The village owner was about to leave, but he was called. He grabbed the horse, and turned to see that it was a tall, lanky Orion, and a Tree Crashing Orion. He asked, "What is the matter with you?" ”

"Our horse meat?" Skinny Orion takes a step forward.

"To our horse meat." Hit the tree hunters.

The two didn't say anything, but the village owner forgot. The horse's flesh has not yet been cut. The owner of the village remembered that he gave each of the hunters four catties of horse meat. He said: "Four catties for one person, do you bring a scale?" ”

The Orions didn't take that with them, they went into the mountains to hunt. Don't go to the streets to sell meat. The tall and thin Orion replied: "I didn't bring a scale." ”

"How can I give this if I don't bring a scale?" The village lord said.

The emaciated Orion drew his sword, took a few steps towards the carriage, and said, "What do you think of it?" ”

There was some blood on his head, and Orion drew his sharp knife and strode towards the carriage: "Then it is estimated that it can be cut, and it can only be like this." "They don't bring scales, they don't take horses into the woods to sell horse meat.

And so it can only be so, the village owner did not stop the hunters. He said to the soldiers, "Let the Orion cut the horse's meat." The village lord was a little worried about the Orion's more cuts, so he said to the soldiers: "You can help estimate that one person is four catties." ”

"It's the village master," immediately the soldiers and the soldiers in the carriage responded.

The hunters walked up to the wagon and watched the meat against it. The soldiers in the carriage, sitting on horse fur, turned to look back. The two soldiers dismounted and led the horses to see the Orion cut the meat.

"Where do you want meat?" Said the knife-dropping soldier behind Orion.

"Tenderloin?" There was some blood on the top of his head, and Orion said this.

Tenderloin, tender meat. Soldiers and village owners know that tenderloin is good meat. The price of good meat will be more expensive and the quantity will be smaller. The village lord said: "Four horse thighs, and the four of you will cut four catties on it." ”

Orion could tell that the village owner did not want to give the tenderloin.

The amount of tenderloin is small, and they know it. Horse leg meat is also available, take it home and roast it and eat it. Brush it with homemade barbecue sauce, or spicy sauce, and the aroma will fly away.

Emaciated, Orion said, "Horse leg meat is fine." ”

Village Owner: "Okay, let's cut it." ”

"Cut," the village lord spoke, and the soldier with a knife said.

Good meat people won't give. Orion knows. All four of them took knives and cut the flesh of the horse's thigh.

Orion pulls his thighs with knives and tries to cut his flesh. A soldier next to the soldier who dropped the knife said: "How big is four catties of meat?" ”

Orion often cut meat, and the tall and thin Orion said, "Seven or eight fists, that big piece." The hunter dragged the horse's leg and cut the flesh down.

The knife is fast, and cutting meat is like cutting tofu. The four hunters dragged the horse's legs, and each cut off a large piece of meat.

The soldiers couldn't estimate how many pounds it was, so they let them cut it.

The Orion wears the cut meat on a steel fork and a two-toothed fork.

The owner of the village saw that the Orion had worn the meat. The dismounted soldiers had already set the legs of the horses that Orion had pulled, and the two of them had just mounted their horses. I heard the village master say: "Go back to the village." ”

The village owner, Orion, is not all the way, one goes to the south gate, and the other goes to the west gate. So they divided their paths in the open forest, one to the north and the other to the northwest.

chased the female shopkeeper of the teahouse on East Street, and returned with a cart of horse meat. This happens unexpectedly. The village owner didn't think that after chasing the female shopkeeper, he would be able to stop her from meeting the Phantom Lord. Luckily she fell into the pit, and it was he who saved her and her horse.

A horse, galloping into the woods. When he returned, he was a cart of meat. The village lord shook his head. It's hard to predict.

Out of the forest, there is a clearing between the village and the forest. At a glance, no one can escape. The female shopkeeper led the horse in front of her, less than a mile. Blue dress brown horse, obvious.

