"Little Taoist priest, don't call me donor from now on, call me third sister."

Mei Sanniang hugged her tightly for a while, let go of her arms, and when she turned around, tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

Seeing this little Taoist priest, she felt like she saw her younger brother, which aroused a sad past, but soon she chatted and laughed again. The little Taoist priest who was teasing the red face along the way improved a lot, but the hatred deep in her eyes could never completely disappear.

It was already afternoon after Xu Yan returned to the kitchen from the back mountain. Several chefs knew that he was taken away by his wife to save the dead souls, and no one dared to say anything, but his eyes were not kind.

It has been a long time since anyone did those miscellaneous work. These cooks were all used to Xu Yan, the coolie. They asked them to boil water and split the materials. They didn't say it, but they were cursing in their hearts. It was really time to scold the little Taoist priest who came back and came back after finishing the work.

"Xu Yan, you can prepare supper and go and kill a pig." The fat chef glanced at Xu Yan and said, "I'll come out tomorrow. I heard that there is a big deal. The boss has given me instructions to let the brothers eat enough today and work hard tomorrow."

When the fat chef asked Xu Yan to slaughter pigs, a thin man next to him suddenly became happy and said, "Every time I slaughter it, I finally have a leisure time today. Hehe, Taoist priest slaughter pigs, this is very fresh. Xu Yan, when will we take action? Let's see the fun."

Usually in the kitchen, this thin man slaughtered pigs. It is said that his family is a butcher. Xu Yan does do all kinds of miscellaneous work, but it is difficult for an outsider to do such a job as slaughtering pigs. It doesn’t matter if you can’t kill the pigs with one knife. If the pig is hurt, it will hit you wildly.

The domestic pig in the kitchen pigpen was pulled out for two or three hundred kilograms. Xu Yan was about to be knocked down or injured. Others would only make jokes, but no one would help.

After working for a long time, these chefs were not only dissatisfied, but also resentful, and wanted to use this to punish the little Taoist priest Xu Yan.

Xu Yan, who was helping to wash dishes, raised his head in the big basin, showed his white teeth and smiled silly: "Okay, after washing the dishes, I will go to slaughter the pig."

"Looking at his stupid look, can anyone slaughter pigs?" Several chefs muttered in a low voice in the distance, with their eyes satisfied with watching the show.

"Don't not kill the pig. He is being robbed to death by the pig. He is so stupid, he is even stupider than a pig."

"What are you saying? Who is stupider than a pig? At best, he is as stupid as a pig."

"Haha, yes, a little Taoist priest who is as stupid as a pig, haha."

The chefs' laughter and scolding were not loud, and they could hear clearly in the kitchen. They were not afraid of Xu Yan. In the past two months, the chefs have known that the little Taoist priests are easy to bully and are stupid. It has become common for him to laugh and scold Xu Yan after having nothing to do.

Zhang He, who was cutting green onions, tilted his head to watch the fun. He would occasionally laugh and scold the chefs before, but since he saw Xu Yan killing people in the canyon battlefield, Zhang He never laughed at Xu Yan again.

He always had an illusion that the little Taoist priest looked stupid and if he really wanted to start, he would probably be more ruthless than everyone in Yuanshan Village.

Zhang He saw Xu Yan killing people, but the other chefs didn't see them. The cooks were all on the edge of the battlefield at that time, and no one went to the center of the battlefield. Those who saw Xu Yan killing people were other bandits. After that, I forgot that a little Taoist priest or a chef, killing a dead military man was nothing.

Listening to the chefs' laughter and scolding, Xu Yan still smiled, but his mind was not on these cooks.

He was thinking about the smell of Mei Sanniang.

Mei Sanniang basically comes to the kitchen garden to pick vegetables every day, but no one dares to approach this lady in the village, and no one dares to tease Mei Sanniang, the woman in the boss, who dares to come over if she wants to die.

As long as Mei Sanniang came to the kitchen, the cooks would hide away like they were hiding from the plague.

Xu Yan is still young and has no idea about women. The taste he is thinking about is the taste of herbs.

