Chapter 367: Joining the Army - What should I kill?
The fat man borrowed a pot from Butcher Zhang and began to roast the meat according to the law. First, he marinated and then boiled the meat. After an hour, the aroma filled the room. He politely said to the crowd watching the excitement: "Come on, come on, one for each, everyone has something to eat."
No one will be left behind."
There were sixty or seventy people watching, and two kilograms of meat was only ten pieces at best. How could everyone have their share? Everyone watched curiously as he cut it one by one. Sure enough, it was no more, no less, sixty-five cuts, and it was cut into six pieces.
Sixteen pieces, one piece for each person on site. There happened to be a scale in the butcher's shop, so everyone took it and weighed it. They found that the size and weight of each piece were the same, and they were all 2 taels. At this moment, a person suddenly broke in from outside.
It was the butcher's eldest son. When he saw that his father was no longer chasing him, he went back curiously. Seeing this scene, he also wanted to turn over the bowl of meat. The fat man smiled and cut his own meat in two and handed it to him.
It was seen that the flesh in his hand had not become thinner, but the flesh in the hand of the person who suddenly broke in was still two ounces.
Everyone thought they had met a god and were about to kneel down. Among the crowd, there were a few greedy people who had already stuffed the pork into their mouths. Unexpectedly, it turned into a puddle of water without tasting a bite of the meat. They shouted loudly.
: "It's a magician, it's an illusion." After hesitation, the fat man laughed and chanted:
"True Immortal Secret"
Real man, meet the true secret,
The three corpse gods must be beaten thoroughly.
Don’t be tired of chasing laughter and words,
It’s so frustrating to think about chaos.
When I have time, I can count from the beginning on my fingers,
I can see how many people there are in Qingping.
When meat enters the belly, it will also turn into feces.
Why bother talking about whether it is illusion or reality.
Amidst the laughter, everyone saw that he was outside the crowd and walked away while singing. Everyone looked at the pork in their hands and saw that it had turned into water and disappeared. They touched their pockets and found that there was no money at all.
Master. What's going on? It's said to be a fairy but it's an illusion, it's said to be a trick but it's free of charge. After everyone discussed it in confusion for a long time, they dispersed, leaving Zhang Butcher alone in a daze.
A madman, Butcher Zhang shook his head. The next day, he continued to kill his pigs and sell his pork. The town held a small market every five days and a large market every fifteen days. This day was in Baita Town.
The business in the big market was very good. He harvested two pigs in a row and was busy until the afternoon. He still had two pieces of meat. When he was about to close the stall, a Buddha's call came: "Amitabha, the poor monk is polite." The seller here
Very few monks came to him for alms. Hearing the Buddha's call, he raised his head in surprise. He saw a fat monk who looked very similar to the fat man who performed magic tricks a few days ago. It couldn't be that he had shaved his head.
Is the headache coming again? He looked at it carefully, and there were still some differences. Although they were both fat, the one he looked at a few days ago looked free and easy, and this one looked more compassionate. Curious, he hurriedly returned the greeting and asked him what was going on.
.The monk smiled and said: "The poor monk saw that the donor had an evil look on his face, so he came here to ask."
I am a butcher of pigs, not a vegetarian, so there is nothing strange about the evil spirit. He shook his head and ignored him. The monk stared at him and said: "Karma is never good, it's not that it is not repaid, the time has not come, the time has come
Once it arrives, everything will be reported, and the benefactor will soon be in great disaster."
Butcher Zhang was originally a hunter, but he turned into a butcher. His hands were stained with blood every day. He never thought about this. He thought to himself, this monk is a liar. He is crazy for wanting to use some money. What kind of retribution can he tell me as a butcher?
So, he said to him angrily: "Monk, I don't have any money for alms here, and I have two pieces of meat that have not been sold. Do you want it?" After saying that, he took out the meat and put it in front of his eyes.
Shaked.
After hearing this, the guest said: "I have also encountered such a situation. Once, I took a train to Shanghai to see a doctor. I saw a bulging wallet on the seat. If there was a lot of money, it must have been lost by the previous guest.
