Zhang Dafei, who was nearly forty years, stood in front of his stall, and there were either pieces or strips of pork on the stall.

The pork in November is already peak season, and it can be sold for two or three hundred kilograms every day.

Zhang Dafei looked around and saw that the market was about to close and customers were gradually becoming scarce.

"Gada."

Zhang Dafei took off the gloves on both hands, placed them on the chopping board, took two steps back, and sat on a shabby plastic stool.

Normally, pork should be produced by regular slaughterhouses.

But Zhang Dafei did the calculations himself. The profits of small households were more than doubled when slaughtering meat from private households and going to the slaughterhouse to earn meat.

Such a high profit gap is enough to make Zhang Dafei take the risk of slaughtering himself.

Moreover, as far as Zhang Dafei knows, Lao Li’s stall not far from him was also privately slaughtered.

What is the regular process or disinfection process, it has nothing to do with them.

As long as you can make money, you must do it even if you commit a private slaughter.

"I don't need to kill pigs when I go back tonight..." Zhang Dafei narrowed his eyes and swallowed the clouds and mist, feeling very uncomfortable.

A small business requires oneself to start with. Originally, Zhang Dafei always went home and slaughtered him.

But since last month, a teenager has worked part-time every day, and it is said that he works in three companies at the same time.

"Damn, I can't even earn much money from three companies, and this kid doesn't feel tired..."

Zhang Dafei spit out a mouthful of smoke, scratched his oily hair, and shivered, "And every time he slaughtered the pig, the boy's eyes were shiny and looked slim..."

excited!

Yes, it's excitement.

Zhang Dafei suddenly drew a word in his mind, swallowed his saliva, and a hint of shock flashed in his thick eyebrows and big eyes: "It's not a pervert, right..."

When I think of my wife still at home...

Someone must watch the pigs when slaughtering them, otherwise what should I do if I take them away after slaughtering them? Now a pig is not cheap, it is the peak season for pork.

"Grass, hurry up and go home."

Zhang Dafei stood up with a "swish", threw the cigarette butt under his feet and stepped on it hard, packed up the chopping board and prepared to go home.

He just recalled the excited look and suddenly felt a little creepy.

I felt a little guilty inside, how could I realize the abnormality of that kid in almost a month?

It would be nice if a normal person does this without being disgusted, let alone being happy.

And that kid was not only happy, but also so excited!

"Boss, how much does this pork rib cost?" A middle-aged woman with a bag stood in front of Zhang Dafei's stall.

"I won't sell it anymore, I won't sell it anymore, I'll close the stall today."

"So early."

The middle-aged woman nodded, a little confused.

But pork...had to be bought. She turned around and walked towards another pork stall.

Today, the company issued a bonus and bought some meat for your family.

When the middle-aged woman thought of her happy appearance when she ate meat, she became lighter and lighter.

Zhang Dafei was no longer in the mood to sell meat again.

He was driving his own Wuling light and driving towards his home in a slightly crowded traffic.

"kindness?"

The car parked at the door, and to the left of the view, looking through the glass, my home was pitch black.

Zhang Dafei shook his whole body.

What's the situation?

Usually, my wife should be watching TV at home at this time.

"Huh, there's a cell phone."

Zhang Dafei was a little nervous. He took out the mobile phone in his dirty trouser pocket with his right hand, clicked a few times, selected the address book, and found his wife's number.

Make a phone call?.

"Drip...drip..."

Listening to the sound of the phone, there were already four sounds, why didn’t anyone answer?

Zhang Dafei's bad premonition became stronger and stronger.

Nothing will happen?

Suddenly, the phone was answered:

"Lao Zhang, I won't talk about playing mahjong outside. You can do your own dinner tonight."

The loud voice of his wife from her family came from the phone.

"Damn it, I'm scared."

Zhang Dafei breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed his body, and asked casually, "Hey, where is Xiao Fang?"

"He left after work, and it's done every day. Oh, by the way, he said, and he won't come in the future. I persuaded him to do anything else. I didn't keep him. This kid, I don't do such a profitable job..."

Listening to his wife chatting a few words over there and mixing with a few mahjong scolding, Zhang Dafei took a few deep breaths.

Life is really happy.

That kid is not coming to work anymore! It's great.

……………………

"Yunhai University has arrived, passengers who get off the bus should be careful."

A bus parked at the bus stop opposite the school gate.

A boy in black walked down with a slightly messy hair but his eyes were bright.

It is Fang Cheng.

"Yeah, I've been working for more than a month..."

Fang Cheng stretched out his arms and sniffed them left and right, without any pungent smell.

Every time after finishing work, Fang CD will find a bathhouse and rinse it.

Otherwise, it will be covered in fishy smell.

"Strength: 1.8, Agility: 0.5, Spirit: 0.8, Meta-energy: 17."

Looking at the symbols below the field of vision, Fang Cheng's thoughts flashed.

"A pig was slaughtered a month ago and it was 0.5 yuan energy points. Recently, this proportion has gradually declined. A pig only increased by 0.2 yuan energy points, and it even dropped to 0.1 today."

"It seems that this method is not working anymore, so I need to change it."

"However, adding points to this attribute is not unlimited. After the power reaches 1.8, the body feels a little swelling and tearing. It seems that you have to adapt for a while."

"Go to the martial arts hall first to measure the strength."

Fang Cheng's eyes flashed and he walked towards the martial arts hall.

At around 8 o'clock in the evening, there were no students around the Wudang Hall. Fang Cheng looked at the lights in the venue and walked in.

Follow the passage into the venue.

In the center of the museum is a black arena, and several force measuring devices are neatly stacked on the right side.

This is a tool for the on-site personnel to test their strength, including boxing devices, and power measuring devices.

"Well, I haven't learned boxing yet, so my boxing strength will be unpredictable. If I hurt my muscles and bones, it will be a problem."

Fang Cheng walked past the boxing device and looked at the stone stakes used to warm up the martial arts hall, with words engraved on it:

“50kg, 100kg, 200kg, 300kg.”

This is the simplest and most basic force measurement tool, which does not rely on waist force or inertia.

How many kilograms are raised with one hand, how much muscle strength is the one-arm.

"call."

Fang Cheng took a deep breath of air.

Although I have been accustomed to bloody slaughtering scenes these days, I still feel a little uncomfortable.

In addition to the excitement after getting the Yuan Energy Spot every day, Fang Cheng's head was a little tingling and his spirit was lacking.

Hum? Try this spiritual point.

Fang Cheng's eyes moved and he looked at the four lilac symbols below his field of view.
To be continued...