CH 11.1

At night, Zhang Fangyuan ate dinner. Although he ate dinner early, it was approaching midwinter, the days were short and the nights were long, and it was getting dark earlier.

He came out of the fourth uncle's house, and within a few steps, he heard a rustling sound, like snow particles. The little snowball bounced from his shoulders to the ground, and he shrank his shoulders involuntarily. He squinted and saw a warm yellow light shining from the window of Xu's house in the distance, and felt a little warm in his heart.

Within two days, the villagers discovered that Zhang Fangyuan had become elusive again, and the gate of the courtyard was often closed tightly, and they didn't know where he had gone.

He was humane, most likely because the courtship failed, and it was really shameless to walk around in the village. Some also said that he was stimulated and went to the city to fool around again. In short, there were different opinions, and no one knew what the butcher was doing.

It was not very useful to control him, it was nothing more than slaughtering domestic animals, but after the things like Guang's family happened, who would pay attention to him, even if they went to other places to hire butchers, they didn't want to associate with him.

Little did they know that Zhang Fangyuan had already been walking among the fields in the outer village with a set of pig slaughtering tools on his back.