The "driving" village owner was in front, and the soldiers and carriages were behind.

The wagon, a horse-drawn horse, carried two men and a cart of meat. It's not very fast. The carriage dragged the village owner and the soldier to two horses.

The shopkeeper was ahead, and two horses and carriages could catch up with her. The carriage was slow, but it was much faster than the shopkeeper.

If the horse is wounded, do not go quickly. The female shopkeeper led the horse home.

"Driving" the female shopkeeper is slow, and the village owner is about to catch up with the shopkeeper.

The sound of horses' hooves behind him was near, and the female shopkeeper looked back. It's the village lords who are them. She took the horse by her hand and continued to walk slowly with her steps.

The village owner caught up with the female shopkeeper, sat on the horse and raised his fists, and greeted her: "Shopkeeper." ”

The village owner greeted him, and the female shopkeeper stopped to return the salute. The village owner greeted him, walked over. The female shopkeeper wanted to return the gift, but she couldn't do it. Then two soldiers rode a horse, followed by a carriage.

The horse walked past the female shopkeeper, and the village lord was surprised, he looked, it was impolite to greet people like this. He tugged at the reins of his horse, "Phew! "Stop the horse.

The village lord smiled ashamedly, "Shopkeeper." "The horse is coming."

The village lord stopped, and the horseback soldiers and carriages followed.

The village owner stopped, and the female shopkeeper smiled slightly. She said: "The village owner doesn't have to say hello when he sees the people's daughter. It should be the people who greet her. ”

The village lord smiled. He asked, "Why is the shopkeeper walking so slowly?" The horse should be able to go faster. ”

The female shopkeeper smiled. She replied: "The horse has just been operated on, and walking fast is not good for foot injuries." ”

"Oh," the village master paused. He said: "The shopkeeper walks slowly, let's go back first." "When the village master finished speaking, he turned his horse's head towards the village." The village lord walked slowly. The female shopkeeper said.

"Driving" the village owner shakes the horse rope and clamps the horse's belly.

The female shopkeeper smelled the smell of blood, the fresh smell of meat. The carriage passed by, and the female shopkeeper was in the carriage and saw a pile of meat, and some flies were lying on the meat. Legs, ribs, head, intestines, heart and liver...

"Where's the meat? Like a horse. The shopkeeper looked at it, and she remembered that the village owner had four horses, and what about the injured horse? She looked, and saw a plaster cast on the wagon.

She knew that the horse was the one with the broken foot.

The village was empty among the woods, and the owner of the village did not return on horseback.

In front of the village gate, some women were talking loudly, their mouths were dry and their lips were dry. There are more than half as many women as when soldiers drive horse-drawn carts out of the village.

The village lord had already seen the women shouting and talking at the village gate. "These women." That's all he said at the time.

"Driving" the village owner approached the village gate.

"It's the village owner." A woman was talking to her sisters and looked out of the village gate to say something.

The woman who heard it looked out of the village, turned back and continued to speak.

Riding straight to the village gate, most of the women took a look. Turned back, still shouting and talking. "These women." The village lord said these four words again.

The village owner, the soldiers, and the carriage walked unhurriedly to the village gate, and they kept taking the road to the village.

The village owner rode past the village gate on horseback and looked at the women. The soldiers who rode behind him and dropped their swords said to the women: "Don't gather at the gate of the village, and go to the village to chatter." ”

"What are you doing at the gate of Duju Village?" Sitting behind him, the soldier said.

"Don't gather at the village gate." Sitting in the back carriage, both soldiers said.

The soldiers spoke a little bit, and the women all looked at the soldiers. The burly old lady was among them, and she looked at the four soldiers, but did not dare to squeak.

There was a half-fat old lady who said, "Soldier buddy, let me talk here?" ”

"Let's go up." Sitting in a carriage, a soldier said. This soldier was the third soldier to speak.