It was Song Sancheng who came out with some stuff and asked another question:
"Where's Old Qian, the one who castrated pigs back in early summer? Didn't he say to call him when the pigs are being butchered?"
Wu Lan hadn't spoken yet when the butcher laughed out loud: "Oh, no! Don't call Old Qian. He's fine at castrating pigs, but his butchering skills are just plain lousy!"
"A few years back when he was still butchering, he couldn't even kill a pig with one stab... I mean, it caused so much suffering to the pig! Talk about sinning!"
Song Sancheng: ...
Another person also laughed and patted his own round belly: "Just look at Old Qian's scrawny frame and you'll know his skills are no good—here in the countryside, butchering pigs means catching them first. He's so scrawny; how much strength could he have?"
"You end up torturing the pig while trying to catch it. And then the meat turns out bad... That's just unnecessary!"
