The villagers who couldn't bear to watch this scene all closed their eyes, waiting to see the sight after the pig was dead and gutted.
Who would have thought, Zhang Laosan had no experience in slaughtering pigs.
The pig struggled and screamed, and as the blood flowed, suddenly it began to decrease.
Moreover, its strength was so great that it seemed it was about to break free from the rope.
"Zhang Laosan, your technique isn't working! One stab won't kill it!"
"The screaming is too miserable, I can't bear to listen!"
Zhang Laosan also panicked, covered in blood himself, but the pig wasn't dead.
Ning Chenguang felt deeply uncomfortable watching this scene; eating pork on regular days is one thing, watching a pig being slaughtered is another.
He wasn't scared at all, his courage had long been trained by his mother, An Hao.
