Wielding a butcher's knife, a seven-year-old wicked girl supports her family and abuses her wic

"You...you want to be a butcher?!"

Li Xiuyun was so surprised that her mouth dropped open, and she stared at Yang Xiaoman in front of her, speechless for a long time.

Is there ever a precedent in the world for a woman to work as a butcher?

The hilt of that butcher knife was always firmly held in the man's hand...

Not to mention his own daughter, who is only seven years old at the time.

"Xiaoman, I know you care about your mother and don't want her to lose face in front of your uncle."

Li Xiuyun gripped Yang Xiaoman's small hand tightly, her voice choked with emotion.

"But becoming a butcher isn't such a simple matter."

"Even your father... was the most famous butcher in the surrounding villages. He had to learn from others for a full six months before he could barely get into the trade."

"Even so, he only became a butcher after helping the villagers slaughter a few pigs for free. So even if you really learn the skills, the employer probably wouldn't be willing to take the risk."

At this point, she reached out her hand, trembling, and gently brushed aside the stray strands of hair on her daughter's forehead, saying in a trembling voice:

"Xiaoman, listen to your mother."

"Even though your father has fallen ill, as long as your mother is alive, this family... won't be your responsibility to shoulder the burden."

Looking at her mother, who had always been gentle in her memory, now displaying a strength that was completely opposite, Yang Xiaoman couldn't help but be moved.

Females are weak, but mothers are strong.

Before she even thought about putting her broken family back together, her mother had already prepared herself to fight tooth and nail to keep it together.

"Mom, I understand the reasoning... but I still want to give it a try."

After a few moments of silence, Yang Xiaoman gently pulled her hand away from her mother's grasp, took a deep breath, and said.

"Whether it succeeds or not is entirely up to the master's decision."

"If he doesn't trust his daughter, then as you said, we should make up three times the deposit to compensate him. What do you think?"

Her face was serious like never before.

Li Xiuyun bit her lip tightly, and after a long while, she hesitated before nodding.

"Alright, Mother will do as you say."

She knew in her heart that it would be difficult to raise the compensation money in a short time.

Now, all she can do is let her daughter go to Majia Village to tell the news to the master, and she can also take advantage of the gap to see if she can borrow some money from some families she often visits in the village.

……

Half an hour later, the sky began to lighten.

Li Xiuyun brought out a bowl of steaming hot noodles from the kitchen and placed it on the small stone table in the courtyard.

"Xiaoman, eat your fill before you go out."

Hearing the sound, Yang Xiaoman came out of the house and looked at the lonely bowl of noodles on the table, wondering:

"Mother, why is there only one bowl?"

A smile appeared on Li Xiuyun's tired face. "Silly child, why would I eat if I'm not hungry?"

"I haven't slept well these past few days, but now that I've seen your father buried on the mountain, I can finally rest easy."

"After you leave, I'll catch up on my sleep at home. How can I sleep if I've eaten too much?"

After hearing her mother's explanation, Yang Xiaoman nodded without thinking much, and then sat obediently on the stone bench.

Holding the steaming bowl of noodles, I grabbed my chopsticks and began to eat heartily.

She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt that her strength seemed to have increased considerably the moment she awakened the Butcher's Knife Technique.

Of course, her appetite also increased along with it.

In no time, a bowl of warm and comforting soup noodles was gone, and the bowl was quickly emptied.

Seeing this, Li Xiuyun couldn't help but be surprised. When did her daughter develop such an appetite?

"This child was probably frightened by his older brother and his wife."

As she thought about it, a hint of heartache flashed in her eyes.

"Xiaoman, if you're still hungry, Mom will get you another bowl of noodle soup."

While preparing breakfast for her daughter, she put the last bit of noodles in the pot and ladled them all into a bowl.

Now, only bland noodle soup remains in the pot in the kitchen; it was the breakfast she had planned to save for herself.

"No need, Mother. It's getting late, I need to hurry and head to Ma Family Village."

Yang Xiaoman hesitated for a moment, then shook her head.

The pig slaughtering job we're doing today came from the family in Majia Village.

Upon hearing this, Li Xiuyun quickly went into the courtyard, picked up the pig-slaughtering knife that she had wrapped in a cloth strip beforehand, and placed it next to the stone table.

Then she packed the pig-slaughtering tools into a basket. After completing all these preparations, she suddenly remembered something.

