Puppet cultivation, if you find the real one, I lose

"Uncle Zhang was busy for the past three days. I was like a puppet, being dragged around doing what I was supposed to do. I put on sackcloth, knelt down to invite the head of the family, the kitchen staff, the guests, and knelt around the coffin."

"Finally, I opened the coffin and took a look at my father. Then the coffin was nailed shut. I watched the nails being driven in inch by inch, and I felt that my father was getting further and further away from me."

"The eight Vajras were all masculine men from nearby shops. They rolled up the hemp rope, passed the wooden pole through, and shouted, and the coffin was carried up the mountain. The journey up the mountain was the noisiest, with drums shaking the forest, suonas blaring, and small cymbals playing continuously. But I was exceptionally quiet."

"I didn't understand anything, so I just followed the instructions of the adults. They covered the tombstone with soil, poured wine to celebrate the fast, burned incense and paper, and kowtowed over and over again."

"It's finally over. Everyone has left the three-day banquet, including Uncle Zhang. I'm the only one left at home."

"It's such a rare silence. I'm afraid I'll be laughed at if I tell you about it. From the time my father died to today, I haven't shed a single tear. I was just pretending to cry during funerals. I don't know why I can't cry."

"I am really an unfilial person"

"Everyone had left, the banquet tables and bowls had been cleared, and there were only some small tasks left. I took a broom and swept the firecrackers and food scraps all over the yard, and tidied up the furniture that had been misplaced for the banquet."

"I picked up a shiny black basket and placed it quietly in the corner. I put down the broom."

"In the basket was a set of familiar tools: the soul-binding rope, the butcher knife, the willow-prison knife, the peach-leaf knife, the boning knife, and the Yama hook and the blood basin leaning against the wall."

"Seeing these things, my mind flashed over and over again the graceful and smooth way my father used these tools, his wrists, waist and feet, the force, the speed,......I feel like I'm in a state of epiphany. I didn't understand how to use it before, but now I subconsciously think that it would be better to use it this way."

"I was immersed in this epiphany for a long, long time."

"Until my eyes caught sight of a solitary pipe hanging outside the basket."

"In an instant, my emotions were like a flood that broke through a dam. It surged like a mighty army, pulling at my abdominal muscles and my throat, and bursting open my tear glands that had not opened for three days since the funeral."

"I looked around in a daze, and my father's shadow was everywhere: the stool he sat on, the rag he wiped his hands with, his teacup, his back as he sharpened a knife, his face at the stove, and the Spring Festival couplets that were not torn cleanly under the funeral couplets were also posted by my father........"

"At that moment, I cried so hard that I rolled over and fell asleep on the cold ground."

"My father will never appear again."

"My father, who was butchering pigs and cooking noodles for me two days ago, is gone forever. These knives no longer have an owner, and his unprecedented butchering skills have also disappeared. He has turned into a handful of yellow earth."

"I took over my father's business and became a butcher with the tools he left behind."

"The orders from the wealthy families were fewer. They were very picky and could taste the fishy smell at the first bite. I was not as clean as my father. They said that the pig still had resentment after it died, so the smell changed."

"Fortunately, my family also raised some pigs. My father had some connections with pig farmers, so he opened a butcher shop and made a decent living."

"It has been nearly a month since my father passed away. One day, a big shot came to the street, wearing brocade and gorgeous clothes, with gold rings and jade hairpins. Ever since my father's accident, I have been extremely resistant to such people."

"So when these people approached the street corner, I would squat down, hide behind the pork chopping board, pretend to be packing up, and wait for these big shots to pass by."

"There was a grid under the chopping board, so I could vaguely see outside. This time I watched the figure coming straight towards my shop, and finally the pair of gold-thread embroidered shoes stopped quietly in front of my eyes."

"I dared not move, my heart was beating wildly, and I kept moving the basket, which was already very neatly arranged, praying that the young lady would leave soon."

"‘How long are you going to stay there? 'When I heard this voice, I didn't feel gentle at all, I just felt my scalp tingling."

"I got up. It was a very beautiful girl, the only one I had ever seen in my life, the kind of beauty that made me feel ashamed and dared not hope for."

"But she didn't look at me. She wrapped the handle of the butcher knife on my chopping board with a handkerchief and half-lifted it to look at it. Then she said,"What is your relationship with the owner of this knife?"’"

