This tavern is located at the entrance of the alley.
Duan Tianming rushed out of the tavern in a gust of wind, without knowing the direction, and rushed straight into the alley.
At the end of the alley, there is a large locust tree that cannot be hugged by three people. It grows in the middle of the alley with lush branches and leaves.
The huge tree crown covers the entire end of the alley, forming a natural shady place.
However, the filth and sewage all over the floor, as well as the stinky smell, make people unwilling to stay here for a while.
To the left of the big tree, there is a large iron pot supported by five or six large stones. Perhaps because of its age, a thick layer of scale has turned the inside of the large pot white.
There was half a pot of cold water inside, which rippled with the breeze.
On the ground next to the big iron pot, the sewage all over the ground turned into mud, mixed with a little black pig hair, and the smell emitted made people want to vomit.
Even so, on the right side of the big tree not far away, a fat man used two roller axes as bed legs and placed a door panel on them to form a small bed, lying on it quietly to enjoy the cool air.
He was naked from the waist up, holding a cattail leaf fan in his hand, shaking it for no reason, closing his eyes tightly, enjoying the rare silence.
In the pig pen surrounded by stones, two large black pigs were full and full, wagging their short tails and whining in circles in the pig pen.
After walking around for a while, I seemed to be dissatisfied with the narrowness of the pig pen. A big black pig actually stepped on the stone wall with its front hooves and looked out with its head.
Seeing the huge crown of the big locust tree, the big black pig was full of curiosity and kicked hard with its hind hooves, wanting to see the bigger world outside.
When he saw the big iron pot half filled with cold water, Black Pig's heart went crazy.
It saw with its own eyes that several of its brothers had all their pig hair removed when the water from the pot was poured on them.
But the curiosity in my heart still defeated the fear.
The big black pig continued to look outside.
Little by little, Pig Eyes saw from the big iron pot to the trunk of the big tree, and then to the simple little bed on the right side of the big tree.
When he saw the face of the fat man on the bed clearly, the big black pig felt a sense of fear in his heart.
This person is Butcher Zhang, who makes a living by killing his own kind.
The big black pig's hind hooves trembled slightly, trying to slowly back down from the fence.
Butcher Zhang, who was lying on the door panel, suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the big black pig with half its head exposed on the pig pen, with an evil smile on his face.
As if being shocked by electricity, the big black pig kicked off its front hooves, jumped off the wall, rushed into the pig's nest, and immediately lay down in the slimy mud in the pig's nest, not daring to move.
Seeing the black pig being scared away, Butcher Zhang chuckled, slowly sat up, and folded his legs back.
Shaking the cattail leaf fan in his hand, he looked at the middle-aged monk not far away who was wearing gray robes and looking after himself like a prisoner.
"I said, monk, when are you going to stare at me like this? If you don't go back to your temple to eat, eat, pray and chant Buddha, you insist on forcing me to have no business. What's the difference between you and the pigs in the pigsty?
, are you feeling too full after eating too much?”
Under the wall not far from Butcher Zhang, a relatively thin monk sat cross-legged.
He closed his eyes tightly and meditated quietly. He didn't pay attention to Butcher Zhang's words.
Seeing that the monk ignored him, Butcher Zhang was not angry. It seemed that he had become accustomed to the monk's virtue of being silent under the guise of being silent.
"Monk, aren't you Buddhists compassionate and full of benevolence, justice and morality? Let me ask you now, who is the most despised person in our Ming Dynasty?"
Shaking the cattail leaf fan in his hand, Butcher Zhang said with a smile on his face.
It seemed like he was talking to the stone, but there was no response.
"Dead?" Butcher Zhang grinned, "If you want to die, don't die here. This is a place for killing pigs, not a place for dead people. Pork can also buy some money, but if you die, you can only waste this piece of meat."
The place is so bad that I have to find an auspicious place to kill the pig."
"Donor, this poor monk is just trying to persuade you to do good. It does not bring any benefit to the poor monk. Please be kind to the donor."
The monk meditating under the wall slowly opened his eyes and said unhurriedly.
Hearing that the other party asked him to keep his words, Butcher Zhang immediately became angry.
He stretched out his legs and slid down the door panel, standing on the ground with his bare feet. A mouthful of thick phlegm came out casually and sprayed on the thick trunk of the big locust tree.
