Reborn Global Godfather

Mr. Han speaks straightforwardly and with a temperament.

Everyone laughed.

But what he said is also true.

While carrying pigs with Cui Dahai, Han Faming said in a cold voice: "You Song Sanxi can do it, right? My father has killed more cows than you have ever seen. You don't need a hammer to kill cows. What else do you use?"

Hit this kid, and he will feel better.

Song Sanxi smiled, "So, Mr. Han, don't get excited. I'm going to kill the cow right now."

After finishing speaking, he quickly removed the waist and beam meat of the two fat pigs.

Clap twice, throw it into the basin, and put it together with the lamb loin.

Knife, still so fast.

Cutting, still so precise.

Elder Cui and Elder Han looked at it, and they were quite convinced.

Cui Lao said: "Old squad leader, it seems that we killed the pigs in those years for nothing!"

Mr. Han nodded, "Yes, old man! The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and one wave is higher than the other. This little boy is an all-rounder! Come on, little boy, kill cows, I will study and learn, whether it is necessary or not." What a hammer, hehe..."

Song Sanxi smiled, walked over, and asked Cui Yongnian to give him a butcher's knife.

He picked it up and looked at it, "It's still a little blunt, it needs to be sharpened."

Cui Yongnian smiled and said: "Brother Sanxi, this has been sharpened to the sharpest point, don't you need to sharpen it?"

Han Faming sneered and said, "Nephew, don't worry about him, let him grind, let me see if he can kill a cow today."

Song Sanxi was also aware of Han's invention of this kind of virtue.

He didn't care about it, instead he smiled at the other party and immediately sharpened his knife.

People around here couldn't help paying attention.

While grinding, Song Sanxi said, "By the way, Brother Yongnian, find me a white cloth, a white washcloth is also fine."

Cui Yongnian was a little puzzled, but he went to prepare right away.

Han Faming smiled and said, "You boy, it's really interesting. What's the matter, why don't you still wear sackcloth and mourning?"

The onlookers laughed.

Mr. Han glared at his youngest son, "Turtle son, what are you talking about? A man in his teens, so he just talks like this? Is it because I didn't educate you well?"

Han Ming's face became hot and he felt a little uncomfortable.

Song Sanxi was secretly relieved that Mr. Han is a sensible person, and he is particular about it!

On the surface, he just smiled, "Uncle Han's words are really humorous."

Han Faming didn't bother to talk to him, took out his cigarette, and played a circle to cover up his embarrassment.

After finishing the cigarette, Mr. Han took the cigarette and exploded it again, "Invention, doesn't Xiao Song smoke? Did you forget?"

Han Mingfa did it on purpose, but said: "I really forgot, hehe..."

Then, he gave Song Sanxi a cigarette and went over.

Song Sanxi smoked a cigarette and quickly sharpened the knife.

He also pulled a hair of his own, touched it against the blade, and blew it.

The hair, under the eyes of everyone, was broken.

The audience was shocked.

This knife is too sharp!

I didn't expect that he could sharpen the knife to such an extent.

Cui Yongnian exclaimed, "My god, Brother Sanxi, you are too good at grinding, right?"

Song Sanxi raised the knife and blew on the edge, "Now, this is a good knife for cutting iron like mud. Come, give me the veil."

Cui Yongnian hurriedly handed him the white handkerchief he brought.

Song Sanxi took the handkerchief and walked towards the strong yellow ox tied up.

The audience, silence.

Just look at what new methods he has for killing cattle.

The two old men, of course, have an attitude of appreciation and knowledge.

I really like this young man.

Han Faming, with a cigarette in his mouth, clasped his hands in front of his chest, looking scrutinized.

Puppy, I just want to see if you can kill flowers?

Song Sanxi came to the scalper.

The cow automatically retreated a few steps, moved left and right, and struggled a few times uneasily.

The rope went through the nose, and it was tied tightly, and it couldn't do anything.

This kind of animal can sometimes feel the danger coming and get nervous.

Before butchering a pig, it was very noisy, which made it feel uneasy.

Song Sanxi smiled, "All things have spirits, even cows are afraid of death, but without you, we can't do the New Year's Eve dinner."

Everyone listened, understood, and couldn't help laughing.

Afterwards, Song Sanxi was not in a hurry to act.

He put the handkerchief on the scalper's back and smoked like a science popularizer.

"Our habit here is to kill cows with a hammer, smash their foreheads, and then let the blood out after knocking them unconscious."

"However, when you encounter this kind of cattle, they are raised, strong and healthy, and have strong vitality. It is not a one-hammer deal. It may take several hammers to knock them unconscious."

"Cows are in pain, and people are also in pain. In severe pain, if the cow breaks free, it will be a little trouble. It's even worse if it hurts people after the Chinese New Year."

"When a cow is in pain, the glands in the body will produce stress hormones, which will affect the quality of the meat, and the taste will not be perfect."

These words make sense.

The two elders and many people nodded silently.

Han Faming sneered and said, "Xiao Song, you have said so much, what is the killing method? Could it be that you can still let the cow die happily?"

Everyone laughed again.

Song Sanxi dropped the cigarette butt, "Well, probably about the same."

Han Faming: "..."

Speechless.

Everyone, having their appetite whetted, paid more attention.

The audience was almost silent.

Song Sanxi said: "Brother Yongnian, bring a clean bucket and prepare to catch the cow's blood, this is a good dish."

Without further ado, Cui Yongnian brought a clean bucket over.

Song Sanxi held a butcher's knife in his mouth.

He has a handsome face, a free and easy style, and is cool.

Many people secretly praised it.

He picked up the veil and slowly shook it in front of the bull's eye.

The other hand gently rubbed the back and tripe of the cow.

That method is very elegant.

Han Ming smiled, "I said, you boy, are you still doing health care for the cows?"

The audience laughed.

Mr. Han frowned and stared at his son, "If you don't speak, no one will treat you as dumb!"

Han Ming immediately shut up, with a serious face.

In my heart, I laughed coldly.Song Sanxi, you son of a bitch, a lunatic!

How could anyone do this before killing a cow?

However, Song Sanxi was shaking the handkerchief, massaging, and talking, very serious, with a nice voice.

"Bull, don't blame humans."

"It's time to hit the road, be quiet."

"The society is better, you don't plow the fields anymore, you don't feel tired!"

"Eat good grass, grow good meat, your life is still quite leisurely..."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt at all..."

"..."

In the audience, many people secretly laughed.

Because, this is too much fun.

But the two old men, Cui Dahai, Cui Yongnian and many others, still saw the way.

Song Sanxi comforted him with a pleasant voice, and the scalpers became much, much quieter.

This is simply amazing!

After a while, Song Sanxi's handkerchief covered the cow's face.

Thoroughly, covering the scalper's eyes.

The scalper stood there motionless.

At that moment, the knife Song Sanxi was holding fell into his hand.

The knife flashed and disappeared.

When everyone looked at it, oh my god!

The scalper just shivered, and stood there, motionless.

And the sharp butcher's knife had been cut into the back of his head, right at the fossa of the spine, only the handle was exposed.

Song Sanxi, raised his hand.

The knife was pulled out.

Sharp and sharp.

Without a trace of blood.

Cow, standing, not moving.

There was no blood at the wound.

He swung his knife down and wiped the cow's throat in an instant.

Reach out, take the bucket, and put it down your throat.

Whoa!

Bull's blood gushes down and rushes into the bucket.

In the air, suddenly, there was a hot and bloody smell...