"That's my father."

"The girl put down the knife, picked up a piece of pork elbow, smelled it, and then frowned."

"‘This meat is far from your father's, it's not cleanly killed, but it's still better than the average butcher's. It should be enough to make some smoked meat.’"

"I just lowered my head and listened to the girl in front of me. The swords of the four guards behind her told me to speak less and make fewer mistakes."

"It seems that your father has taught you that someone in the family specifically wants to eat the clean pork that your father eats. I will give you a month. I want clean meat."

"I have also found a famous butcher in China, who is very close to you. The reason why I can't butcher the meat like your father is that I suspect it is the problem of the butchering tools. If you can't butcher the meat in the next month, name a price and give me all these knives."

"My whole body trembled, and my fists clenched slightly under the chopping board"

"After that, she left. I didn't care anymore and closed the butcher shop."

"This is my father's knife. The knife my father left me. No one can take it away."

"I didn't practice killing pigs, I went to catch mice. My father said that I could kill all of them."

"I stopped all my work. It was almost winter for snakes, cattle and horses were too expensive, and dragons and tigers were impractical. I could only try small ones, such as mice, rabbits, and poultry. My father was right. The bones, spines, and arteries of each of these animals and birds were different."

"Compared to mice, any tool used to kill pigs is too big, and you have to bleed them. I spent half a month hiding in the yard killing mice. I was completely depressed because the blood vessels and spine of mice are too thin. I couldn't even kill a mouse, so how could I kill all the twelve zodiac animals?"

"The door opened, and Hu Shisan came in carrying a bamboo basket. He dropped the basket in the yard, and live mice scurried around in the cage, making squeaking noises."

"Hu Shisan is a new friend of mine. He said that mice love people to death. He has seen more mice in his paper-making shop than I have seen people. So I gave him a job to catch mice."

"He took one look at the large basin full of rat corpses, took out a handful of fried soybeans from his pocket, stuffed a few into his mouth, smiled and said:"Are you going to kill rats using the same method your father taught you to kill pigs?""

"Isn't that right?"After hearing what he said, I put down the knife in my hand."

"You have never been so hungry that you have to eat a mouse. When a person is extremely hungry, how can they kill a mouse so delicately as you do, drain its blood, scald it with hot water and pluck its hair? If they take that much time, they will starve to death."

"I didn't say anything, just looked at him. He didn't say anything either. He poured the soybeans in his hand into his mouth, clapped his hands, took a live mouse out of the cage, picked through my basket, and finally picked up a boning knife."

"He raised the knife and slashed it like peeling sugar cane, and the mouse's limbs fell off. Then he moved the bone-cutting knife around the mouse's neck, put the knife back into the basket, grabbed the mouse with both hands and pulled it hard left and right, then said to me:"Now you can eat it!"’"

"I just watched, his left hand was a red and white mouse body, and his right hand was a piece of gray fur."

"I took the mouse. It was not dead but still struggling frantically. It was the first time I saw such obvious living blood vessels and muscles. They were throbbing and twisting in front of my eyes, as if injustice and pain were crawling in my heart."

"‘Its meat is smelly.’ I came up with this sentence by some strange coincidence"

"Hey, you are wrong, it tastes sweet."

"No, he just stinks, I continued."

"Hu Shisan looked at me and felt bored:"I don't want to argue with you, fifty cents." He left after saying this."

"I don't know what I learned from skinning the mouse, but I still killed the mouse the same way my father killed the pig."

"I can't describe this feeling, it's like I realized something."

"Plankton only have a lifespan of one day, and they die after mating and laying eggs. What is the meaning of their existence? In fact, they live to reproduce. All creatures strive to survive in order to reproduce, but each species has a different way of maintaining reproduction."

"As for the domestic pig species, when it depends on humans, its plan for long-term reproduction will be successful. Humans will continue to allow them to exist and will help domestic pigs overcome all obstacles to reproduction in nature."

"The reason why my father's slaughtered pigs tasted tasteless was because he never treated them as livestock or meat to fill his stomach."

"Their fate is to die in the prime of life, but it is not cheap. They are pioneers for the reproduction of the species, soldiers who have retired after success, and each of them is a perfect farewell."

"This mysterious mentality made me gradually change from a pig-killing job to a"

"I am a butcher."

"I am the last gift of a pig’s life."