"Bah, you are a bald donkey. It has no benefit to you at all. Why do you want to force me to have no business? Do you want to starve my family to death? If you want to do good, you can do it yourself.
, What are you dragging me with? I think you are no different from the big black pig in the pig pen, you just get so full that you feel full."
The more he cursed, the angrier he got, and Butcher Zhang's chest heaved violently.
"The donor was full of anger and even made filthy words. It seems that the donor not only has to put down the butcher's knife, but also has to calm down and do good deeds to achieve positive results." Faced with Butcher Zhang's abuse, the monk remained unhurried and unhurried.
A lukewarm attitude.
"Zhengguo, what is Zhengguo?" Butcher Zhang couldn't help being amused, "My whole family was starved to death, so it became Zhengguo?"
"Life and death are destiny, wealth and honor are in heaven, so why should a donor care so much about temporary gains and losses?"
"Fuck your horse." Butcher Zhang couldn't help but spit out the fragrance again, "Since life and death are determined by destiny, isn't the purpose of raising pigs just to kill them for meat? Why don't you let them be killed? Your inconsistent words,
It's almost like fooling a three-year-old. If the Ming Dynasty hadn't killed people to pay for it, I would have stabbed you, a bald donkey, in the throat with a butcher's knife."
The quarrel between the two people caused the nearby neighbors to walk out of their homes one by one and surrounded them in twos and threes.
"This monk is really troublesome. My family hasn't had any meat to eat for several days, and the men have no energy to work in the fields."
"Your family still works in the fields? Mine has been weaving baskets at home these days. There is no meat to eat, and the fingers are no longer dexterous."
"Hey, you guys are working in the fields or at home. If you really can't do it, you can rest for a few days. My family can play the suona and attend weddings and weddings to earn some money to feed the family. There is no meat to eat these days.
, I couldn’t even breathe out of my stomach. Yesterday I went to Grandma Wang’s house in Si Dao Alley to attend a party, but I didn’t do well, so I was kicked back by someone.”
"That is, since the monk is a member of the Buddhist sect, what are you doing in this secular world?"
"If you don't want to enter the mortal world, then don't come here. You don't understand the things in the mortal world, yet you have to pretend to be an expert and point east and west."
"Look at his figure. Even after being scolded by Butcher Zhang, he didn't dare to retaliate. At first glance, he looks like a useless thing."
"Forbearance, then go back to the Buddhist home and forbearance. Don't delay us from eating meat. We are all secular people."
Several women stood next to the monk, and they began to discuss each other's words.
But all this has no effect on the monk.
I even continued to meditate without standing up.
It seems that as long as you don't kill the pig, everything has nothing to do with me.
Duan Tianming, who was hidden in the crowd, watched everything in front of him with interest, but had no plans to take action yet.
The butcher seemed rude, but every word he said made sense and could not be refuted.
He wanted to see how this monk ended up.
"Monk, stand up and argue with me. If you don't get out of here as soon as possible, don't delay my business of killing pigs and selling meat." The cattail leaf fan in his hand pointed at the monk, and Butcher Zhang issued a challenge.
With these women who were once street beauties, alley beauties, and village beauties as the audience, Zhang Butcher suddenly felt a hundred times more energetic.
"Theory? If the donor fails to argue, will he put down his butcher knife and never kill again?" Looking at Butcher Zhang, the monk stood up slowly, holding on to the earthen wall behind him.
Butcher Zhang frowned slightly and thought for a moment.
You can see the encouraging eyes of the women around you, and the Cattail Fan in your hand patted your bare chest twice.
"If I can't argue with you, I, Butcher Zhang, will immediately smash the butcher's knife and sell it for scrap metal. But if you lose, kowtow to apologize to everyone, and then get out."
"If you lose, you lose. You kowtow to apologize. What's the point of that?" the monk said.
"Are you deaf? Didn't you hear how miserable these neighbors are going to live without meat for a few days? Or are you just a fool and don't understand?"
Hearing Butcher Zhang's question, the women next to him covered their mouths and started laughing.
(In this chapter, I deliberately used a few different words for fear of not showing up. Of course, other words can be used instead, but if you want to express the anger of an ordinary person, it is more appropriate to use more down-to-earth curse words!)
