Chapter 338 Cognitive Impairment (Part 1)

The weather was hot, and flies were hovering in front of the chopping board.

Butcher Xie suddenly cut off the bone chopping knife and inserted it into the crack on the chopping board.

He sniffed his nose slightly, only to feel a fishy smell rushing straight into his nose.

He knew that the weather was hot and the unsold meat seemed to stink.

But even so, he was not willing to throw it away. He could only endure the smell and spit.

Then he cursed to the old woman who was busy beside him and said, "Marrying Cui'er to that poor scholar is really the biggest mistake of my life."

"It's been more than 20 years. I was a scholar then, and I am still a scholar now."

"He still doesn't believe that he has no choice but to be a cheap guy for the rest of his life. He goes to the county town every year to take the exam, and the money he spends every year is enough to slap a big fat pig."

"If he had learned how to kill pigs from me earlier, Cui'er wouldn't have had to live such a hard life and have to rely on me for help."

At this point, Butcher Xie slammed a piece of fat meat covered with flies on the chopping board and said to the people passing by: "Do you want three cents?"

"Thank you butcher, you can just enjoy it yourself." The man quickly waved his hand and ran away as if running away.

Butcher Xie exhaled and threw the nearly rotten fat on the ground:

"That kid Zhao Yuan has been fed by me over the years and has grown big and round. He has some strength, but he only knows how to study, and he has wasted so much labor."

The old woman picked up a large piece of fat meat from the iron pot, her hands covered with burn marks.

After hearing this, she picked up the blade and carefully scraped the pig hair on it, and couldn't help but sigh:

"You don't have to be so angry. Zhao Yuan said that if it doesn't work this year, I will learn some butcher skills from you and inherit your butcher shop."

Butcher Xie's expression did not soften at all, but instead turned cold.

A fierce expression appeared on his face that was already full of flesh:

"I never said that this butcher shop will be his from now on."

"And this kid has a big appetite. I'm afraid I won't be able to feed him."

The old woman sighed softly again and whispered softly:

"A few days ago, I heard that Guo Yuanwai's family seemed to be looking for a private tutor to teach his grandchildren how to read and write."

"Didn't you work in a nursing home at Guo Yuanwai's house in the early years? Why don't you go and find out?"

When Butcher Xie heard this, his expression became even more disdainful:

"Guo Yuan's son was elected a few years ago. How could he like Zhao Yuan, a poor scholar?"

"Besides those sarcastic remarks, what else would he say?"

"Calling him to be a private school teacher is not as practical as me learning to kill pigs..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a man dressed as a petty official rushing onto the street on horseback.

Seeing that he was holding a red tube in his hand, someone immediately shouted on the street:

"The results are released!"

When Butcher Xie heard this, his expression became even more embarrassing.

At this time of year, the surrounding neighbors come to express condolences.

After all, everyone knew that Butcher Xie's son-in-law never touched the spring water and never did heavy work. At most, he helped the family harvest some crops during the busy farming season.

Other times, he relies on killing pigs and selling meat to feed his family of seven.

Butcher Xie's daughter Cui'er is almost in her forties. Her originally fair and delicate skin has turned yellow, black and rough due to the hard work of farm work.

She gave birth to three daughters. Although she could help with chores on weekdays, this was not a long-term solution.

Seeing the little official running all the way to the city gate, the straw shoemaker next to the butcher shop approached Butcher Xie with a smile on his face. He smiled and asked:

"Congratulations in advance, Lao Xie..."

Although Butcher Xie was a rough man, he also knew that the shoemaker was making fun of him.

He directly lifted the machete on the chopping board, pointed at the shoemaker without any explanation and shouted angrily:

"Be careful, I'll chop you up!"

The straw shoemaker retracted what he was saying, but he didn't expect that at this moment, the clerk who was riding a horse on the street suddenly turned his horse's head.

Someone in the crowd shouted loudly: "Zhao Yuan's father-in-law is there!"

With a burst of noise, the clerk got off his horse more than ten meters in front of the butcher shop, holding a tray in his hand.

His face was gentle, completely different from the fierceness that Butcher Xie remembered in the past.

In the past, this little official came here just to beat the autumn wind.

Even the fierce and strong Butcher Xie could only wrap a piece of meat for him and hand it to the little official respectfully.

This clerk also looked down upon these vendors completely, and would not look down upon them even if they received benefits.

Now he is uncharacteristically, with a smile that cannot be concealed on his face.

Looking closely, there seems to be a hint of flattery in it.

That was an expression that only petty officials would show when facing powerful people in the city.

For example, Guo Yuanwai, whose family had a civil servant, would nod and bow every time he saw Guo Yuanwai.

Now, is it about to be your turn?

Although he is just a civil servant, he is still considered a big shot in a small county like Yancheng.

When Butcher Xie thought of this, his breathing became heavier.

He has been a butcher for half his life. Logically speaking, he has dozens of fat pigs at home, so he is not considered poor.

But the strange thing is that my daughter fell in love with such a son-in-law.

Not only did he fail every year, but he also ate more.

