C6 A Pig Craftsman

What was a Gu Nanny?

My home's Jinping is located at the gate of the Hundred Thousand Mountain Range, at the western border of Xiangxi Province, where the minority of the minority gather. There are many legends regarding the witch Gu s, such as Gu poison, Falling Flower Cave Maiden, and Mountain Elf.

Among them, the one with the most knowledge was Goddess, the one who was raised in Miao Village and had the ability to cure the Gu diseases.

Of course, Goddess was Goddess, Gu nanny was a Gu nanny, the legendary Gu nanny was something that everyone feared and hated, something that could be used to harm people after refining.

From the mouth of the old man, the rumors of the Gu poison were marvelous. However, from my point of view, there might be some basis for using it as poison.

Those are all legends. I've been out in the world for many years, and the more I've seen, the more I can't believe it.

It doesn't matter if I don't believe it or not. Squatting here at this very moment, long snake are squirming everywhere, I don't have any other choice.

I don't want to die.

When the big woman had left, the young man next to me, seeing that I hadn't eaten any porridge, asked me what was the matter. I didn't tell him that there were bugs in the porridge, so I told him I wasn't hungry.

I hesitated, but at the urging of the other party, I handed it to him.

The young man took the bowl and gulped the porridge down in twos and threes. He licked the bowl clean before returning it to me.

I'm a little sick.

Logically speaking, even if a person came from a rich and powerful family, they would absolutely not be like this.

What on earth made him so self-conscious?

I thought about drugs.

Those who were addicted to drugs didn't even care about their lives, much less their pride. All they cared about was taking a puff.

The situation was very similar to what it was now.

Could it be that the worms in the porridge had caused him to become the main culprit?

For the next two days, I still didn't eat a single mouthful of porridge. I gave it all to the young man, who was so grateful for my care that he said he would take me to the best Michelin restaurant in Macau for a big meal if there was a chance in the future.

As I spoke, my stomach rumbled and he, in a state of extreme exhaustion, fell asleep once more.

I didn't eat or drink for three days, but I was on the verge of collapsing. There were several times when I reached the edge of the rice bowl.

I would rather starve to death than die of worms.

Two days ago, when I saw the wooden fence and the long snake on the wall, I was still trembling in fear. However, when I panicked due to the hunger, I couldn't help but feel the urge to swallow my saliva.

When night came, I finally made my move. With hunger mixed in with thirst, I pulled down a long snake as thick as a wrist and casually used a stone to smash this snake's head into pieces.

These few simple movements have already been simulated over a hundred times in my mind.

The power of hunger was simply powerful and maddening.

After killing the snake, I didn't even care about the smell as I directly put the broken wound into my mouth and sucked in a mouthful of the cold snake's blood. When the smell of blood filled the tip of my nose, I, who was on the verge of going limp, finally recovered.

After that, I chewed it alive, ate most of it, and hid the rest under the moldy straw.

Because it was late at night and everyone was asleep, almost no one paid any attention to me.

He could only use the number of times he delivered food to calculate how long it would take him to stay in the dark underground cellar. About the third day, a new guy with strong limbs came to them and dragged them in.

Unlike my dead dog appearance, when that person came in, he caused a huge ruckus, causing the entire cellar to fall apart.

There were several people who dragged him in, and I saw the sharp-mouthed woman and the middle-aged mute who usually brought us food, and two others, all women and generally beautiful.

Although it's not as good as the nine-cent girls who brought me in, they all look very pleasing to the eyes.

Under the control of a few women, this stout man had no way out. In the end, he was knocked on the back of his head and fainted without a sound.

He was placed next door to me on my right.

I sensed that he was clearly different from us. Not only was he making a ruckus when he came in, but there were other reasons as well.

Sure enough, after those people left, he woke up not long after.

After waking up, he made a ruckus for at least an hour. When his mouth was dry, he stopped and looked around. At this moment, I finally understood why I felt that he was a little different.

In the darkness, the man's eyes seemed to glow.

Not light, of course, but something a little brighter than black, and when he looked at me it seemed to me that he could make out things in the dark.

I looked into the man's eyes for a moment, and suddenly he asked me for something to eat.

I didn't want to admit it at first, but instead he asked me to give him the snake meat I'd hidden under the straw.

I hid it well but it was revealed by him. After hesitating for a moment, I decided to hand over the half piece of snake meat and throw it to him.

The man took it, sniffed it, and began to chew it.

He ate quickly and finished it in no time. In the end, he licked his finger and burped, saying that he hadn't eaten in a long time.

After saying that, he looked at me and said with a smile, "You're not bad, kid. They only know how to drink that wormwood porridge. Only you know how to catch the surrounding snakes to eat. However, these snakes are the most venomous type of irons. They would die with a single bite. How did you do that? "

As soon as I heard the man's words, I knew that he must be some kind of insider, and I wanted to be friends with him.

I spoke to him ingratiatingly. Suddenly, I asked, "Big brother, do you know why they brought us here?"

The man was licking his fingers in the dark. "You don't know?" he asked, surprised.

I bitterly smiled. "I was dizzy. I woke up and I was here. How would I know?"

The man seemed to look around. After a while, he said slowly, "There are more than ten people locked up here, all of them sleeping like pigs. You are the only one who is awake. However, since we are here, I am afraid that we will not be able to get out. However, if you do not wish to become a wronged person, I can tell you about it. "

Then he told me the reason for the place.

The man's name was Zhu Bingwen, he was one of the people from around here. He used to be a pig maker who walked the streets, specifically cutting that thing for male pigs, carrying a pig knife, carrying a pick, walking around the countryside and eating at home.

The farmers gradually stopped raising pigs and went out to work to earn money. The pig farm, on the other hand, found Lao Zhu to be unscientific.

Lao Zhu didn't have any other skills, and since he didn't want to work so hard in the field, he was in dire straits.

He knew that one day, he had met a distant cousin.

This cousin of his, Zhu Bingyi, was a formidable person. He had heard that there were several suites in the county that could drive four circles, and it was said that they were worth five or six hundred thousand yuan.

Cousin Zhu Bingyi, after thinking over it over and over again, decided to accept the destitute him. However, what this pig smith never thought of was that his cousin's livelihood was actually a chicken's head.

What is a chicken head?

To put it simply, it was a pimp. Zhu Bingyi's business life was to coax nearby girls, get them pregnant, then get them in the house and wait on them. After giving birth, he would take them out to sell.

He didn't only have one 'wife'. When Lao Zhu met him, Xiao Zhu had seven 'wives', six of which were taken out to be sold and one of which was left at home to take care of children.

Based on this, a few years ago, Zhu Bingyi was already a millionaire.