"I can't understand it at all. The spine is slightly curved, and the head is the hardest. From the pig's tail to the pig's mouth, how many changes did my father have to make to be able to split it vertically in one stroke?"

"When a butcher encounters a curved spine, he will cut slowly and slowly, and only when he reaches the pig's head will he chop it hard. This can also separate the pig, but it often leaves a lot of tiny bones."

"I followed my father's example and practiced for many years, but the curvature of the spine of each pig was different, and there were many variations. Every time the spine was only opened to three-quarters, it would deviate, and the knife would chop the ribs into pieces."

"With that kind of force, I gritted my teeth and tried my best to chop accurately, but I could only cut half of the spine, and the knife got stuck in the bone and lost its power."

"You know, this is still a long way from the hardest and most powerful pig head, there are at least eleven or twelve vertebrae."

"Cut the pig in half with one cut, including the spine and head. There are so many pig butchers in the world, but I only see my father can do it"

"My father was silent. I asked him questions every day. He would always say,"Kill more and you will figure it out yourself.""

"But I have killed so many pigs that I can't do it."

"Today I have become an adult. Scholars say that a person has reached adulthood, but for us butchers, there is no such thing as a strict rule."

"This pig was fed with good food from home. My father took out the fourth knife. It was very small, about the size of a palm, with a triangular blade and a needle-like tip. It was used for stabbing and cutting. It was the boning knife for removing the bones from the elbow. You couldn't be distracted when my father used this knife."

"I watched my father's hand reaching for the pig's trotter. In the blink of an eye, the pig's front elbow was taken off."

"I didn't expect that my busy father would cook for me today."

"A bowl of birthday pork trotter noodles, the soup is dark brown, exuding a rich aroma of pork bones and spices. The freshly picked pork trotter meat is very tender. Once it is put into the bowl, the skin and meat are trembling and elastic, the oil is shining, and the noodles are also very elastic. The light yellow color is wrapped with some green vegetables and bean sprouts, which is dotted with vitality."

"I ate the noodles very quickly. It was a pig that my father had killed. There was no fishy smell at all. It was usually sent to the homes of wealthy families."

"My father didn't eat. A high-ranking official had a banquet at his home and he was invited to the kitchen. He didn't watch me eat, but just sat there smoking his pipe, spitting on the ground from time to time, and then continued smoking."

"Seeing that I had finished eating, my father knocked his pipe on the ground twice, cleared the ashes, and then took out a book and threw it to me."

"Don’t you want to kill a pig? Kill the pig as described above, and you will understand."

"I was surprised. My father was going to teach me real kung fu."

"He put his pipe in his arms and left, picked up the butcher's tool and left."

"There was no time to clean up the dishes, I wiped them on my clothes���With two hands, he began to carefully open the book his father gave him."

"I was confused and flipped through it for a long time, but it was not a pig-killing secret book at all, but an old almanac."

"I have tried many methods to crack the martial arts secrets in the storybooks, such as light transmission, water spray, fumigation, and hot compress......., but the calendar is the calendar, there is no change at all"

"I understand a little bit about weddings, funerals, and housewarmings, but what should I kill?"

"I'll ask my father when he comes back. Although he doesn't seem to be very easy to talk to, I'm going to sleep."

"I woke up"

"My father didn't come back."

"My father is dead"

"A prince died at the banquet, and no one in the kitchen survived."

"Uncle Zhang brought my father back. He was fine when he left, but when he came back, he was covered in a layer of white cloth."

"My father didn't even have his 60th birthday, and there were no funeral materials, so Uncle Zhang went to get some and asked me to get some paper-made things."

"I was groggy and wandering around the streets. I had no direction and didn't even know what I was doing."

"I vaguely remembered that I had gone out to the street for something. I stopped and looked up, and saw a wooden board standing on the wall. I didn't know many words, but I knew these three crooked and faded words."

"Xianxiao Hall"

"The name of a wise man, the meaning of filial piety"

"‘Do you want to be filial? His voice brought me back to reality."