When Mei Sanniang went to the back mountain to save her, Xu Yan was not far away from the other party, and sometimes she would walk side by side. The woman had a faint smell of herbs, which Xu Yan could clearly smell.

It's the smell of squid grass.

When he returned from Qi Yuanxia, ​​Xu Yan once passed by a large grass covered with centipede and caught a big centipede. At that time, he suspected that the centipede was planted by someone on purpose. Today, he smelled the scentigra on Mei Sanniang, and then heard Mei Sanniang talking to herself that her family was a drug dealer. Five years ago, he took his younger brother out to buy medicinal materials in Puguo.

After splicing several clues together, Xu Yan got a basically confirmable answer.

The piece of slight centipede grass in the mountains was planted by Mei Sanniang!

Could she want to take revenge on these Yuanshan bandits?

After cleaning the dishes, Xu Yan walked out of the house and walked towards the pigpen while thinking.

Centipede grass can attract poisonous insects such as centipedes and scorpions. If you catch these poisonous insects and collect poison juice, you will indeed have a chance to kill people. However, the venom of centipedes and scorpions is too obvious and has a very strong smell. It will gradually become ineffective after being left for a long time.

Xu Yan really couldn't think of how even if Mei Sanniang collected enough venom, she would poison the innate warriors like Feitian Centipede.

Could it be that people can eat a bowl of fishy rice? Or drink a bowl of fishy rice wine?

The venom of living creatures is difficult to cover up.

"Is this a stupid way? It's better to use centipede and scorpion directly..."

Xu Yan, who was talking to himself, opened the door of the pigpen and pulled it out with the ears of a big fat pig. The pig did not leave, so he had to pull it hard. His stupid look made the chefs in the distance laugh.

After finally pulling the big fat pig out of the pigpen, Xu Yan wiped the sweat from his head, found a hemp rope, and tied the big fat pig under a tree.

The rope was loose and said it was tied, but in fact it was not much different from being tied. Fortunately, these domestic pigs were all fed, and the fat pigs were lowered their heads and humming under the tree, looking for food everywhere.

"Does he kill or release pigs? He's so stupid, haha."

"Let's watch the show, I'll see that he will be kicked away by a pig later."

"Pig kicks Taoist priest, ha, it's okay to lose his arms and lameness. Just don't kick him to death. Who will work if he dies?"

"No need for a sharp knife, I'm such a fool to hold a sickle."

While watching the fun, the chefs laughed and laughed. Seeing Xu Yan looking for a sickle, the chef who was responsible for slaughtering pigs even scolded him. He had to use a sharp knife to cut blood vessels to death, and then let bloodleave them. How could he use a sickle to kill pigs?

The chefs were getting closer and closer, while Zhang He was far away. He had already made up his mind during this period, and it was better not to get too close to the stupid little Taoist priest.

The sickle handle was fixed to the tree by Xu Yan, and it was tied up and down, and there was a small hole at the tip of the knife on the other end to hang it on the wall. Now Xu Yan has passed an iron stick through it.

Holding both ends of the iron tag with both hands, Xu Yan looked like he was holding a plow to prepare for plowing land, but the blade of the sickle was just behind the pig's head.

"Fresh, is he arable land or killing pigs?"

"The idea that only the pig's brain can come up with a sickle kills a pig."

"Let's watch the fun, the stupid Taoist priest will be kicked away later."

The onlookers were all excited, holding their arms around each other, waiting to see the little Taoist priest make a fool of themselves, Chef Wu stood opposite the pig, watching the little Taoist priest killing pigs with contempt, and his mouth was about to turn to the sky.

Holding the sickle carried on the pig's head, Xu Yan turned his head and smiled at the chefs. His mouthful of white teeth looked even more stupid. The next moment, he suddenly raised the iron tag hard, and the sickle on the pig's head also lifted up. The blade with a cold light shining in the sun shone down in the sneering look of the chefs.

Blood is soaring into the sky.

He is indeed not killing a pig, he is beheading!
Chapter completed!