little more sober, I went to wash up.
After cleaning up and eating something, it was around three o'clock.
I drove my cousin's broken pickup truck towards Sanlian Township.
Sanlian Township is some distance away from the slaughterhouse, and it might take about an hour. The car sped all the way and arrived at Sanlian Township at around four o'clock.
However, Sanlian Township is very large. After I arrived there, I suddenly realized one thing: my uncle forgot to tell me which village Wang Fugui was from.
I had no choice but to call my cousin again to ask, but the call just wouldn’t go through.
I had to find Wang Fugui's home by asking around.
What surprised me was that Wang Fugui was quite a famous person in Sanlian Township. I asked a random passerby, and that passerby immediately knew where Wang Fugui lived.
After I arrived, I found out why Wang Fugui was so famous.
I saw that Wang Fugui had a very large house, which covered an area of at least several thousand square meters, which was not something that ordinary people could compare to.
His house seemed out of place with the surrounding houses, as if they were from two different worlds. I thought to myself how nice it was to have such rich people.
I stood in front of the house with a butcher knife on my waist, and suddenly I couldn't help feeling curious. Does such a rich person still have to kill pigs himself to make sausages and bacon?
Although I had my doubts, I had no choice but to do it since someone found me.
When I got closer , I saw a high wall and a large courtyard. I stood outside the wall and raised my hand to knock on the door.
Accompanied by the sound of "bang bang bang".
The door opened automatically and I walked in. The environment inside was even more eye-catching. I felt it was really a surprise to see such a house in the countryside.
This house is even better than the houses in the city.
It is almost five o'clock now. The sunlight has long become weak, and the sky has even become gloomy.
I searched the yard with my eyes, and just as I was about to move forward, a low voice suddenly came from behind me: "Hello."
When I heard this voice, I was startled and immediately pulled out my butcher knife.
The butcher knife flashed with a cold light. I have had this knife with me for several years and have killed many pigs with it.
So this knife is full of blood.
When I turned around, I saw a pair of narrow eyes. This pair of eyes was narrow and cold, which gave people an invisible feeling of oppression.
However, when he saw the butcher knife in my hand, his eyes clearly avoided it.
"what are you doing?"
His voice suddenly lowered a bit.
As soon as I heard this, I reacted. I quickly put away the butcher knife and said with a silly smile on my face: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
The man in front of him said impatiently: "It's okay, you are here to kill the pig, right?"
"Yes, are you Boss Wang Fugui?"
As soon as I finished saying this, I didn't expect the person in front of me to suddenly change his expression, and then said to me in a serious face: "Can you call me Wang Fugui?"
This made me feel a little embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, Boss Wang."
"I told you not to call me Boss Wang."
The man in front of me gradually became agitated, which puzzled me.
