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A sense of satisfaction surged within him. Even though the current quantity was limited, as long as there was a need, he could easily increase their numbers with the power of crops.
Thus, Yun Xiao Yi gathered all the villagers of Zhao Jia Village, for he had one last thing that needed to be verified through slaughter. Since arriving in this place not long ago, Yun Xiao Yi had discovered that monsters or animals dropped related items upon defeat. However, he had yet to clarify what exactly happened when ordinary people killed these creatures. Would they receive meat cuts like he did? Or would there be a completely different reaction?
"Does anyone among you understand?" Yun Xiao Yi asked, facing the crowd.
Ordinary slaughter might be something anyone could manage; one only needed to poke a few times. However, if done carelessly, not only would it result in a bloody scene, but cleaning up afterward would also be a hassle. Therefore, the best option would be to find someone experienced who could complete the task cleanly without splattering blood everywhere.
Yet, his words left most villagers exchanging silent glances. After all, they were confident when it came to farming and cultivation, but when it came to slaughtering livestock, hardly anyone dared to claim proficiency.
At that moment, a skinny villager took a deep breath and stepped forward. "Lord of the Deities, I can slaughter pigs."
Yun Xiao Yi was somewhat surprised. "You can?"
Before the villager could respond, Zhao An explained for him: "Zhao Lin's father was the best butcher in our village. Unfortunately, he passed away seven years ago."
Upon hearing this, Yun Xiao Yi gently patted Zhao Lin on the shoulder as a gesture of encouragement. "Alright, since you know how to slaughter pigs, come with me. Do you need my help?"
Zhao Lin answered honestly, "Lord of the Deities, although I learned quite a bit from my father when I was young, I haven't actually done it myself in seven years since he passed away. I plan to ask someone to help me hold the pig steady."
He added, "Also, I wonder if you could provide a suitable tool for slaughtering?"
Regarding this request, while Yun Xiao Yi didn't have a dedicated butcher's knife on hand, he did have a shiny Iron Sword in his backpack. "I'm not sure if this counts as a slaughtering tool, but this Iron Sword is very sharp. Do you think it will work?" He displayed the weapon.
Upon seeing the Iron Sword for just an instant, Zhao Lin nodded. "As long as it's sharp enough, that's sufficient."
Saying this, Yun Xiao Yi took out the sword from his backpack; it was about eighty centimeters long with an incredibly sharp silver blade.
Yun Xiao Yi pulled out a strand of hair and gently blew it towards Iron Sword. The hair immediately snapped in two.
"Is the sword sharp enough?"
Zhao Lin took the Iron Sword, examined it carefully, and replied, "It is indeed sharp enough, even beyond my expectations."
Yun Xiao Yi nodded lightly. "As long as it's sharp enough. If you perform well, I will gift this sword to you."
The tall, thin villager's eyes lit up. "Really?"
"Of course it's true," Yun Xiao Yi affirmed with a nod.
The pigs of the Han Dynasty were different from those raised in later times; the latter were usually introduced breeds like Yorkshire. Although they appeared colorful, their feed conversion rate was extremely low. Most pigs back then were domesticated from wild boars over a long period, with dark skin and a more robust appearance.
These Black Pigs had a relatively high feed conversion rate. What does this specifically mean? Even though the price of Black Pigs in later generations far exceeded that of their predecessors, the price difference could not reach more than tenfold.
Given this significant difference, breeding tended to favor modern breeds with higher feed efficiency, much like how Huang Niu produced young Huang Niu.
In the Han Dynasty, the offspring of Black Pigs inherited their parents' color traits, appearing entirely black and looking much gentler.
At this moment, Zhao Lin held the Iron Sword and approached the Black Pig, which continued to roam leisurely in its pen, oblivious to its surroundings.
"Everyone, come help me catch this pig!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, the surrounding villagers rushed forward, quickly pinning a massive Black Pig to the ground. It was noteworthy that this behavior of being subdued seemed different from that of modern Black Pigs. In contemporary times, once a Black Pig is captured, it would struggle fiercely, requiring several men to control it; however, the Black Pig before them, descended from ancient stock, was surprisingly docile.
When its body was completely restrained, it only made slight movements with its limbs and did not struggle further. Yun Xiao Yi was not surprised by this; instead, he found it quite reasonable. After all, just like in the game where creatures such as cows and sheep do not retaliate when attacked by players like Steve but instead take a few steps back and continue their activities, it was entirely logical for these animals to maintain their original behaviors when brought into real life.
Seeing everyone working together to subdue the Black Pig, Zhao Lin took a deep breath, seemingly preparing himself mentally. Finally, he decisively grasped the pig's somewhat square head and swiftly and accurately drove the Iron Sword into its neck artery, twisting it to the left. The Black Pig immediately let out a painful squeal.
However, this sound quickly diminished and eventually faded away as the Black Pig breathed its last. It was evident that Zhao Lin's technique was skilled; he calmly withdrew the Iron Sword without causing blood to splatter everywhere. Instead, the blood flowed smoothly down his arm.
Fortunately, Yun Xiao Yi reacted quickly and pulled out a bowl from his bag to catch the blood that would have otherwise spilled out completely. This scene gave Yun Xiao Yi a deeper understanding: whether it was him or an ordinary villager killing these animals from the game, their reactions in the real world were almost identical—except they likely wouldn't drop unique items found in modern games.
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