Mrs. Tan recognized the kitchen knife at a glance as the one used to cut vegetables in the kitchen.

The one I had with blacksmith Luo in the early years was extremely sharp.

Regardless of whether you're cutting meat or vegetables, it's very neat.

Craftsmen who sharpen scissors and chop knives come to the village every year.

Mr. Tan would spend two cents to have his kitchen knife sharpened and sharpened by the craftsman.

"You damn fat girl, what are you doing with the kitchen knife? Quick, put it down quickly!"

Tan's face turned pale when he saw Yang Ruoqing's murderous look.

I thought she was going to do something treacherous.

While scolding, he raised his hand and blocked Yang Huamei with his thin body.

Yang Huamei was also frightened, lying on the ground with her mouth wide open.

Yang Ruoqing glanced coldly at Tan and Yang Huamei on the ground, and twitched the corner of her mouth.

"The knife has no eyes, so don't ask for trouble!"

After saying these words, she came to the hanging Wangcai.

Turn Wangcai sideways and hang it head down and feet up.

He raised the knife and dropped it.

One knife cut open the fur on Wangcai's legs and ankles.

Blood spurted out, drawing a red arc in the air.

It splashed onto Yang Huamei's tent behind.

The bright red blood beads contrasted with the white curtain, which was particularly shocking.

Tan and Yang Huamei's faces turned pale, and the room suddenly fell silent.

The mother and daughter were stunned as they watched Yang Ruoqing skin the dog.

Here, Yang Ruoqing inserted the kitchen knife into her waist and grasped the cut and turned-out dog skin with both hands.

With all his strength, he pulled it down.

"Tear...tear..."

The sound of fur and flesh being separated inch by inch echoed in the room.

The smell of blood, mixed with the heat from Wangcai's body that had not completely faded away, wafted out together.

The room was soon filled with a strange smell...

Soon, she peeled off Wangcai's skin almost to the point where it was drooping.

He walked around Wangcai's head and lowered it, covering Wangcai's ugly dog ​​face.

Yang Ruoqing pulled out a kitchen knife and cut off the head and skin.

He threw it into Yang Huamei's arms with his backhand.

"Your life and heart will be returned to you!"

After saying these words, she took off the dog's body from the rope and left the house without looking back.

Weighing the portion in my hands, it weighed eight kilograms!

Even if the internal organs are removed, there are still about three kilograms of dog meat left.

For these three or nine days, it has been freezing cold.

Dog meat hot pot is a nourishing holy food.

…

In the house behind you.

Yang Huamei saw it stuck to her chest.

The dog's head was staring at him with a pair of bloody eyes and grinning at him.

I was so frightened that I let out an 'ouch'.

His eyelids turned white, and he fainted with a kick of his legs.

"Mei'er, don't scare your mother..."

Tan's shrill cries echoed through the roof.

Passing to the opposite room, Yang Huazhou struggled to get up, but his arms were swollen again.

After a few flops, he fell to the ground.

There is nothing I can do to help...

Yang Ruoqing flattened Yang Huamei.

The news of her biting dog being slaughtered spread throughout Changping Village within a bowl of tea.

While everyone denounced Yang Huamei for letting the dog commit the crime.

Once again, I was shocked by Yang Ruoqing's toughness.

The old Yang family was in chaos.

The old village doctor sent Yang Huazhong and Xiao An away.

On the back foot, Yang Yong went in and then came back to invite the old village doctor.

Treat Yang Huamei's injuries.

Reduce swelling for Yang Huazhou.

backyard.

Mrs. Sun finally coaxed Xiao An to sleep after applying medicine.

The couple sat by the bed and watched, both with gloomy expressions on their faces.

Mrs. Sun wiped her tears and said, "Even if Qing'er beat Mei'er, our little An still suffered this punishment for nothing."

Yang Huazhong gritted his teeth and said, "This matter can't be settled with just a beating."

"Dad, what do you want to do?" Sun asked nervously.

Yang Huazhong said: "When Mei'er wakes up, I will go find her!"

"How can there be such a girl in the world? She is still a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old after all!"

"How can you do this?"

Mrs. Sun listened silently without saying a word to dissuade her.

Suddenly thinking of something, she raised her eyes and asked Yang Huazhong: "Looking after Xiao An, where did my daughter go after beating Mei'er?"

Yang Huazhong also looked confused.

Da'an on the side said: "Brother Fengtang went to find his sister."

…

By the small river behind the village.

Yang Ruoqing was disemboweling Wangcai with her husband.

After cleaning it up and carrying it in my hand, I just stood up when I saw a figure walking towards me quickly.

It's Luo Fengtang.

"Why did you find yourself here?"

Yang Ruoqing asked.

She didn't go to the pond at the entrance of the village because she was tired of being followed by a bunch of people watching the fun.

In the blink of an eye, Luo Fengtang ran to her.

He glanced at what she was carrying.

He said: "Wang Cai has left a head, so I guess you must be here to clean up the dog meat."

Yang Ruoqing twitched her lips.

He really understands her.

"Dogs are annoying, but meat is not guilty. Use waste!"

She shook the thing in her hand and smiled.

Luo Fengtang's head is covered with black lines.

"Qing'er do you really want to eat this dog meat? Are you afraid that your grandparents and sister-in-law will come over and make trouble?" he asked.

Yang Ruoqing sneered: "Let's make trouble, I will stay with you till the end!"
To be continued...