Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 1087 - 1067. Scraping pig bristles

Chapter 1087: 1067. Scraping pig bristles

Scraping pig hair is quite a stress-relieving job.

Even if the scraper provided by the pork butcher is just a simple piece of wood with a big blade inlaid on it. Once the boiling water scalds the pig’s body, and the scraper shaves over it, bringing down tufts of coarse, stiff pig hair...

Not to mention Qin Yun and He Kuang, even Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun were eager to try.

It just so happened that they were about to slaughter the second pig, and Auntie came out holding a basin and saw her son standing there idly, so she quickly urged him:

"Don’t just stand there, do some work too."

This is typical of traditional old mothers.

At home, she treats him like a treasure, not even letting him wash dishes, yet when outside, she’s worried he’d laze around at relatives’ places... leaving Zhang Yanping sighing helplessly:

"Alright, alright, I’ll work in a bit, first I’ll ask Qiaoqiao to start the livestream."

The pig slaughtering scene is too gory, so it’s definitely something that can’t be broadcasted.

But since it’s all done now, and the blood has been drained, it’s the perfect time to give those fans who can’t join the pig slaughter feast an update.

Looking at the time, those netizens staying in urban area hotels should be setting off now, right!

In total there are ten fans coming, three spots reserved for the livestream platform crew—if they want to sign a long-term contract with Qiaoqiao, they better come with a decent signing fee, right?

And how to fight for this signing fee? It depends on today’s pig slaughter feast.

Zhang Yanping felt quite pleased, thinking how wonderful it is to be a tough client—the signing power is in his hands, with unique advantages, what a great feeling!

So, half-way through writing his journal, Qiaoqiao got pulled out again:

"You can start the livestream now, let your little friends see how we eat our family’s pork."

"Alright!" Qiaoqiao felt a bit embarrassed, everyone’s on winter break and he hasn’t had much time to livestream, let alone assigning winter break homework to the little ones!

With this thought, holding the phone stand in hand, a boost of enthusiasm surged—

Teacher Qiaoqiao needs to think deeply about what kind of homework to assign during the winter break?

Meanwhile, on the smoothly driving bus, everyone’s phones simultaneously chimed with notifications.

"Ah!" someone called out anxiously: "I haven’t even left yet, and the livestream has started?"

"Hurry, hurry, is it the pig slaughter?"

"We should have left earlier this morning, it’s a pity we didn’t see the pig being slaughtered in person."

"It’s okay not to watch, I’m a bit squeamish."

"I’m different, I’m just wondering how much I’ll eat for lunch..."

With this statement, everyone who purposely skipped breakfast couldn’t help but rub their stomachs.

And at the back of the bus, three people sitting in a row opened their phones, put on headsets, and watched the livestream attentively.

While keeping an eye on the livestream room data.

"Incredible, it’s only been a minute since the livestream started, and the viewership has already surpassed ten thousand."

"This influence is more than double that of those internet celebrities with a million followers!"

"I guess our trip here wasn’t in vain...they’re genuinely popular! And the things they sell during the livestreams are really good. No imitations..."

"Holy crap, it’s almost 30,000 now... Everyone knows the logic, but how much signing fee to give, there must be some balance! Look quickly, what’s happening here? Scraping pig hair?"

In front of them, in the livestream room, Qiaoqiao was smiling and explaining to everyone:

"Kids, this is what we have to do after the pig is slaughtered—scrape the pig hair! Piggy’s hair is a bit stiff and coarse, if not shaved clean, it doesn’t taste good at all."

"But the butcher uncle still has other pigs to slaughter, so two uncles and older brother are scraping the pig hair."

Qin Yun was awkwardly scooping a big ladle of hot water from the bucket below and pouring it onto the pig, when hearing this, the ladle shook, almost scalding He Kuang.

"Watch out you!"

He Kuang jumped, and his hand applied more force, "scrriiitch," went a strip of pig hair.

Qin Yun looked up at Zhang Yanping, subconsciously lowering his voice: "I’m still young, why am I considered an uncle?"

After he said that, he saw Xin Jun and Zhang Yanping glancing at him.

Qin Yun instantly fell silent.

The livestream room was also buzzing with comments—

[So big! So white! Such a fat piggy!]

[Wow, pigs can grow this big nowadays? How much must it weigh?]

[Wow! So this is how pig hair is removed... this pig is so round and plump]

[Omg omg omg pork pork pork!!!]

[Link please, link please, link please!]

[Can it be sold? Didn’t you mention during summer that it can be sold when we visited for the long-tailed chick?]

[??? Is the person before local?! Why didn’t you rush straight to the house?!]

[Am I the only one who noticed the gangster bro... look at his serious face as he scrapes the pig hair, isn’t he both cool and fierce?]

[Help me, the way he does this work is like committing a crime, sob sob]

[Shh! Daring to say such things to the boss, are you asking for trouble?]

[Teacher Qiaoqiao, tell us honestly, is this pig killed by our boss?]

[Only seeing him sternly pressing the pig’s head, right hand grabbing a long knife and stabbing fiercely! The face remained emotionless, but the coldness in the eyes...]

[Alright, alright, here’s a pen for you! You write! The more it feels like New Year, the more expensive the pork!]

But Qiaoqiao knew none of this, he just curiously brought the camera closer to the plump, round big pig, silently sighing.

"Lucky you don’t feel pain."

But soon his thoughts were drawn to another matter:

"Kids, I’ve been too busy before to assign you winter break homework—can you finish it today?"

"It’s that when you go back to slaughter pigs, remember to personally scrape the pig hair! See, it’s quite simple."

[Alright, alright! As a corporate slave, I have to relive childhood nightmares, huh?]

[Regarding winter break homework, that’s not something sensible people do]

[Uh... I’d be willing to do this homework, but Teacher Qiaoqiao, can you first tell me where to get a pig?]

[Boohoo boohoo, don’t make me cry on the big New Year, without a field or land, can’t grow corn and can’t plant sweet potatoes, and now not even a pig]

[What a coincidence Teacher Qiaoqiao, I’m a poverty-stricken student, I can’t afford winter break homework—unless you send me a pig leg, I’ll do the homework for you]

[To the one before, did you drop this golden abacus, or silver abacus, or my plastic abacus here in my hand?]

[Damn it! Knowing we can’t eat pork, still giving us homework!]

[I disagree! Those attending the pig slaughter feast, why don’t they have to write essays?]

The folks on the bus, who were watching the livestream and laughing heartily: ...

??? The boomerang hit back at us unexpectedly?!