Siheyuan: I am a big capitalist after the founding of the People's Republic of China

Sijiucheng, the junction of urban and rural areas. A slaughterhouse not far from the urban area.

Li Zihang was holding a butcher knife and listening to the explanation of the master craftsman next to him.

"Boy, when you kill a pig, remember to be quick, accurate and ruthless. Don't shake your hands. Aim for the pig's neck and stab it with your knife."

"This way, the pig will struggle for a while at most. Once the blood runs out, it will stop moving."

"If we don't use our hands enough and fail to hit the right spot, the pig will feel pain. Let alone us, even if two more people come, we won't be able to hold it down."

Li Zihang watched the black pig struggling non-stop with its four hooves tied up and held down on the bed by several people.

For a moment, I didn't know where to start the cut.

The old master looked at him and walked up to him.

Hold his knife hand.

He stabbed the black pig's neck quickly and hard.

The black pig screamed a few times, struggled for a while and then became motionless.

When the pigs here stop moving, they are carried into a large basin of hot water.

A few old butchers nearby were laughingly discussing how Li Zihang, a delicate-skinned and tender-fleshed man, could come to work as a butcher.

Before Li Zihang could recover, a pig to be slaughtered was carried over from the other side.

With his experience, he took a deep breath, walked to the bed, and took the bloody butcher knife.

He stabbed the pig's aorta skillfully.

This pig is just like that pig. After struggling for a while, there is no movement.

After slaughtering two pigs in succession, the slaughterhouse's task for today was completed.

The next step is to cut open the belly and remove the internal organs.

A few people over there carried the plucked pig to one side.

Just waiting for Li Zihang to do the next work.

It’s still the same as always, the master leads you to the door, but it’s up to you to practice.

After the master demonstrated it himself, the rest was up to him.

Li Zihang endured the discomfort and cut open the stomach. Every time the internal organs were taken out, he held his breath.

At first, he smelled the stench of internal organs and almost vomited.

Listen to the old master and try slowly without holding your breath.

Just get used to the smell. Feeling the still warm internal organs, his hands trembled as he sorted them out.

The old man and Ju Ye, hiding in the corner, watched Li Zihang's every move as he slaughtered the pig.

His expression also changed as Li Zihang slaughtered the pig.

He went from trembling at first, to trying hard to hold back the urge to vomit, to actually removing the internal organs.

Only at the end did a smile appear on the old man’s face.

At the corner of the straw hut, the old man said to Ju Ye.

"Come on, brothers, let's wait to eat pig offal tonight."

The clouds in the sky are drifting in the wind.

From sunrise to sunset.

Workers who are tired after a day's work take advantage of the time on their way home from get off work to enjoy this moment of peace that belongs only to them.

As a member of the slaughterhouse, Li Zihang naturally enjoyed the unspoken rules of the slaughterhouse, pulling and tying the pig intestines with straw ropes.

Every industry has its unspoken rules. This has been the case since ancient times, ever since humans developed a sense of right and wrong.

Don't pretend to be noble when it comes to the industry's unspoken rules.

In an industry or a group, everyone silently abides by an unspoken rule, and you will be punished if you try to be noble.

That will only make you unhappy. In the end, everyone will exclude you.

Li Zihang had understood these principles in his previous life, so naturally he would not dislike pig offal.

Riding a bicycle home.

At the Li Mansion, Li Zihang handed the pig intestines to Aunt Qian.

I hurried back to the room, just thinking about changing clothes and taking a shower to get rid of the smell on my body.

His whole body smelled like pig, mixed with the smell of blood.

That smell is really bad.

In a flash, several weeks passed.

On Saturday evening, Li Zihang followed his usual routine, carrying the pig to the water and riding his bike home.

On the way back, I met Shazhu, who was riding a bicycle with a lunch box hanging on the handlebars.

Two people riding side by side and chatting

"Brother Zhuzi, are you off work so early today?"

"Don't you usually get off work at 8 o'clock?"

Sha Zhu watched the pig on Li Zihang's handlebars go into the water.

Said happily.

"Hey~ Young Master, you are still doing the work of a butcher. What do you think the old man thinks?"

"Actually, I asked you to do that kind of work. You are such a slut."

Li Zihang rolled his eyes at him.

Talking.

"Shao Pin. If you have the guts, say this in front of my grandfather."

Sha Zhu gave a smiling face and then stopped talking.

"Brother Zhuzi, you didn't make a mistake at work again. Were you sent back?"

The two of them rode side by side, ringing the bell from time to time to remind pedestrians on the road to give way.

When Shazhu heard this, he suddenly became very angry.

"Hey, young master, don't look down on me. Man, things are different from before."

"I am now the chef on duty at my workplace, and I manage a group of people!"

Li Zihang was a little confused. He was at most a third-class cook in the company before and there was no way he could get the position of a chef on duty.

"Duty chef? You?"

Sha Zhu listened to his questioning tone.

He said it proudly.

"Yes, I have made it big now. And I quit my job at the guesthouse."

"I am now the chef of the reception hall in the steel rolling mill."

"Everyone in the factory, from top to bottom, who has eaten the food I cooked, gives me a thumbs up and calls me chef."

