What Can I Do for You?
A sharp, piercing sound rang out.
The villagers of Meijiao had hoisted a fat pig in front of the entrance to the three-courtyard mansion.
The boar, castrated when he was young, seemed to know what fate awaited him. Even with all four legs tied tightly together around a thick wooden beam, leaving him unable to move, he still bared his teeth and let out a bloodcurdling scream, unwilling to accept his fate.
The solemn spectacle of the pig being slaughtered saved Officer Rover from the crowd. All the children went to watch the excitement: a pig slaughter!
"Kids, watch closely, but don't get too near. Be careful not to get splattered with blood."
The butcher was a villager from Meijiao, with stubble covering his face. He rolled up his sleeves.
He slaughtered all the pigs in the village, but only those for the villagers' own consumption.
If the meat was going to be sold, it had to be inspected and then sent to a designated slaughterhouse.
The sharp butcher's knife scraped against the sharpening rod twice more, making it even sharper. He held down the pig's head, jabbed decisively, then cut down hard. Blood immediately gushed out.
His assistant quickly held a stainless-steel basin beneath the wound, though some blood still sprayed out.
The pig's squeals reached a frantic peak. Though bound and unable to move, he struggled with all his might.
The children watching shrieked, but not one of them covered their eyes or dared not look.
Was pork tasty?
Tasty!
Was watching a pig get slaughtered scary?
Scary!
Then let's ask the question again.
Was pork tasty?
So delicious!
Tasty + scary = so delicious.
The teens in their second rebellious phase felt only excitement, not fear. This was the boldest, most