The chicken shop on the east side of the vegetable market is booming. People passing by can hear the screams of chickens. The owner of the chicken shop is a middle-aged man with two children. He runs the chicken shop with his wife and sells it now. The business was really busy and there was no time to take care of the children. Only when the customers were gone in the evening, they took the two children back to their van and closed the door to work. After turning off the lights to sleep at night, he snored quickly.
The number of chicken coops in the backyard is declining, but it provides free space for the remaining roosters and hens. The sturdy iron cage makes it difficult for them to fly their wings. The chopping board with scars is their guillotine, the shopkeeper who performs the knife is the executioner, and their burial place is sharp teeth and full stomach.
At the first rooster crow in the morning, the shopkeeper took his wife and children on the road. The trunk of the van was stuffed with yelling chickens. As soon as the car stopped, the two children opened the door and ran out of the car happily.
The proprietress slung the wallet across her waist and got out of the car. The roll-up anti-theft door of the chicken shop was pushed up by the proprietress amidst the cheers of the children. The box opened, and he reached out to grab the chicken with all the hind legs tied together, slammed the car door tightly, locked the car, and walked towards the store. Various shops in the surrounding area also opened their doors one after another and set up stalls to greet customers with their goods on the stalls, hoping to make money.
The statue of the God of Wealth is placed in the house facing the chicken coop at the door. The shopkeeper connected the three-pillar incense mouth and muttered words, and knocked his head three times, praying for business prosperity. The proprietress is accustomed to, she just brushes her knife and prepares the fire to boil the water, soliciting customers to bargain, while the two children are having fun, only the groaning eyebrows in the chicken coop.
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The customer came to welcome the lady boss with a smile, “I want this one!” The lady boss immediately grabbed a red-crowned rooster in her hand, ignoring the hoarse cock Weeping, the shopkeeper quickly took the chicken with his left hand and took the knife with his right hand. With a touch on the neck, he pulled the chicken head straight down, and there was no movement in the chicken mouth. I saw a pillar of blood from the cut chicken neck. Steaming steam dripped into the snow-white bowl.
When the chicken’s blood was drained, the cock was already trembling with cramps all over, and before it died completely, he threw it into the iron bucket of the epilator and stirred it quickly in boiling water. Jumping up and down in the hot boiling water, flapping wings for the final struggle, the head, chest, abdomen, feet, spleen and stomach, and liver were subjected to instant scalding, finally struggling to the exit of the iron bucket, but was ruthlessly pounded into the boiling water again Continue to spin and remove hair quickly, until the hair is completely removed! This process makes others see that the whole body is hairy. If it is not a chicken that is trapped in the boiling water, but your own flesh and blood, would you still be so cruel and ruthless?
In the evening, the lady boss patted the bulging wallet and cleaned the chicken feathers all over the floor. The shopkeeper counted the remaining work.Chickens and tie their feet together. Opened the trunk of the van and threw them in. The wife of the proprietress took the two tired children into the car and closed the door to sit down. The proprietor lifted his heel and used a hook to pull down the shutter door and lock it tightly. Back to the car, fasten the seat belt, and start the car toward the place where the sun sets.
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At the dinner table after nightfall, the two children went to bed early and had a full meal. The proprietress had a special meal today and filled the remaining rice in the pot. Hubby’s bowl. After eating and drinking, I didn’t bother to clean up the dishes. The shop owner rubbed his bulging belly and touched the book. He leaned on the sofa and raised Erlang’s legs to study how courage was developed. The lady boss had to just clean up the dishes and even the table. Without rubbing it, he fiddled with the red, green and green banknotes in his wallet. The shop owner squinted his eyes and smiled contentedly before continuing his research.
“Hey? I said! Today’s profit is a little bit less than yesterday!” “What?” The shop owner finally put his secrets of survival aside for the time being, three steps and one step He came quickly, “Look! I’ll count them next time! One sheet and two…!” “It’s really missing!” The shop owner hurriedly put on his coat and took the night light and walked towards the door. Knowing, quickly put on a cotton jacket and followed, “Shhh…be lighter, don’t wake up the children!” The shop owner gently opened the door, and the wife closed the door gently, and the two of them faced each other one after the other. Walk quickly in the direction of the chicken coop.
The backyard was shrouded in the dark night and it was terribly quiet, “Husband, or let’s go back first! Let’s get up early tomorrow morning!” “What are you afraid of! You have to study hard too!” How did you get that guts!” “I don’t kill chickens, why do you let me see that?” “Look at the way you tremble every time, if it wasn’t for me to pick up the chicken, you have to let it The chicken ran away!”