I couldn't take it anymore; when I went home for Chinese New Year, the family genealogy book ha

Jiang Chen found it somewhat amusing to look at his ever-changing expression.

"What's wrong, Uncle Big Mouth? Fifty pigs? It's just a piece of cake for your family's ancestral skills, isn't it?"

Wang Dagou, who was watching the commotion from the sidelines, came over and patted He Dazui's thick arm.

"That's right, Uncle Big Mouth! Who in our Qingshui Town doesn't know your name? Back in the day, your father was incredibly skilled with a butcher's knife; you've definitely surpassed him!"

Wang Dagou added cheekily, "With a physique like yours, I'd believe you could kill a cow with one punch, let alone slaughter a pig!"

He Da Zui's lips trembled, and he raised his large, fan-like hand, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

The more anxious he became, the uglier his face looked.

The surrounding villagers also noticed that something was wrong.

"What's wrong with Big Mouth? Is he too excited to speak?"

"Bullshit! I think he's just scared!"

"Huh? He's just a butcher, why would he be afraid of pigs?"

The murmurs weren't loud, but they reached He Dazui's ears clearly.

Large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead as he finally managed to stammer out a sentence.

"Chen...Brother Chen...this...this job, I...I can't do it!"

The voice was soft, but trembled with tears.

The entire room fell silent instantly.

Everyone was looking at He Dazui as if he were an alien.

A man who was 1.9 meters tall and as strong as a black iron tower.

A man whose name is "Descendant of the Pig Slaughterer".

He said he couldn't do the work of slaughtering pigs?

Wang Dagou was the first to burst out laughing.

"Uncle Big Mouth, are you kidding me? Your name has 'mouth' in it, it's for you to eat meat, not for you to be scared."

No, that's not it!

He Dazui was so anxious he was almost crying. He slapped his thigh hard with his large hand, then raised it to wipe his eyes.

His movements, combined with his burly physique, were undeniably comical.

"I...I'm squeamish about blood!"

He shouted with all his might.

"I get weak in the knees just seeing a live chicken being slaughtered, let alone killing... killing that 300-pound fat pig! I'd faint on the spot!"

"puff--"

"Hahahaha!"

The crowd was dead silent for a second, then erupted into a deafening roar of laughter.

The laughter almost shook the leaves off the old locust tree by the square.

Song Daming sat on a small stool not far away, slapping his thigh with joy, almost knocking over his thermos.

"I knew it! Big Mouth, you're just a pretty face!"

Song Daming stood up, pointed at He Dazui, and shouted at the people around him.

"You guys don't know, do you? His father passed on the craft to him because he had no choice; he was the only son in the family. Every time a pig was slaughtered, his wife would sharpen the knife, bleed the pig, and gut it! And him? He was just responsible for shouting a few times, striking a pose, and then cutting the pork up and selling it!"

"So that's how it is!"

"No wonder! Big Mouth's wife is so quick and efficient; she's the real master!"

"Big Mouth, you've been pretending your whole life!"

When He Dazui's secrets were exposed, his face turned as red as an eggplant, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into on the spot.

He glared at Song Daming with shame and indignation, then looked pitifully at Jiang Chen.

"Brother Chen, I... I'm good at cutting meat, really, my knife skills are the best in the whole town! But killing live animals... I'm really no good. Fifty pigs, the blood flowing like a river, I'd die on the spot if I saw that."

He waved his hands repeatedly, shaking his head like a rattle drum.

Jiang Chen was also amused; he hadn't expected this turn of events.

A pig butcher who faints at the sight of blood—this is truly a strange tale in Qingshui Town.

However, he quickly stopped smiling.

He stroked his chin and looked around at the villagers below who were laughing so hard they were doubled over.

"Stop laughing, everyone!"

Jiang Chen's voice carried throughout the square through the loudspeaker, and the laughter gradually subsided.

"This pig-slaughtering feast is a joyous occasion for our Jiangjia Village. The first cut must be made by someone from our own village for it to be considered auspicious and celebratory. This is a tradition passed down from our ancestors, and it cannot be broken!"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the eager young men in the crowd.

"Since Uncle Big Mouth is unavailable, this job can't be left to just one person."

Jiang Chen's lips curled into a playful smile.

He jumped onto the nearby platform, picked up a megaphone, and raised his voice towards the hundreds of people below.

"I hereby declare!"

"Since Uncle Big Mouth can't be the commander-in-chief, let's hold a village-wide pig-slaughtering competition!"

"It's not about who kills faster, it's about who's stronger!"

"Whoever can single-handedly pin a 300-pound fat pig to the ground within thirty seconds wins!"

These words immediately caused an uproar.

"Taking on a 300-pound pig by himself? That thing goes berserk like a mini tank!"

"Thirty seconds? That's too difficult!"

Jiang Chen smiled slightly as he observed the reactions of the crowd, and then dropped the final bombshell.

"The winner will receive—"

He drawled out his words, whetting everyone's appetite.

"We're giving away a brand-new, high-horsepower Dongfanghong tractor! Worth 80,000 yuan!"

"boom--!"

The crowd went completely mad.

Those young men who were just laughing at He Dazui now had their eyes gleaming with greed.

A tractor worth 80,000 yuan!

That's a precious tool for farmers to eat!

With that thing, clearing wasteland, plowing, and transportation are equivalent to ten strong laborers!

"Holy shit! A tractor!"

"Let's do it! It's just a pig, right? I'll fight it to the death today!"

"Don't try to take it from me! That tractor is mine!"

The able-bodied young men in the village, especially the security team and the strong men on the construction site, began to take off their coats, stretch their wrists and ankles, and look at the grunting fat pigs in the pigpen next to them with eyes like wolves seeing sheep.

He Dazui stared blankly at the scene, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked enviously at the young people who were eager to try their skills.