Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 1085 - 1065. Slaughtering a Pig! [Mildly Gory, Viewers Discretion Advised]

Chapter 1085: 1065. Slaughtering a Pig! [Mildly Gory, Viewers Discretion Advised]

What’s there to arrange here? Each of these guys is strong and eager to carry the pigs!

However, Song Tan waved her hand: "Brother Xiaodu, you young guys should be more active!"

It’s not that she looks down on the villagers, but everyone’s getting older, not feeling as physically comfortable, plus the pigs are heavy, and the mountain roads aren’t very smooth. If they strain their backs...

The burden will be huge.

Seeing Xiaodu and the others quickly squeezing over, Song Tan smiled and said to the older folks, "These are relatives of Director Zhu’s, who came specifically to experience country life. We’re used to raising pigs, let’s give them a chance."

This said, everyone started laughing: "Great, let the city folks feel it... Wow, these young guys have sturdy builds!"

Song Tan was fair: "These five can slowly lift these three fat pigs, and we’ll carry these two ourselves..."

As she spoke, she noticed the two members of the Photography Association raising their cameras high, and she reminded them, "Make sure to take photos and videos for us!"

Alright!

With such a lively hustle and bustle, the two large fat pigs were first lifted onto the wooden doors, weighing four to five hundred pounds, and three people cautiously approached the slope.

Xiaodu and Xiaoyang exchanged glances, rolled up their sleeves: "How about it? We can manage, right!"

Who could say no?! Back then, their training to lift those large tires was no easier than this!

"Just wait and see!"

Their fighting spirit was fierce as they exchanged a glance and grabbed the hinges specially added to the sides of the doors.

"Make way, Brother Xiaoyang, you two lift from the front."

At this moment, Song Tan intervened naturally, instructing them, "You two lift from the front, the road is easier there. The pigs are too heavy for just two people."

Xiaodu was completely stunned.

What’s the meaning of this? We’re two strong guys lifting at the front, won’t the rear be left to you?

He helplessly looked over at Lao Zhu and the others, but Song Tan had already gripped the door: "Are you ready? One! Two! Three!"

Instinctively, the two grasped the door, bent down, and their arms and torsos tightened—

The pigs were already lifted.

...

Once the pigs were lifted, Song Tan moved behind them, pushing the door, forcing them to walk forward.

These two big young men stumbled down the mountain path and onto the stable road, still bewildered.

How was a 400-pound pig lifted so easily? Could Song Tan alone handle it from behind?

How did she have such strength?!

Just then, a slight hum from a tricycle on the nearby mountain road mingled with joyful laughter:

"Hey! Chuan Er, I didn’t realize you’re the king of Mount Akina, driving this tricycle so smoothly! Slow down, don’t throw off my basket of lettuce—"

The reddish-brown tricycle quickly slid downhill, ridden by a young man wearing a black baseball cap, his skin as white as snow; from a distance, his extraordinary demeanor was evident.

Even if he’s driving a tricycle.

The two groups briefly met on the flat asphalt road before swiftly passing each other.

On the tricycle, Qin Yun and He Kuang in the trailer stared wide-eyed in shock.

Meanwhile, Lun Chuan instinctively turned his head, his fair face under the baseball cap couldn’t hide his sudden surprise.

Song Tan still steadily carried the pigs, looking ahead, meeting his gaze, and couldn’t help but smile.

In the next moment, the tricycle screeched as it dangerously turned into the yard, and those carrying the pigs also steadily walked to the entrance.

He Kuang, holding a basket of ground spinach in his arms, stared blankly at the pig-carrying girl in front, dazedly dismounting:

"...The place where dreams are shattered."

...

No matter how dreams shattered, in the yard, three pork butchers were already sharpening their knives!

Three large wooden barrels were already filled with boiling hot water, waiting for the doors to be placed on top.

At this moment, the steaming hot water vapor rose, and the two pigs tied on the door were unaware of anything, clearly in deep drunkenness.

"This one’s really fat... I’ll do it! I’ll do the butchering!"

"Alright, I’ll handle the one next to it!"

"Okay, I’ll butcher that black pig soon!"

Qiaoqiao stood in the crowd, curious and conflicted, and in the end, Song Tan pushed him back:

"Go write a diary, hasn’t Teacher Xin already taught you?"

She felt the same way when she was little, thinking pigs were pitiful, yet knowing there was no choice but to butcher, in the end opting to look away.

After all, pork is really delicious!

Qiaoqiao whispered "Mm," turned, and ran upstairs, deciding not to watch anymore.

Meanwhile, in the yard, everyone gathered in crowded layers.

After all, the village hadn’t butchered pigs in years, so this kind of excitement was rare.

At this moment, the poor Big White pig was still in a drunken state, evidently in a sweet dream. That liquor’s kick was much stronger than freshly brewed spirits.

The sky could collapse, and it still wouldn’t wake.

But to be safe, Xiaowang and others listened to the pork butcher’s instructions: "Let its legs hang a bit, in case it wakes and struggles."

"Where’s the basin? The basin?" The pork butcher held up the gleaming long knife, expertly securing the pig’s head.

"Here! Here!"

The big aunt and Wu Lan hurried out, one putting the basin below the pig’s neck, the other pouring water and dissolving salt into the basin.

Once everything was ready, the pork butcher found the right angle, thrust the sharp long knife fiercely into the neck!

And with that, the steaming, hot blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering down into the large stainless steel basin below, even splashing blood spots all around.

"Oh my!" The onlookers exclaimed meaninglessly.

Song Tan glanced over and suddenly heard someone next to her whispering: "Oh my... Seriously watching this, the pig butchering scene seems scarier than the murders in my novel?"

"He Kuang, you’re killing me! The protagonist in your book obviously kills, aren’t you scared?" Qin Yun was surprised.

He Kuang shook his head: "Not really, just feels weird... Our fantasy protagonists all have killed people, but writing it with swagger feels different than watching someone butcher in real life."

Speaking of this, Qin Yun paused, speaking candidly: "Indeed, those videos showing real murders, I can’t bear to watch... Especially cold weapons, the longer you watch, the chillier your bones feel, an inexplicable terror."

The two began discussing this, while Song Tan, late to realize, looked slightly worried at Lun Chuan.

"Did this scare you? Maybe... you should go upstairs to rest for a while?"

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