Li Zihang was so surprised when he heard the name of the steel mill that he immediately stepped on the brakes.

It didn't matter that I braked, but the pig intestine, due to inertia, almost hit an old man next to it.

"Kid, be more careful when riding a bike. You almost made me stink of pig viscera."

Li Zihang quickly raised his hand to apologize.

It seemed that Shazhu didn’t even notice that he had parked the car.

He was still in front, riding his bike and proudly talking about his glory in the factory.

Li Zihang sat on the car seat and looked up at the sky.

I was thinking to myself, could it be that this world can really fix the plot on its own?

Wen San is like this, and so is Sha Zhu.

Even though he has intervened to this extent, he can still follow the original route.

Li Zihang shook his head and sped up his bike to chase after Sha Zhu.

Li family.

As soon as Li Zihang walked in, everything was still the same.

Aunt Qian took the pig offal and went to the kitchen.

Skillfully divide a pig heart and half a pig intestine into three parts.

Talking while cleaning.

"Young Master, you don't need to send Tieniu's share of offal. He has gone to his mother's place with his wife and children."

"How do you deal with the extra sewage?"

Li Zihang was washing his hands in the kitchen. When he heard Aunt Qian's question, he answered without thinking.

"Why don't you wash it and take an extra portion. Take it back for your family to eat."

Nowadays, it is impossible for ordinary people to eat enough meat.

With the limited amount of meat coupons each month, let alone pork offal.

If someone sees a dead sparrow on the street, they will pick it up and stew it at home.

When Aunt Qian heard this, she smiled even more.

Although she never lacked meat in the Li family, no one in the family would not be delighted when seeing meat.

She was considered well-off, as a former servant of the Li family. From time to time, the Li family would send her some gifts to take back.

Let her family also benefit from it.

Since Li Zihang became a butcher, he would share some offal every time he came back. At first, the family members would try it for fun.

But later, I brought it back more and more often, and my family members no longer liked to eat it.

So share it with others.

Once, Dasha took pig offal to feed the leopard cat and small dog in the backyard. When his grandmother saw it, she gave him a good beating.

From then on, no one in the family would take the pigs to the water to feed the pets.

In my grandma's words.

"You feed dogs food that people cannot even eat. Aren't you afraid of retribution?"

As a century-old family, the Li family has very strict family rules.

Life is full of rules at all times.

Situations like those in movies and TV dramas, where big families are arrogant, domineering, and full of pampered young men, would never appear in the Li family.

Such a family has long disappeared in the long river of history.

My grandparents’ generation was born in turbulent times and grew up in war.

What kind of human tragedy have I not seen?

In years of great disasters, cannibalism is not uncommon.

So no matter how wealthy the Li family was, the elders would never let them waste food, let alone feed the dogs with meat.

To use the old man's words.

You can be extravagant, but you can't waste things.

You can act cool, but you can’t use your power to bully others.

When you go out, be polite first.

When meeting people or encountering situations, be courteous.

Not to mention, the training of the next clan leader.

The kind of noble family children who offend others easily, only have one family, not many people, or are not able to inherit the family business. And they are loved by the previous generation. That is why they go out and act arrogantly.

So in ancient times, why did those aristocratic families look down on the emerging families?

Family education is completely on a different level.

Li Zihang, as the only heir.

Even so, the old man still trained him to death.

Just last time at the auction house, the old man saw that he lacked courage and was too kind.

Only then would he be arranged to be a butcher and slaughter animals and see blood.

At this time, Aunt Qian was cleaning the pig intestines.

While chatting with Li Zihang.

"Young Master, you asked me to deliver the clothes to the backyard next door. I delivered them a few days ago."

After washing his hands, Li Zihang took a towel and said while wiping his hands.

"I saw it, but the clothes my brother and I wore were a little too big for them. Why didn't you alter them before sending them over?"

After saying that, he put down the towel, took out the chilled sour plum soup from the refrigerator, and poured a cup.

Aunt Qian: "My dear little master, it's not that I don't want to modify it. Nowadays, every child's clothes are made one size bigger."

"Children grow very fast, and the clothes are just right for them. They become smaller in less than half a year."

"Who in an ordinary family has the spare money to make a few pieces of clothing for their children every year?"

"If you buy a larger size, you can wear it for two more years, and when the clothes get smaller, you can wear it for the smaller size below."

"Besides, the clothes you and the Second Young Master wear are made of top-quality materials. They won't get torn even after being worn for years. Who would be willing to cut them?"

"Also, you know, making a set of clothes outside now, not to mention the money, the cloth coupons are a headache."

Li Zihang gulped down the sour plum soup in the cup.

He breathed a sigh of relief, put down the cup and said.

"By the way, there are still some small clothes in Yu Shui that have nowhere to be put. Tomorrow, please take any that you like home and let the children wear them."

"Give the rest to the little girl in the yard next door."

Aunt Qian said with a happy face.

"I thank you on behalf of my children."

Li Zihang smelled the odor on his body. After saying a few words to the guest, he left the kitchen and went back to his room to take a shower and change clothes...