Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 1086 - 1066. Shaving Pig Hair

Chapter 1086: 1066. Shaving Pig Hair

If it weren’t for the pig in front still silently bleeding, Lun Chuan would have almost laughed at the sentence—

Well, he might not be used to it, but not to the point of being afraid, right?

But seeing the serious and concerned look in Song Tan’s eyes, he paused slightly and still tried to overturn the image of himself as Princess Pea:

"When I was young, I lived in an urban village, very close to the market. My mom didn’t have time to take care of me, so I spent the whole day there."

Seeing Song Tan listening intently, he spoke in more detail:

"Pig slaughtering was rare, but the market started very early. Sometimes, when the street was still covered in fog, you could see the butcher smoothly cutting open an entire pig."

The knife cutting the meat, like sliding through silk. Watching for a long time wouldn’t cause fear, but would inspire a kind of inexplicable awe.

And the reason Lun Chuan can write delicate and good stories is closely related to his observations of countless people in the market.

"Also, chicken and sheep slaughtering... I’ve seen quite a lot."

"Oh." Song Tan felt relieved and turned back around.

Only to see the pig’s blood dripping and gradually draining. The aunt was happily squatting in front of the basin, stirring continuously, already pleased with the amount of blood from this fat pig.

And overhead, Lun Chuan’s voice came again: "But, you’re right, it does feel a bit uneasy."

He looked at Song Tan, his gaze highly focused: "But it’s not embarrassing, you wouldn’t make fun of me—why not assign me some other tasks before a few more pigs are slaughtered?"

Song Tan hesitated a bit.

Most of the other jobs were already allocated, and now the only ones left were related to the pigs.

However, before she could give instructions, Lun Chuan had already stepped forward and said to the aunt who was about to help Wu Lan carry the basin:

"Auntie, I’m strong, let me carry it."

Huh?

The aunt was initially stunned, then looked at Song Tan with a meaningful look:

"This young man doesn’t shy away from work... quite good, quite good. Can you handle it? I’ll help you."

This basin of pig’s blood wasn’t light, and the person was wearing a light blue shirt, which couldn’t be washed easily if it got dirty.

"No need."

Lun Chuan smiled, that kind of open and bright infectiousness like clearing skies after rain left the aunt and Wu Lan in a slight daze again.

Before they could react, he had already easily lifted the basin and walked towards the kitchen, asking along the way:

"Is it placed here?"

The aunt and Wu Lan instinctively followed behind, watching as he entered the house, she slapped Wu Lan on the back hard:

"Look at you! Your kid is so grown up, why don’t you worry about it? This young man is so handsome! I just asked Tantan, and she was perfunctory with me."

"Huh?" Wu Lan was also stunned.

It was strange to say, before Tantan was working every day, the couple would worry about her marriage.

But this whole year, being busy and running around for money, they couldn’t manage that!

Now hearing the aunt speak, Wu Lan turned around and started laughing:

"Aunt, the child’s affair depends on fate..."

"What fate!" the aunt didn’t appreciate their dilly-dallying style:

"Just say it, half a lifetime has passed, have you seen any fate as handsome as this young man!"

"Our Tantan is so pretty, she can’t really find someone unattractive, right?"

"And he’s also diligent, plus strong! Look, such a big basin needed two of us to lift, and he just picked it up effortlessly!"

"Not to mention, even if he has no money, he saves you an ox for plowing the field!"

The way she said it, doesn’t it sound just like Song Tan?

Wu Lan paused, then laughed out loud

It’s said nieces resemble their aunts... really similar!

...

Lun Chuan said he wanted to do other things and really turned to go up the mountain.

There were still three pigs over there yet to be brought down.

And Qin Yun along with He Kuang couldn’t say it was their first time seeing pigs being slaughtered in the countryside, but it had been some years. At the moment, they stood nearby, enjoying watching the traditional country pig slaughtering.

While watching, they chatted enthusiastically:

"Why’s he cutting a hole in the pig’s hind leg?"

"I don’t know either, let’s watch."

"He’s sticking a metal rod into the hole in the hind leg for—oh, I remember! Creating an opening in the skin to pump air later. But I wonder if they use a pump or blow it up themselves?"

"What’s this for? Some kind of post-slaughter ritual?"

The two of them murmured, causing others around to laugh: "First time seeing pig slaughter?"

It wasn’t Qin Yun’s first time, but since university, he hadn’t encountered it often.

As for He Kuang... he grew up city-living, with few chances to visit the countryside. This kind of scene was indeed a first for him, no wonder he’s so enthusiastically joining the fun?

A nearby uncle explained to him in the local dialect: "This is blowing air into the pig’s body, first a hole, then later using a pump... I see the pork butcher is old and doesn’t have enough lung capacity, hahaha..."

Everyone laughed cheerfully upon him saying this.

The pork butcher found it all mundane: "If you have enough lung capacity, you come blow! Only a fool wouldn’t use a pump, right?"

He then gestured at He Kuang: "Come on, you city folks haven’t seen this, right? Just right, help me with the pump."

Curious, He Kuang accepted it.

That pump seemed a relic from years past—you couldn’t spot even a cyclist in the village these days.

Watching as the pork butcher tied the pig’s trotters tight, he commanded, and He Kuang started pumping vigorously with the handle.

As the air inflated under the pig’s skin, its large body slowly began to swell.

But the pork butcher wasn’t satisfied, now picking up a prepared stick and tapping it continually.

While explaining to the young fellow:

"This is for scraping the pig hair, inflating it a bit more makes it easier."

He said this, clicking his tongue and sighing:

"Actually, with pigs growing fat these days, there’s no need to labor as much scraping—pigs back then were lean, with tight skin folds, without inflating it, the hair wasn’t cleanly scraped off."

"Scraping pig hair is easy, you can try it later."

Hearing this, He Kuang got even more interested and pumped with more gusto.

Everyone around burst into laughter—young guys sure do have endless energy!

In a short while, the sound of the pump and the dull thud of sticks hitting mixed with each other. Soon, the whole pig was inflated round and full.

"Alright!" The pork butcher waved his hand: "Interesting, right? Come, I’m about to scrape the pig hair, watch closely if you can try, there’re still a few pigs waiting."