He carefully took out the cloth bag from his bosom, peeled it open layer by layer, and then picked out two copper coins from inside, gently placing them in Yang Xiaoman's palm.

"Xiaoman, it takes more than half an hour to get to Majia Village. Listen to your mother and take the oxcart."

Yang Xiaoman did not reach out to take it immediately, but hesitated for a moment.

"mother……"

She was just about to refuse when she saw her mother shake her head.

"We already breached the contract first, so let's not keep the client waiting any longer."

After hearing this, Yang Xiaoman had no reason to refuse.

After receiving the copper coins, he casually slung the basket over his shoulder, then held the butcher knife in his arms and walked out of the courtyard.

Watching her daughter's departing figure, Li Xiuyun trembled, and her hand holding the courtyard gate unconsciously clenched into a fist.

Only after Yang Xiaoman had walked far away did she let her arms fall limply to her sides.

Then he went into the kitchen, drank the still-warm noodle soup in the pot, and then walked out of the courtyard and locked the gate.

How can a mother sleep when her daughter goes out?

The most urgent task is to borrow money as soon as possible to appease the master.

No sooner had Li Xiuyun left the courtyard than two furtive figures scrambled out of the paddy field.

It was Yang Chengren and his companion who had just escaped.

"My wife, what should we do next?"

"The mother and daughter have both gone out, and the yard is empty now. Shouldn't we take advantage of this situation..."

Upon hearing this, a flash of resentment crossed Chen Yue'e's eyes, and she shook her head through gritted teeth, saying:

"We'll talk about the little inheritance left by the third son later!"

Thinking about how she had just been so scared that she wet her pants, she felt like her stomach was about to explode with anger.

"That wretched girl dared to threaten us with a butcher knife. Today, we must ask the village head to come forward and confiscate it first."

"Without it, let's see how that little beast will dare to be so arrogant in front of us!"

If she remembered correctly, the pig-slaughtering knife that the third brother used was made by several families in the village pooling their money to create it.

Even without laws, the village head has the right to confiscate it!

……

Meanwhile, Yang Xiaoman had already followed her memory to the village entrance.

From afar, you can see an oxcart parked next to the crooked tree at the village entrance, and you can vaguely see people in the back of the cart.

Yang Xiaoman knew that once the carriage was full, she would have to wait for the second one.

So, she subconsciously quickened her pace.

Fortunately, when they arrived at the oxcart, there was just one empty seat left.

After handing the driver a copper coin, Yang Xiaoman carried the basket and the butcher's knife into the carriage, and then climbed inside.

This series of actions immediately drew the ire of a woman from the same village.

"What kind of ill-mannered girl is this? If you have too much stuff, just wait for the next trip! Why do you have to force your way in?!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoman coldly looked in the direction of the voice.

Inside the oxcart, a somewhat familiar village woman looked at me with a face full of disdain.

"Hey! Isn't this Yang Chengcai's daughter? Everyone says your mother sold your five-year-old sister to a neighboring village as a child bride to pay for your father's funeral. How dare you still take a copper coin to ride in an oxcart?"

"With this spare money, you don't know how to save it for household expenses. In my opinion, the little money your father left behind will probably be squandered by you and your mother in no time."

The woman opposite her also saw Yang Xiaoman's face clearly and began to chatter on and on.

Upon hearing this, everyone in the carriage turned their curious gazes toward Yang Xiaoman.

To everyone's surprise, Yang Xiaoman, who was being mocked to her face, seemed not to understand, and instead smiled at the woman without getting angry.

He immediately raised the pig-slaughtering knife, which was wrapped tightly in cloth, from his pocket and asked casually:

"Auntie, do you know what I'm holding in my arms?"

"What is it?" The sudden question startled the woman from the same village.

As soon as she finished speaking, Yang Xiaoman narrowed her eyes and her voice suddenly turned several degrees colder.

"Of course it's... the pig-slaughtering knife my father used when he was alive. Do you want me to show it to you?!"

Upon hearing this, the woman was immediately horrified and dared not reply for a moment.

"It's good that you're scared. You'd better shut your dog mouth, or if you push me too far, I'll definitely chop off your long tongue!"

Observing the other person's reaction, she added ominously:

"You know, my father just died!"

In other words, she's barefoot and fearless; at worst, she'll fight to the death!

Upon hearing this, the woman trembled and instinctively pushed herself back.

"Crazy, crazy girl..."