But for some reason, Zhang Butcher's grandfather, after killing the bandits, decided to seal the knife. Although he was still on an errand in the county office, he never killed anyone with a knife since then.

There was also a strange turn: since then, Zhang's butcher's great-grandfather has never eaten mutton again. But before him, he was "fond of mutton like life", what mutton soup, mutton soup, mutton buns, etc., in his favorite diet, almost all of them are related to mutton, but since he killed the bandit Lao San, he has almost changed a person in his diet, and he does not touch any dishes related to mutton.

But at least one thing has not changed, he still often goes to the old Liu Tou's house to tell stories, and the two still often talk until late at night. After a long time, Lao Liu Tou stumbled upon the fact that this old friend, who loved mutton very much, for some reason, had quit mutton so thoroughly. When he couldn't help but ask the reason, Zhang Butcher's grandfather said with a stern face:

"I don't want to lie to you, but I'm not going to tell you the truth; The reason why I don't want to lie to you is because I am honest with my friends, this is my principle, and I will not be happy to lie to you; But if I tell you the truth, it will not be good for you and me, you know, those who read feng shui and fortune tellers, their heirs are generally not prosperous, this is because the leakage of heavenly secrets will damage yin virtue and yang longevity, and some things are still not known. ”

Lao Liu Tou looked at the grandfather of Zhang Butcher with a serious face, not like he was joking, he didn't know what to say for a while, he paused a little, laughed a few times, and said as if he had broken the siege: "Although your brother used to love to eat mutton, but he didn't pay much attention to it, do you know where the mutton is the most delicious in our area?" ”

Butcher Zhang's grandfather also felt that what he said just now was too solemn, which made the atmosphere a little embarrassing, so he hurriedly eased his tone and said jokingly: "Ha, I really don't know this, I have to listen to your well-informed and well-informed old Mr. Liu." ”

The atmosphere eased down, Lao Liu Tou twisted his goatee, and said unhurriedly: "If you want to pay attention to the delicious and refreshing taste of this mutton, you must count the sheep we have there."

"Oh?" Zhang Butcher's grandfather's body was imperceptibly shocked, and for some reason, Zhang Butcher's grandfather seemed to be touched by Lao Liutou's words.

Old Liu Tou didn't seem to notice the subtle changes in Grandpa Zhang's butcher's expression, but continued slowly: "I don't know when the sheep we have there are very different from ordinary sheep, not only the meat taste is different, but sometimes even the internal organs are different from other sheep.

I remember when I was very young, once during the Chinese New Year, our family because there was no suitable sheep to slaughter, so we bought one from another family in our village, ready to use it for the New Year, by the way, the one who sold our sheep was the grandfather of the bandit you just killed, I still remember listening to my father say that their sheep are different from ordinary sheep, the meat is particularly fragrant, and the smell of ordinary mutton, their sheep are almost none. Therefore, many families in our village often buy sheep from their families to raise, or buy direct meat. Their sheep are much more expensive than ordinary sheep, but they are still in short supply, and even people from other villages come here.

I remember the one we bought, when I saw it for the first time, I felt that its eyes were very different from the general sheep's eyes, the general sheep's eyes, they all looked big, round, and yellow, and the sheep's eyes, I looked a little like the human eye, but the adults didn't seem to pay much attention, at that time I was young, not tall, so when I was standing, the position just noticed the sheep's eyes, so I looked more carefully, to be honest, the sheep also looked at me, I was looking at it, and my heart trembled and I got goosebumps, and for some reason, I didn't think it was a sheep looking at me, but a person, and it was a strange feeling, and it was still vivid until now, decades later. Ha, maybe it's just that I'm oversensitive, maybe it's sheep with this characteristic that tastes the best.

Later, when I ate the sheep, I felt that the taste was indeed very different from ordinary mutton, fragrant but not greasy. When my mother was steaming the steamed buns, she also put a piece of such mutton in the cage drawer, because after steaming, the meat aroma will come out, so that the steamed bread in the cage drawer will also seep into this meat fragrance. However, this meat is delicious and delicious, but the fire is too big, many people will be red after eating, and there will be a special bubble on the mouth, which is wrapped in a layer and will flow pus. But it's not a big deal, it'll be fine in a few days.

Later, however, a remark from an old man in one of our neighborhoods made me lose my appetite.

The old man had been a soldier, and had fought many battles with real knives and guns, and he would be shirtless every summer, and the bare scars on his body at that time were terrifying. Because he has a relatively upright personality and always speaks straightforwardly, he doesn't have any fame, and when he is older, he will be disarmed and returned to the field, and he is still a white ding.

