…… This is still the cheapest house that can be found after running through Guangyangmen in three days!

"Even though it's a humble room, it's enough to survive," said the tall and thin landlord in his thirties, with a hollow face, arrogantly, "What's the beak under your feet?" ”

“…… Can it be cheaper? She asked timidly.

Kong Yiji glanced at her coldly.

"No."

…… Categorically, there is no room for accommodation.

"There is another thing that must be explained to the foot," the owner of the house said, pointing to the dilapidated furniture around him, "and if the foot wants to keep these wooden objects, he will have to take another three thousand dollars." ”

…… 5. The popularity of the charm dog is like this.

After paying the deposit and agreeing to go through the formalities the next day, the exhausted house slave returned to the guest house.

As soon as the door was opened, the room was in shambles.

The single room she lived in only had a few beds, one seat, and one case, plus the cover rolls she stored, so it was clear at a glance that stealing was nothing worth stealing.

…… It's just that the rope hanging under the beam has been broken by the rats' perseverance.

From the couch to the ground, the wreckage of wheat bread was covered with arrogant tooth marks.

"The villain will call the servants to clean up, don't blame Lang Jun."

The shopkeeper who was called by the complaint glanced at the scene of the crime, and did not make much of a fuss.

But seeing the customer's angry face, the shopkeeper thought for a few seconds, pointed to the cake crumbs on the ground, and gave a treatment plan quite devotedly:

"There are a few good dog meats in the store today, why don't you send a pot of soup in the evening, and it's just right to eat the cakes?"

Chapter 5

The weather is getting warmer and the peonies are blooming.

The aftermath of the Yellow Turban gradually dissipated, and instead more and more wizards entered the Circle.

But for the neighbors of Dongsandao in Guangyangmen, it is just an after-dinner conversation.

After all, since Emperor Guangwu moved the capital to Luoyang, the citizens have been quite indifferent to the death of the Son of Heaven.

…… The kind of indifference that doesn't even bother to watch the excitement.

In addition to the wizard entering the city and the peony blossoming, the topic that can also be talked about by the neighbors is probably the new helper recruited by the Yang family.

looks not amazing, looks thin and small, inconspicuous, especially taciturn, easy to open up.

It's just that the pig-killing technique is really too neat.

Although Li Er, who was also a domestic servant in the Yang family, had never seen what the old master looked like when he first killed the pig, he had seen the appearance of the young master when he picked up the pig killing knife for the first time.

It takes a lot of effort to get such a big pig out of the pigsty, and it takes even more effort to catch and bundle it, and to hold down the struggling and wailing livestock, and to stab it in the throat quickly and accurately, is a job that is not good without a few years of experience.

This is why the sheep family needs a helper - after all, in the understanding of ordinary people, the job of killing pigs is not something that one person can do.

Facing the morning sun that day, the young master trembled and carried a knife, stabbed it down, blood gushed out, but the pig did not swallow its last breath.

Not only did he not breathe, but he howled under the severe pain and broke free from the rope, kicked away a few strong men, and ran out of the door.

The entire East Third Road was sprinkled with the blood of this pig.

But this newcomer Lu Xiaolang is completely different.

Early in the morning, as usual, it is necessary to select one of the fat pigs sent into the pen the first day to be slaughtered, Li Er and two domestic servants are also ready to do a good job, familiar with the car, and is waiting to carry the pig stick, drive the pig out and then chase and block and bundle up, the young man came over.

"Do you want to kill this one?" He pointed to the fattest one in the pen.

The pig had never been cut, and it had a fierce temperament, and it had a bit of a temper, and it had been sent to several of the servants for a few days, so they didn't want to provoke it much, and carefully chose other pigs that were less grumpy.

Li Er, who was the leader, originally wanted to remind him loudly, but suddenly changed his mind.

…… I don't know why, he always thinks that the careless teenager looks a little annoying.

For the first time, if you suffer a loss or lose someone, the lesson of rising and rising is nothing, right?

Anyway, when he was chased by the boar and fled for his life, he stepped forward to help save him.

Thinking of this, Li Er nodded, "That's it." ”

The boy was not tall or athletic.

When he walks into the pigsty with a stick, even the skinniest gilt can hit him head-on.

In fact, this is also a common experience for pig drivers.

If a pig gets angry, it can not only knock people down, but also bite off half of its ear.

But the pigs quickly dodged away, and they seemed to be very jealous of the emaciated boy and did not want to come to him.

Only the black-haired boar, who had never been plowed, was the king of the pigsty, and was enraged by this uninvited guest, and it grinned, and a muddy and angry sound burst out of its nostrils, and its hind legs rubbed the dirt twice, and then rushed up!

That pig weighs hundreds of pounds, and if you really knock him down, I'm afraid that two ribs will be broken!

When he realized that he was likely to harm his companion because of a little careful thinking, and he might even harm himself and be scolded by his master, Li Er regretted it!

…… But regret is also useless.

For at that moment the boy picked up his stick and smashed it down on the pig's head.

He just turned sideways, barely changing positions, and when the pig rushed to his side, he just dodged and waved his stick down, and got his way to it.

The dust on my face was filled with the stench of a pigsty.

As the stick fell, the sound of bones shattering, followed by the muffled sound of the fat brute falling into the dust.

Li Er has seen many pig killings, but he has never seen such a pig killed.

