Rongcheng is not as modern and prosperous as Dongshi, but compared to Zhangjiazhuang, it has won much.

It is a city made of bluestone mixed with giant trees, and even most of the houses are made of this structure, which makes it extremely sturdy.

The Rong family's house is not luxurious, but compared to a butcher family, the Rong family can do it to this extent.

Buildings have rules, but if a building exceeds the specifications, it will inevitably induce a steady stream of trouble.

That is to say, no matter how long the Rong family's pork business lasts and how deep the accumulation is, the status of the Rong family is only so high, and they can only live in this kind of house.

This is the experience and lesson passed down from generation to generation by the old butcher Rong of the Rong family, who has passed away.

Rong Li complied with these rules, but the constraints of these rules made Rong Tianding unwilling to live in Rongcheng like his predecessors.

If he wants to get rid of the shackles, Rong Tianding needs to find another way to make a living in order to get rid of all this and move up.

But Rong Tianding's painting skills are really not good, after being enthusiastically pulled by Rong Tianding to taste a 'group of pigs eating picture', Zhang Xuezhou felt that Rong Tianding might as well kill pigs.

There is no connotation, there is no artistic conception of sketching, and even Rong Tianding's pig painting is extremely rough, which looks a little hideous and ugly, and it is difficult to say that the pig is honest.

"Cousin, let me tell you, I took this beautiful picture to evaluate in Rongcheng a while ago, guess how many I won?" Rong Tianding said proudly.

"First?" Zhang Xuezhou doubted.

"That's not true" Rong Tianding said with a slight embarrassment on his proud face: "My cousin has only been studying painting for eight years, and he has not yet reached the point of being dominant. ”

"That's?"

"Thirdly, my group of pigs eating is second only to Rong Decai's eagle wings and Guo Kunpeng's fish playing in the water."

"My cousin is so strong!"

Zhang Xuezhou gave a thumbs up.

Zhang Xuezhou's painting skills are not good, but he has seen many famous paintings on the Internet.

In comparison, Rong Tianding's paintings are completely at the level of the art class of primary school monks.

But he suddenly remembered the backwardness of most aspects of this dream, and he understood it in his heart.

This is not because Rong Tianding is not good, but because of the limitations of the times and the slow flow of knowledge, and even many schools of painting have not yet taken shape and circulated in all directions.

Perhaps in the acre of three-point land in Rongcheng, Rong Tianding's paintings are indeed excellent.

But whether others buy it or not is another matter.

At least Rong Tianding's painting talent has not generated any income so far, so he has to follow them to the West Market to kill pigs the next day.

The pig killing stall sells ten pigs a day, involving Li Erlang and Wang Jiadi, the pig officials who go door to door to collect pigs, and Mao Renfeng, who transports finished pork to fixed old customers, and Rong Li, who kills pigs with the main knife, and Zhu Dan, a long-term worker.

Zhang Xuezhou didn't know what Zhang Chong and Yourong secretly discussed last night, in short, he was freed the next day, killed pigs with everyone and worked, and began to integrate into the collective.

More than 300 catties of earth pigs were pressed by Rong Li, and after the knife fell, blood sprayed wildly, and he simply swallowed his breath.

Then blow and shave, take the offal, and cut the pork in one go.

If Rong Tianding's painting skills are difficult to see, Rong Li's pig killing skills are pleasing to the eye, and the craftsmanship even far exceeds many hunters in Zhangjiazhuang.

On Rong Li's body, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't see any tiredness.

This is related to Rong Li's strong body, but it is more that the other party's perfect technology saves physical energy.

If you want to use a word of praise, Zhang Xuezhou feels that it must be a cook.

"I've demonstrated it to you in slow motion, and it's your time next, Ding'er or Zhou'er first?"

After a pig was slaughtered and cut, Rong Li handed over the pig-killing knife in her hand.

This made Zhang Xuezhou and Rong Tianding look at each other with wide eyes.

"Cousin, whoever is an elder brother must be humble to his younger brother, you go first!" Rong Tianding invited.

"Cousin, I have a good skill in weighing in the future, wouldn't it be beautiful for you to kill pigs and sell meat in the future?" Zhang Xuezhou replied with a smile.

"I don't want to kill pigs!"

Rong Tianding replied with a sad face, and waited until Rong Li scolded, then trotted over to take the knife.

"Not as cute as the pig I painted......"

Rong Tianding muttered, but his hands and feet were not slow.

As a painter of pigs, although Rong Tianding's painting is not good, Rong Tianding does know pigs very well.

The pig killing knife looked clumsy in Rong Tianding's hand, but Rong Tianding's speed of killing pigs was not slow.

"Cousin, it's your turn!"

"Done!"