That day he came to our house, and when he saw the sheep hanging on the branches of the tree in the yard, he muttered, 'This is like the internal organs of a sheep, but it is very much like the internal organs of a person', and the adults were busy with their own business, and no one paid attention to what the old man said, but I heard it clearly, and his words made me a little sick. Strange to say, this veteran seems to have resolutely refused to let his children and grandchildren buy the bandit grandfather's sheep since then, and once quarreled with his son about it, but people think that he is old, a little confused, and a little weird, so no one has the same knowledge as him."

Butcher's grandfather Zhang listened to some strange changes in his expression, covering his mouth with his hand, his face became more and more pale, he seemed to be very uncomfortable, and suddenly, he seemed to be unable to bear it, so he rushed to the door, and spit out.

Old Liu Tou was very surprised to see Grandpa Zhang's butcher react like this, because he felt that this old friend was such a famous executioner, and he had never seen any disgusting and terrifying scenes. He patted the back of Butcher Zhang's grandfather, and at the same time instructed the envoy girl to quickly bring tea and rinse Grandpa Zhang's butcher.

After a period of tossing, Zhang Butcher's grandfather slowly calmed down, and he slowly retreated into the house, drank a few sips of tea, and rinsed his mouth. Then he sat on the chair and was in a daze for a long time without saying a word, and then he couldn't help but turn his face and close his eyes, as if he was in pain, and said to himself with a long sigh: "Hey, what a sin! ”

Old Liu Tou was more and more confused by the strange reaction of Grandpa Zhang's butcher. However, he saw that Grandpa Zhang's grandfather was so depressed, so he didn't rush to ask, but sat quietly next to him.

After sitting like this for a while, the two chatted absentmindedly for a few more words, and Butcher Zhang's grandfather got up and said goodbye.

For more than a year after that, Yiqiē was peaceful. The matter of the three bandits also gradually disappeared from the topic of people's street discussions.

Zhang Butcher's grandfather has changed a lot in the past year or so, he quit his errand at the county government, used his savings for many years, opened a pawnshop, hired a few experienced guys, helped him take care of it, and the business was okay. His wife also gave birth to a second son for him, who is almost fifty years old, and he is considered an old man. Therefore, for this little son, Zhang Butcher's grandfather liked it very much and regarded it as a pearl in his palm. As soon as I have time, I hold it in my arms and am reluctant to let go.

The small life is very enjoyable and enjoyable.

Zhang Butcher's grandfather also slowly came out of the haze, and began to have a smile on his face, the psychological impact of killing the bandit Lao San, except that he still didn't eat mutton, didn't seem to leave any clues in his life.

But happiness tends to dull a person's vigilance. Just as Zhang Butcher's great-grandfather is immersed in his calm and warm life, potential danger is slowly approaching him.

It was an early autumn afternoon, and the sky was a little overcast. On this day, the county happened to be a bazaar, the so-called bazaar, that is, on a certain day, the people within a radius of hundreds of miles came to the county to buy and sell all kinds of commodities, so there were a lot of people. And in this county, there is a market that lasts for two days every month, and in between these two days, there is also a night market with a large number of people.

At this time, the youngest son of Grandpa Zhang's butcher was already five years old, and he was very smart and clever, and he was also very handsome, and everyone loved him. No matter how unhappy the grandfather of the butcher is, as soon as he sees this little son, he immediately disappears and smiles from ear to ear.

This little son usually loves to be lively, every time there is a market, he must let the servants take him to visit, and Zhang Butcher's grandfather also happened to have time this day, when the younger son cried and wanted to go to the market, Zhang Butcher's grandfather decided to take his son himself. What he never expected was that a catastrophe was about to fall from the sky.

The market was indeed very lively, and the father and son were in a very good mood while strolling, talking and laughing.

The two of them walked around like this for more than two hours, and the grandfather of Zhang Butcher bought a lot of things for his younger son, so much that he couldn't hold them anymore. It was getting dark, and the father and son were in a nice restaurant, and after having some dinner, they continued to walk around for a while and then prepared to go home. But the youngest son insisted that before going home, he must buy his favorite sugar gourd.

In the past, it was all bought by servants, but Zhang Butcher's grandfather never bought it, so he had to carry his son on his back, holding the things he bought, and asking where to buy sugar gourds while walking. By the time he found it, he was exhausted, sweaty, and out of breath. There are many lanterns hanging on the poles on both sides of the market, so even though it is a night market, it is still brightly lit and crowded.

This sugar gourd stall turned out to be next to the sheep market!

Although he still felt a little uncomfortable when he saw the sheep, Zhang Butcher's grandfather, the feeling was not as strong as before. He made his way through the crowd and the flocks of sheep, and finally squeezed into the sugar gourd stall. Then he put down the son on his back, paid the owner of the sugar gourd stall, and pulled down a few strings of sugar gourds.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt as if he had been hit by something behind him, followed by a child's scream. When he turned his head suddenly, he couldn't believe the scene in front of him:

A sheep has knocked his son to the ground and is biting his son's throat with his mouth!