Chapter 197: Castration Process

Master Zhang was indeed an acquaintance from ten miles and eight villages. As soon as he got out of the car, even Seventh Uncle laughed:

"Pig castrator, you haven't lost your craft yet!"

"Oh my!" Master Zhang was also quite surprised: "Old Uncle Song, why are you here?"

Seventh Uncle pretended: "Oh my, I'm old and annoying, so I came back to cook for the children, hoping someone will support me in my old age."

It would be even more like it if he wasn't so proud when speaking.

Master Zhang hurriedly told Song Tan: "Girl, I don't want your money for this, just leave me a meal, let me taste Old Uncle Song's craft, it's been so many years since I've eaten it."

As soon as Seventh Uncle heard this, he wished his hair would shake! He was reserved now: "No need, no need, money should be collected, leaving a meal is a must."

In the village, leaving a meal is a basic operation.

Song Tan also laughed: "I originally planned to keep you."

However, it was almost noon, so she said: "Master Zhang, shall we do it now, or after lunch?"

Before Master Zhang could speak, Seventh Uncle spoke first: "Now, now! Castrating a pig, how much effort can it take? I plan to have a few drinks with him at noon."

Song Tan:...

It was really unfortunate for the little wild boar to meet Dawang. Not only would it have to offer its body at the end of the year, but it would also have to be sterilized without anesthesia now, and people didn't take it seriously!

She remembered when she was working, Huo Xueying's cat was sterilized, it had to be fasted and water-deprived for eight hours, respiratory anesthesia was used, and it was given anti-inflammatory injections! And ointment.

Because it was a male cat, it was cheaper, and it still cost 400!

And the little wild boar—

Let's not mention it.

Master Zhang nodded: "Okay, where is the pigpen? Get two strong people to help catch the little pig."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the plump Zhang Yanping.

Zhang Yanping was energized: Catching a pig, exciting!

He followed nimbly. Song Sancheng had brewed tea for people but hadn't had time to serve it, so he hurriedly followed.

After going out and around to the back mountain, Master Zhang was a bit envious: "Sigh, it's really good to build the pigpen here, it doesn't affect the village's image, and there's no smell."

What smell could there be? Zhang Wang's family on the mountain was simply too diligent, pulling a load of pig manure every day. That newly bought electric tricycle was used roundly and freely. In the shady part of the mountain, I don't know how much fertilizer was piled up.

And Zhang Wang's family was really very meticulous. They planted peach trees and watermelons on the mountain. The place wasn't big, so he moved all the manure piles to his own land next to it.

That land was full of wild kudzu roots that his family intentionally left to raise, and because of this, they accidentally buried a few kudzu vines.

In short, as soon as the piglets in the pigpen heard the human voice, they immediately squealed, which made Master Zhang look envious: "This pig is really strong!"

He couldn't help but ask her again: "When are you killing the pig? Are you selling it? I'll come to buy more when the time comes."

As fellow villagers, Song Tan wasn't unwilling to sell, it was just the price, ordinary people really couldn't afford it.

So she sighed: "I don't know how much will be left, these are all booked by people in advance, the price is high, and even what they eat every day is stipulated, so we only kept a little for ourselves."

What?

Master Zhang was surprised again: "This piglet is only this big and the meat is already booked?"

"Oh my, no wonder people say that people who study well are capable, and selling things is better than us."

That's right.

Zhang Yanping whispered behind:

Not only is selling better, but it's also expensive. Just this pork, he wouldn't believe it if it wasn't fifty a jin at the end of the year.

Of course, if the pork outside rises in price, it will definitely have to rise too.

Several people were discussing here, and Dawang poked its head out of the bushes, its small yellow hat particularly obvious. A pair of bean eyes cautiously sized up the crowd, looking not only not majestic, but also slightly sleazy.

Dawang seemed to have been raised cautiously in its former owner's home. Seeing a group of people coming, it didn't show its head easily, so as not to scare others.

But after a while, the grass swayed a few times, and it ran away silently again.

Song Tan took a look at it and found that it was heading towards the back mountain, knowing it was on patrol, so she didn't take it to heart.

And here, after everyone commented on these two black and three white domestic pigs, they finally set their sights on the little wild boar.

The little wild boar was unwillingly rooting around in the empty pig feed basin. Seeing people coming, it didn't need to be urged, and desperately clawed at people through the fence.

Master Zhang originally wanted to direct Song Sancheng and Zhang Yanping to go in and hold the pig, but before he could speak, he saw Song Tan jump in, and then with an arm around it, she scooped the little piglet into her armpit and jumped out again.

Smooth and silky, she looked very experienced...

Ahem.

In short, the little piglet was brought out, and Song Tan asked: "How to do it?"

Song Sancheng and Zhang Yanping hurriedly stepped forward, one catching the front hooves and one catching the back hooves: "Yanping, you must press it tight! Otherwise, if the pig runs away, there's no way!"

Usually, this work is done in the pigpen, just to prevent the pig from running away. But there are other pigs in the pigpen, so to prevent them from being affected, it's better to put it outside.

Zhang Yanping nodded solemnly, and then placed the little wild boar on its back on the ground.

The little wild boar seemed to have a bad premonition, and at this moment it struggled and squealed desperately, its voice particularly miserable.

Song Tan stood by, watching Master Zhang take a blade out of his bag.

A real blade.

It was the kind of blade from the old-fashioned razor her dad and grandpa used, vaguely remembering that a whole box could be bought for two yuan...

Then he took out a plastic bottle, poured out an alcohol cotton ball from it, and wiped the pig's balls.

The coolness of the alcohol made the little wild boar scream even more miserably, but it was really too small, even if it had strength, two big men pressed it down and it couldn't struggle!

Song Sancheng laughed: "You're getting particular, I remember when I invited you to my house many years ago, you just held the pig down and did it."

Master Zhang smiled: "The conditions were simple before, now this stuff isn't expensive, I just went to the pharmacy this morning to buy it, two yuan a bottle, and there's an iodophor cotton ball too."

"You can take it home and use it after you're done."

He picked up the blade, and just as he was about to make a move, Song Tan's eyebrows jumped, and she hurriedly reached out and touched the little wild boar's head.

Wisps of spiritual energy seeped in, and the little pig, which was still afraid and struggling, instantly became dizzy, its two eyes squinting, and its whole pig face actually showed a sense of peace and happiness.

Just at this moment, Master Zhang's hand moved like lightning! He quickly made a bloody mark on the left and right balls.

Years of craft hadn't been thrown away, he threw the blade, pinched the balls with his thumb and index finger, and then squeezed hard—

"Biu."

The two round little things inside were squeezed out directly. ===== CHAPTER 198 =====