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For the remainder of the journey, the crowded carriage suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

The seat to Yang Xiaoman's right was completely empty.

She was happy to relax and rest, so she closed her eyes to rest while holding the butcher knife, completely ignoring the resentful glares that kept sweeping over her from the other side.

"We've arrived at Majia Village. Those who want to get off, hurry up."

The oxcart came to a slow stop after the driver ahead gave a warning.

Yang Xiaoman then opened her eyes.

With a basket on his back and a butcher's knife in his hand, he jumped off the carriage with great agility.

Looking at the unfamiliar village entrance, she subconsciously glanced around.

At that moment, a man wearing a gray overcoat looked over from a distance.

Upon seeing Yang Xiaoman's appearance, he immediately showed disappointment.

With the intention of asking for directions, Yang Xiaoman took the initiative to step forward.

"Uncle, do you know where Ma Youtian's house is?"

The moment he finished speaking, the man in the gray coat froze, glanced at the somewhat unfamiliar Yang Xiaoman, and then frowned and asked:

"Whose daughter are you? I'm Ma Youtian, what do you want with me?"

With the opportune time for slaughtering the pig fast approaching, Yang the butcher, whom they had arranged to meet long ago, was nowhere to be seen, causing Yang's tone to unconsciously become filled with impatience.

If it weren't for Yang Xiaoman's young age, he probably wouldn't have bothered to even acknowledge her.

"Well……"

Yang Xiaoman was stunned by the other party's reply.

She only wanted to ask someone for directions, but she never expected to run into the host's family!

"Hello, Mr. Ma, my father is Yang Chengcai..."

Before she could finish speaking, Ma Youtian's eyes widened immediately. "You're Butcher Yang's daughter?"

"Where is your father? Why did you come alone? If you delay any longer, we'll miss the time to slaughter the pig!"

As he spoke, he stomped his foot hard, his voice filled with anxiety.

This oxcart has just passed by. If Butcher Yang were to take a second oxcart past Majia Village, he would probably have already missed the auspicious time he had chosen in advance!

Tomorrow is the day my son will be betrothed. If the pig-slaughtering ceremony goes badly today, the joyous occasion will be marred by bad luck.

"Uncle Ma, I'll take care of the pig slaughtering. I'll make sure it's on time."

Seeing the other party's reaction, Yang Xiaoman quickly explained.

What are you doing here?

Ma Youtian stared in astonishment at the little girl in front of him, who looked to be only seven or eight years old, as if he had misheard.

"My son is about to be betrothed, I'm not in the mood for jokes. Bring your father over right now!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoman shook her head helplessly.

"My father had an accident a few days ago, and he was buried on the mountain before dawn this morning."

"My mother was busy with her burial the other day and forgot to notify anyone. But don't worry, Uncle Ma, I learned a few skills from my father, so slaughtering pigs... I can handle that!"

"What?!" Ma Youtian was immediately shocked. "Something happened to Butcher Yang?!"

He automatically ignored Yang Xiaoman's last sentence.

He stood there dumbfounded.

All I could think about was how Butcher Yang was dead, and what would happen to his pigs.

It's no longer a matter of being late. If we can't slaughter the pig today, what will we bring as betrothal gifts to the woman's family tomorrow?!

Thinking of this, Ma Youtian really wanted to curse.

But as soon as his gaze fell upon Yang Xiaoman's youthful face, he forcibly swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Compared to them, the little girl in front of them seemed to be the most unfortunate. She lost her father at such a young age, and it was questionable whether she would even survive to adulthood.

After thinking for a moment, Ma Youtian closed his eyes in pain and waved his hand impatiently, saying:

"Forget it, this isn't your dad's fault. Just consider it my bad luck."

"The deposit was given to your father half a month ago. According to the rules, it should be refunded at three times the amount. But since you're so pitiful, just go back and have your mother come over to return the normal deposit."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

After finally arranging a marriage for her son, and with the betrothal day fast approaching, this troublesome matter has arisen.

Anyone in this situation would find it difficult to be in a good mood.

Could it be that even God is hinting to me that the marriage I finally arranged for my son is destined to be a bad one?

Alas, fate is cruel, such is destiny!

Thinking about it, Ma Youtian rubbed his sore face, then shook his head bitterly.

Swish!

Seeing that the other party ignored her, Yang Xiaoman didn't waste any words and tore off the strip of cloth covering the pig-slaughtering knife.

Then, gripping the hilt, and with a flick of the wrist, a faint "clang" sound emanated from the blade.

"Uncle Ma, even if you don't trust me, don't you trust my father?"

"Everyone says he was the most skilled butcher in the surrounding area. As his daughter, I would never intentionally tarnish his good reputation."

At this moment, Ma Youtian's gaze had already become somewhat dazed as she revealed the butcher knife.

In particular, the scene of flipping the blade was fully captured in his view.

hiss!

Ma Youtian gasped, staring incredulously at Chen Xiaoman in front of him.

He suddenly had a feeling that the seven-year-old blonde girl in front of him seemed to have a lot of confidence!

Are you kidding me?!

Shaking off the absurd thoughts in his mind, Ma Youtian was about to impatiently chase Chen Xiaoman away.

But the words, once on the tip of my tongue, unconsciously took on a different form:

"Fine, let's just try anything, even if it's a hopeless situation."

"Remember, I don't believe in you, little girl; I believe in your father, Butcher Yang's, abilities!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoman nodded with a smile and casually slung the butcher knife over her shoulder.

"Then I thank Uncle Ma on behalf of my father for his trust."

In any case, the host family at least agreed.

Next, she must seize this rare opportunity and make a name for herself!

Only then can a woman truly inherit her father's business and become a butcher recognized by the public.

Two figures, one tall and one short, walked from the village entrance into the village.

The image of Yang Xiaoman carrying a pig-slaughtering knife at such a young age quickly attracted the attention of many villagers in Majia Village.

Feeling the strange gazes directed at him, Ma Youtian, who was leading the way, was already filled with regret.

Was he just out of his mind?

Otherwise, why would they agree to such an absurd request?

If things go wrong, he might become the laughingstock of Majia Village.

After all, even in the most desperate situations, no one would believe that a seven-year-old girl could shoulder the heavy responsibility of slaughtering pigs.

Even if she is Yang the butcher's daughter!

Soon, Ma Youtian led Yang Xiaoman to a small courtyard.

On the door frame, there were two pairs of double happiness characters cut out in large red.

Wedding couplets were pasted on both sides of the courtyard gate. Peeking through the slightly ajar door, one could see all sorts of red paper window decorations pasted on the window paper.

A festive atmosphere greets the eye.

At this moment, Yang Xiaoman finally understood why Ma Youtian had been so anxious when he couldn't wait for his father to arrive at the village entrance.

Clearly, the host slaughtered the pig to present as a betrothal gift to the bride's family.

Auspicious occasions are associated with good timing, and naturally, the timing for slaughtering a pig must also be determined in advance. If the auspicious time is missed, it is obviously not a good omen.

Just as she was deep in thought, Ma Youtian stood in front of the courtyard gate with a conflicted expression.

After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and forcefully pushed open the courtyard gate.

boom!

"Stop what you're doing."

"The butcher has arrived!"