, it’s better with wine than pure meat. Not boring yet. Someone said: Indeed, the smallest pig head weighs 18 pounds, which is enough for a family to eat. At this time Zhu Laosan spoke: What are you talking about? A family meal? I haven’t come across anything edible, and there’s not enough to eat for one person!
Everyone was happy to hear it. Said: Zhu Laosan, I really have you! Then you have to grow a cow’s belly!
Zhu Laosan's face turned red and he argued: Speaking of people, what's the point of pulling on the cow's belly? Why are you treating people if they really can eat it?
The guys laughed at him again: Hey, you Zhu Laosan, are you bragging about not paying taxes? You go find such a person, if he can eat it, we will treat him!
Is it serious or just nonsense? Zhu Laosan asked back.
Of course it’s true! Everyone also said in unison.
Without regrets? Zhu Laosan glanced at the neighbors!
Going back on your word is not about peeing standing up! The villagers said again.
Well, I can eat it in one meal. Can you pay for it now? Zhu Laosan said!
Hi! Zhu Laosan, let’s start with the ugly words. First, if you want to eat, you must finish it within an hour. Second, if you can’t finish your meal within an hour, you’ll pay for it. Third, it has nothing to do with us if you have to hold on to the three long and two short sides.
Zhu Laosan said: Yes! One word is the final word, and the written evidence is the evidence.
Things have reached this point, and there is no turning back. Everyone got pens and paper from the accountant of the production team, signed a document, and a huge gamble began.
The pig head is cooked and stewed in the large pot of the production team breeder. There are many basins. Under the supervision of a group of villagers, Zhu Laosan began to eat heavily. At first he didn't care, he ate with gusto and his mouth was full of flavor. Gradually, his speed became slower and slower, often stopping and trying to take a few more bites. His face was a little shiny at first, but then it became darker and darker. Fortunately, when he struggled to eat the last bite of meat, the alarm clock on the table still had 7 minutes left.
He wanted to stand up, but his legs seemed to be unable to control themselves. He stood up several times and felt nauseated and almost vomited out the meat. Fortunately, he has five sons, some of whom rub his belly, and some of whom pinch his legs and shoulders. After a while, I helped him get up slowly and moved out of the feeding place step by step.
The sons took turns carrying him around the village! Walked for a whole night. Only then did Zhu Laosan regain his composure. After drinking a large bowl of hot water, he ran to the toilet twice and saved his life.
After that, Zhu Laosan felt nauseated when he smelled the smell of pork, and also suffered from stomach pain . He never ate another bite of pork until his death.