Zhang Xuezhou should go down.

He has a lot of theories, but Zhang Xuezhou has never slaughtered all kinds of prey in the past.

In the past, he was too weak, and many things were done by other people.

Until now, Zhang Xuezhou slaughtered for the first time.

"The knife should be steady, fast, accurate, and ruthless, and leave no room for a knife to go down, so that it will die happily, and the pork we get will not be fishy, those big families don't like to eat pork, if they make the pork taste bigger, they don't want it!"

Seeing that Zhang Xuezhou's hands and feet were not neat, Rong Li couldn't help but mention something, and even taught him how to hold a knife and exert force.

With a stab, Zhang Xuezhou felt a stream of warm pig blood gushing out, staining his sleeve with pig blood.

The smell of blood came to his nose, and Zhang Xuezhou's hands couldn't help but tremble.

Zhang Xuezhou eats meat, but this is the first time he has killed in the true sense.

Zhang Xuezhou only felt that his eyes were a little red, and there was a faint feeling of dizziness in his head.

But at the same time, an inexplicable sense of excitement also welled up in his body.

"There's no harm in seeing a little blood, there are too many pigs killed, and the ghosts don't dare to approach us!"

Seeing the smoky color in Zhang Xuezhou's eyes, Rong Li, who had come over, suddenly understood Zhang Xuezhou's physical condition.

There is no sickness, no nausea, no resistance, and can calmly look at the death of living beings, Zhang Xuezhou has a good potential to become a butcher.

Compared with Rong Tianding's first pig killing, Zhang Xuezhou's performance was much better.

"You are the material for killing pigs, and you will definitely be a top pig killer in the future," Rong Li praised.

"My cousin can kill pigs, can I go back and paint?" Rong Tianding asked in a low voice.

"When you can make a living by selling paintings, you don't have to kill pigs," Rong Li said.

"I also won a painting competition, I am the material for painting, and I will definitely be a top painter who can enter and leave the palace in the future!"

"That group of sour scholars just wanted to come to us to buy some cheap meat to eat, so they deliberately complimented you and let you take the third" Rong Li said impatiently: "Besides, there are only four paintings in the competition, is it honorable for you to take the third?" ”

“……”

Zhang Xuezhou, who killed pigs and bleed, heard that Rong Li had revealed, and felt that it was very difficult for his cousin to continue painting.

Not to mention becoming a top painter, Rong Tianding must at least be able to support his family, so as not to lose the pig killing stall business and not be able to make a living.

As for the uncle who likes to read and do needlework, don't talk about it.

But to let this uncle teach himself, and to avoid the work of killing pigs, Zhang Xuezhou felt that things were difficult.

When he was thinking about some small ideas in his heart, he only heard the pig official Li Erlang begging for pig blood there.

"Recently, there has been no peace outside, there are rumors of a hundred ghosts walking at night in Shilipo, I have to smear pig blood to drive away evil spirits, so as not to go out to collect pigs and die!"

Hearing Rong Li's inquiry, Li Erlang honestly explained the reason.

"Where those ghosts passed, the livestock disappeared quietly, and I went out to collect pigs yesterday and walked more than ten miles," Li Erlang said: "Now those villages in Shilipo have invited people to do exorcism and magic work, and I don't know if I can stop it!" ”

"It's better to bring a pig-killing knife than anything else, and any ghost or soul will all retreat," Rong Li said.

"You only use a knife, we don't use it!"

When Rong Li glared angrily with the pig-killing knife, the adult man was trembling.

Li Erlang felt that a spicy woman like Rong Li was not afraid of ghosts, but a pig official like them who went from door to door couldn't do it without a little pig blood.

"Can pig blood really drive away evil spirits?"

Zhang Xuezhou listened for a while before asking curiously.

"Pig blood, chicken blood, and dog blood can all drive away evil spirits" Li Erlang said: "This kind of thing is filthy, and ghosts don't want to be contaminated!" ”

"Filth can ward off evil spirits?" Zhang Xuezhou said strangely.

"Yes" Li Erlang nodded again and again: "Everyone said so." ”

"Then you might as well scoop a scoop of pig manure and pour it on your head" Rong Tianding interjected: "That one is more filthy and better, and you are afraid of ghosts!" ”

"Shaodong, how can I collect pigs with a scoop of pig manure, people have to hide away when they see me!"

Li Erlang and Rong Tianding talked for a while, which made Zhang Xuezhou think of some small plans.

If the outside is haunted and fierce, Rong Tianding can really sell some paintings.

As long as some people are superstitious about ghosts and gods, Rong Tianding's paintings will not have a market.

If things go well, he can not only get rid of the pig killing, but also exchange it with the culture of the cheap uncle's free teaching city.