The helpers were all stunned.

It wasn't until the young man picked up this fat pig of several hundred catties like a chicken, threw it on the case, and lifted the pig-killing knife, Li Er still didn't react.

"Second Brother Li, bring a bucket?" When the young man's puzzled gaze turned to Li Er, he inexplicably felt that his knees were a little weak.

Li Er, who didn't realize that he was ready to pick up the villain script, thought angrily:

If this kid is allowed to run rampant, his prestige among the Yang family's helpers will be over!

The young master Yang liked to use the morning food, and lazily walked into the yard, ready to watch the helpers catch pigs, and found that several people were busy.

There was a pig on the desk, not only had it been killed, but it had also been defured, skinned, disemboweled, and was cutting meat.

Seeing the young master come out, Li Er picked up the huge pig's head with considerable difficulty, "Lang Jun, what do you think of this ......?" ”

The amount of money that can be sold for different parts of a pig is naturally different.

Pig lungs, sand liver, pig blood, these are extremely cheap parts that cannot be sold for money.

Pork head meat sells for a little bit more than that, but not much.

Considering that there have been many wizards in Luoyang City who have been praying for blessings recently, the whole pig's head can be sold for a few more dollars than dismantling the pieces.

But this one pig's head is obviously not going to work.

It's not because its bleeding appearance is terrifying, but because when Li Er picked it up, the bloody pig's head with unfaded hair was obviously deformed.

Although Yang Xi was very embarrassed when he killed the pig for the first time, he did not catch the blood that was about to run out, so his strength was exhausted, and when he was finally caught by the pig, he had to whip the corpse again and break the pig's head to smash it out.

…… This is ridiculous.

…… The first time I killed a pig, I didn't have a good experience.

…… Although since then, the salted fish have a long memory, and they have to be measured, and they can't directly blow up the pig's head.

…… But what to do with the deformed pig's head is still a problem.

…… The people of the Han Dynasty also ate pig brains, although the "Book of Rites and Internal Rules" specifically stipulated in detail that people could not eat this, "wolves go to intestines, dogs go to kidneys, raccoon dogs go to the right spine, rabbits go to jiri, foxes go to the head, dolphins go brains, fish go to B, turtles go ugly", but in folklore, you can't eat pig brains not because the sage doesn't let you eat them, but because everyone thinks that eating pig brains will get hypochondriasis, which is more taboo.

…… Of course, no matter how taboo the ingredients are, it is not a taboo among the people at the bottom, so the high-calorie and high-cholesterol pig brain will not be left every time.

This pig's head, which burst out of the brain and bled from seven orifices, was finally used as a newcomer's entry benefit, and Lu Xiaolangjun was brought home.

As the sun sets, the vegetable and meat sellers all collect their stalls and go home.

The house is surrounded by four walls, and Lu Xiaolangjun, who is in a cold pot and a cold stove, stared at the huge pig's head on the stove and was stunned.

FOR THE TIME BEING, ZHANG YI IS SINCERE, YANG SIBO IS ALSO SINCERE, AND THIS OFFER IS ALSO SINCERE.

Yang Sibo has reached the age of knowing the destiny of heaven, and he was injured several times in military service when he was young, and now he feels powerless, and he wants to hand over his belongings to his eldest son, and he takes his young son to Pingxian County, taking advantage of the low price of the field, buying a few acres of land, and being a farm owner to prolong his life. But the eldest son was not good at killing pigs and sheep, let alone some of the frictions that might occur when collecting and lending usury, so he needed such a helper.

It can not only kill pigs and sheep, but also calm the field.

In fact, to say "not in the field" is really that the old club knows too much about language arts.

Yang Xi, the young proprietor of the Yang family, is a young man of twenty-six or seventeen, because of his solid family background, his family once had unrealistic expectations for him, such as reading and reading, and finding a way to find something to do in the government.

But this big brother sheep is a literati and martial arts character, he has not been famous for a few years, and there is no beautiful sister at home for him to achieve his small goals in life. is not an official, and it is too pickled to come back to do the work of killing pigs and slaughtering sheep. My favorite thing to do every day is to sit at the door and blow to the neighbors, and by the way, help his father do some work.

Now that his father is about to retire, he doesn't plan to take over the responsibility of killing pigs, and being able to write a deed paper will be considered profitable, even if the book is not read in vain, he is not ready to ask for more.

…… Although it sounds like an uncompetitive second ancestor, such a boss seems to be quite worry-free, at least he has a good personality and doesn't toss.

…… Worry-free is worry-free, this pig's head has to find a way to concoct it.

First of all, the pig hair should be cleaned up.

It is too difficult to burn the whole pig's head plug stove with fire, and you have to change the number of ways.

She pulled out her dagger and tried it, but found that it was not sharp enough to stick to the pig's skin to clean the pig's hair.

So what to do?

As a good young man who survived in the passive wilderness for three months and had full survival skills, Salted Fish felt that this was not difficult for him at all.

But as she reached behind her, a faint sigh suddenly sounded in her mind.

[No matter how much you want to mess around on weekdays, this is your freedom after all,] The voice was very melancholy, [But at this moment, you really don't think about it anymore? 】

…… It's a little awkward, she thought.

[I'm just trying to fill my stomach.] She responded to the voice in her head, "Shouldn't you help me as my partner? 】