Ma Hongjun immediately agreed. "Of course, Teacher. I believe in you. Your training will definitely be much better than Master's. Before Master came, weren't you the one training us all along?"
Hearing his disciple's words, Flender was quite pleased. Zhao Wuji asked curiously, "Zilong, what did you mean just now by 'when Butcher Zhang dies, people won't have to eat pork with hair on it'?"
"This? It's a story from my hometown." Zhao Zilong explained. "Want me to tell it to you?"
Ning Rongrong immediately nodded her little head. "Mm, I love listening to stories."
Meng Yiran, however, said somewhat unhappily, "That's your business if you like stories. Zilong, don't tell her."
Zhao Zilong was a little embarrassed, while Flender was also speechless. Shrek already had far more boys than girls, yet there was still this kind of rivalry. Zhao Zilong had somehow swept up both girls. Flender coughed twice and said, "Zilong, what exactly was that story about Butcher Zhang?"
Zhao Zilong explained, "A long time ago, there was a butcher named Butcher Zhang at a market. He was the only one selling pork in the area, and he had grown used to throwing his weight around. Shorting customers, forcing sales—those were everyday occurrences. Since he was the sole seller, he had nothing to fear. The local people were all kind and no one dared stand up against him, so Butcher Zhang formed a monopoly over the market in that area."
"Not only was Butcher Zhang arrogant and overbearing, but he also constantly drilled this idea into people: as long as I, Butcher Zhang, am here, you'll have meat to eat. If I'm gone, forget pork—you won't even get to eat pig hair."
Ning Rongrong immediately said angrily, "That's way too overbearing!"
"Exactly. That's simply disgusting," Meng Yiran agreed.