"He was a boy of my age, maybe a little younger. He didn't stop working while he was talking. He dipped pig bristles in paste and quickly tapped the wicker cage. Then he took out some paper and pressed it against the cage to fold and beat it. He also used scissors to cut the paper."

"I was also staring at it in a trance. The wicker cage that was originally woven with bamboo strips turned into a big white paper bird after he fiddled with it."

"‘What is this? 'I asked the boy in front of me"

"The boy picked up the big white bird and stuck it on a thin bamboo as thick as a finger. He then lifted the bamboo and shook it. The bamboo was green and the bird was pale. In this dark shop, the bird danced in the dark bamboo but could not be seen clearly. It seemed as if the bird was flying in the air."

"‘His name is Crane', the boy replied"

"‘Have you ever heard of riding a crane to the west? If someone in your family becomes an immortal, they will ride this. 'He explained to me this way"

"I just nodded hesitantly, and he didn't say much, and started packing his things."

"‘Judging from your appearance, you probably didn't fulfill your filial piety when you were alive, so let's have a grand ceremony after your death.’"

"Paper figures, paper horses, money trees, mountains of gold and silver, memorial archways, gatehouses, and poultry in the courtyards were piled up in front of me."

"I didn't say anything and handed over two taels of silver. My mind was a mess, I felt weak all over, my whole body was falling down, and I felt choked in my chest. I tried to take a deep breath, but I instantly got goosebumps and my breath trembled. Actually, I should have cried, but why couldn't I cry?"

"Seeing that I had only paid but not taken anything, and was standing there in a daze, he tied the papers into a pile with straw ropes, left a handle, and brought it to me."

"‘Who hasn't lost a parent these days? 'That's what he said, he pointed inside the store and smiled at me."

"I looked in the direction he pointed. On the altar in the middle of the store shelf were two Qingdou stone slabs. The slightly clumsy shadow carving master had carved two portraits. The facial features were a little awkward, but I could clearly see that they were two young people, a man and a woman."

"It's alright, we have to go anyway, just live one day at a time"

"He returned to the shop, pulled out a booklet from the cabinet, flipped through it, and then said with a smile:"The day after tomorrow is a good day, suitable for funerals, burials, making stoves, and offering sacrifices."

"When I saw the booklet in the boy's hand, I suddenly felt a stream of fresh air passing through my mind, and my whole body became clear-headed. I rushed into the store, pointed at the booklet in his hand and asked him,"How do you have this?"’"

"He was a little surprised to see my sudden change, he just glanced at his hand, then pointed to the side:"This is what I sell in my store.’"

"There was a pile of almanacs on the shelf next to it, exactly the same as the ones my father gave me, the only difference was that the ones here were new, while the ones my father gave me were old."

"I let out a breath, feeling a little lost, and the dizziness in my head came over me again. Maybe it was because of my obsession, or maybe I was too confused."

"I subconsciously asked: 'Are there any pigs in here?’"

"After I finished speaking, I realized that I was dizzy, smiled bitterly, and turned to leave the store."

"What was beyond my expectation was that the boy who ran a paper-making shop actually nodded as if it was a matter of course."

"Pigs, of course."

He pointed to a line of words on the almanac:

"Xinhai Jinbichu, this is the pig."

He flipped it over again and continued pointing:

"There are more than just pigs. Kui Chou, Wood and Willow are open, which is a cow. Yi You, Water and Room are flat, which is a chicken. Jia Yin, Water and Heart are removed, which is a tiger. There are twelve types in total.’"

"Almost at the moment when the boy finished speaking, I suddenly had a sudden inspiration. I grabbed the almanac in his hand and flipped through it. Then I understood."

"I hurried out of the store without looking back, I want to go home"

""Your paper-cut." The boy called me"

"I came back, picked up the paper-made figures, forced a smile, thanked him, and asked him: What's your name?"

"Hu Shisan, I won’t say welcome next time."

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