At that time, I didn’t care, so I picked it up and planned to hand it to the flight attendant, but after waiting for a long time, no flight attendant came. I was curious, so I opened my wallet and saw that there were ghost coins inside. I was originally going to see a doctor.
Yes, it was really unlucky to pick up this thing. At this time, a man in plain clothes with a shaved head came out and said to me: "Donor, I see that your hall is dark and your eyes are dull. It seems that you are in great trouble. Let this poor monk help you solve it."
"Defused." I was in a very bad mood at the time, so I unknowingly believed the other person's words, and over time, he defrauded me of more than 2,000 yuan."
The guests chatted lively, and Jinhua Dongbin went to prepare more food for them. It was Taixiao night. The villagers happened to catch some wild cold-water mandarin fish in the deep pool, and the squirrel mandarin fish was very delicious.
"Touching Fish: Squirrel Mandarin Fish"
Living in a deep pool, it is like a dragon hiding in the water, and when it leaps, it rushes like a leopard. The shrimps and fish have nowhere to escape, and they fall into the mouth and are swallowed up. An old fisherman, when he catches the fish skillfully, how can the mandarin fish be as smart as a man? He bites the hook in a hurry.
He was arrested, put into a fishing cage, and then into the back kitchen, and his life was gone in an instant.
Remove all the bones, cut into pieces with a diagonal knife. Apply salt and pepper evenly, soak with rice wine starch, heat 70% oil in the wok. The skin will be golden, the meat will be slightly charred, and the cuticles will point up like autumn chrysanthemums. Thicken the thick soup and stir-fry with heat.
oil, sprinkle with pine nuts and various fruit pieces.
The squirrel mandarin fish with full color, flavor and flavor was served on the table. While the guests were competing for food, Jin Huabin's story continued: "Another afternoon, when Butcher Zhang had just finished selling the meat and was about to close the door, the fat bald customer came again and shouted at him.
The Buddha's name said: "The poor monk is not asking for alms for himself, but for you to avoid disasters. Those who kill cows will be reborn as cows in the next life, and those who kill pigs will be killed as pigs in the next life. To escape from this disaster, you have to seek Buddhism.
"
Zhang Butcher was furious and replied: "Master, if I kill someone, I can be reincarnated as a human being in the next life and enjoy the glory and wealth of the murdered person. I respect the master's order and select noble people to do it in the future?"
"What to Kill"
The cause is destined, the result will be rewarded,
Good and evil, who knows.
Kill a pig and be reincarnated into a pig,
Slaughtering the cow and plowing the fields in the next life will be painful.
One knife kills the noble man,
Reincarnated as a human being and enjoy happiness?
The old bald donkey is not good at Buddhism,
Stop cheating me of money and silver.
The fat man stayed for a while, then opened his mouth and said, "Killing a pig is already a sin, let alone killing someone?"
Butcher Zhang usually likes to listen to books and imitate the voices in them: "Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately. I am too old to kill pigs. I will wash my hands in a golden basin. There must be a pig butcher in the town so that everyone can eat."
If I don’t get pork, who will go to hell if I don’t?”
The fat bald man was speechless. After a moment of silence, he said: "Rotten wood cannot be carved, and the heart will not die until it hits the south wall."
After saying that, he left in despair. Mr. Zhang rarely defeated his opponent in the debate. Looking at his leaving figure, he felt as proud as if he had eaten a bowl of iced mung beans in June. He was in a great mood and had no business at all.
After finishing it, I took the remaining two pieces of pork, closed the shop, and went home to improve the food for my family.
He was usually very stingy, otherwise he wouldn't have chased after his son for defecating in someone else's latrine. When he saw the meat coming home, his wife asked in surprise: "I just wanted to go to the shop and scream, why don't you just
I brought the meat back, look, who is here at home?"
Who is here? Because he was afraid that he was a butcher, except for the original hunter, few people came to visit. He went in to take a look, patted his thigh and said, "It turns out to be you, sir. What gust of wind brought you here?"