South of the River Dam, in the open space before a row of single-story houses, Uncle Zhang rubbed his hands together, his tone displeased.
Even when beating a dog, you had to consider its owner. He, the owner, was standing right there, watching his dog get beaten. Was that acceptable? Of course not! Xiao Jiang had sent the dog flying two meters with one slap. It looked intimidating, but Uncle Zhang was a butcher.
What he dealt with every day was different from ordinary people. Back when he was busiest, knife up, knife down, he could slaughter six pigs in a single day.
Then, wielding a bone cleaver, chopping bones and meat—his life's skills were all in his arms.
He ate well every day, never lacking pig offal or pork intestines. Uncle Zhang was built especially strong; his arms looked thicker than other people's thighs.
The muscles had practically grown onto his face. As others put it, he was covered in murderous aura, enough to scare children into tears.
"Want to settle this?" The old man next door sat on the raised platform by his doorway.
The moment he heard that, he immediately tried to persuade him. "Xiao Zhang, how old are you? Why are you fussing with Xiao Jiang?"
Uncle Zhang's eyes were sharp, and his voice was loud. "Didn't I see that Xiao Jiang had some strength? I just wanted to test his grip."
"If he doesn't do well in school later, he can learn to slaughter pigs from me. He'll never have to worry for the rest of his life."
Xue Chuchu's expression turned strange. Looking at the exceptionally composed Jiang Ning beside her, she truly could not imagine him slaughtering pigs.
Jiang Ning patted Xue Yuantong and said, "If I become a pig butcher someday, you'll