Fortunately, he thanked the butcher for having learned some martial arts while working as a nurse in the early years, and had saved a lot of wealth, so that he could afford to raise this pig-like son-in-law.

At this moment, he returned to his normal state, and his extremely fierce face was filled with joy.

Everyone around him also knew what happened, and they all cast envious eyes on him.

The little official gradually walked towards Xie Butcher.

Butcher Xie also quickly washed his hands and took out a crumpled banknote from before his chest.

He tried his best to flatten it, and then winked at the equally surprised old woman beside him.

The old woman also understood, and quickly grabbed a handful of big coins, preparing to distribute wedding money to the people around her.

The little official walked up to Butcher Xie and said with a smile, "When I see you, I must know what happened."

Xie Butcher nodded repeatedly and handed the banknote in his hand to the clerk.

But the clerk waved his hand and pushed the banknote back into Butcher Xie's hand: "Old man, can this be done? It can't be done."

"Your son-in-law is a military officer in Fengxin County. If he is transferred to Yancheng, he will be my immediate boss."

Butcher Xie still had a smile on his face: "No, no, no, this is a happy event, you'd better accept it."

The clerks tried to evade him in every possible way, but they could not compete with the nine-foot-tall butcher Xie who weighed more than two hundred kilograms.

In the end, the bank note was forced into his arms.

The clerk also handed over the items in the tray.

It was a bright red robe and a document.

Although Butcher Xie was vulgar, he still knew the writing. He held up the document and said, "I don't want the meat on this stall today. Please come and get some, as it brings happiness to my family."

Then he happily read out the above content:

"Good news! Zhao Xianliang from Yancheng is the best in martial arts. He won the first place in martial arts in the third year of Minghe. He was specially awarded the title of martial arts scholar."

Halfway through reading, his expression suddenly changed, and something was wrong all over his face.

He looked at the clerk in front of him and said, "Are you sure there is nothing wrong with this official document?"

The clerk smiled and said, "What are you talking about? If this official document is written incorrectly, your head will be lost."

Butcher Xie took a deep breath.

He doesn't understand now. Although his son-in-law is about the same size as him.

Although it has great strength, it cannot even do simple tasks such as chopping firewood, and the firewood it splits is broken and scattered.

What makes me even more confused is that Zhao Yuan has been studying scriptures for decades and has never achieved first-class martial arts.

I have never taught him any martial arts, but how did he become a martial arts examiner?

Butcher Xie was confused now. Could it be that the examiner made a mistake?

The joy in his heart gradually faded. If he really made a mistake, maybe he was really happy for nothing.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but tremble, and quickly patted the young official's shoulder with his big hand.

The clerk immediately showed a look of pain.

Butcher Xie said with some trembling, "He Tiha, why don't you go back and ask before you come back?"

"My son-in-law should have taken the liberal arts exam, how can he be a martial arts examiner?"

He Tiha didn't have any reaction after hearing this. Instead, he smiled and said: "Old man, you must be a martial arts scholar."

"This morning, I also heard that Jin County Yin praised your son-in-law and said that he was extremely powerful in the martial arts field in the county."

"If he is transferred to Yancheng, I'm afraid he will be sent directly to the army. At least he will be a county captain, or a military and horse supervisor."

When Butcher Xie heard this, he couldn't help but panic.

My son-in-law weighs a few kilograms and a few taels, but he is from a good family. Zhao Yuan usually shows his clumsiness in killing a piglet, but how can he be regarded as a martial arts scholar?

However, Butcher Xie heard that Jin County Yin actually praised Zhao Yuan in person, and it seemed that he had seen it with his own eyes, so he had some thoughts.

Although that boy Zhao Yuan is said to have a rigid temper, he is indeed very powerful.

Even if he had practiced martial arts, he was far less powerful than his son-in-law.

It was precisely because of this that Butcher Xie married his daughter to Zhao Yuan.

No matter what, Zhao Yuan would never starve to death no matter how strong he was.

I just didn't expect that Zhao Yuan had been studying for the imperial examination for more than 20 years, but his strength had never been useful.

What was even more unexpected was that Zhao Yuan was inexplicably selected by a martial arts examiner.

So Tutu Xie was also thinking, could it be that that boy was too strong and knocked down all the other candidates?

But when he was young, he also participated in martial arts competitions, and it was not just about comparing who was stronger.

Even riding, archery, weapons, and strategies are all involved. It is really not something that a rough guy like me can master.

Or, that kid is deliberately hiding his clumsiness.

After all, He Tiha also said that his son-in-law was personally seen and praised by Jin County Yin, which meant that he must be a good person.

Thinking of this, Butcher Xie didn't care whether it was true or not for the time being.

If it is false, I will only lose some happy money, and the officials responsible for this matter will also lose their heads.

If this is true, no matter whether he is civil or military, he is still an official, high or low.

I'm just afraid that that kid Zhao Yuan used some tricks.

However, Butcher Xie was not a timid person. He gritted his teeth and became determined, thinking that his son-in-law had won the election.

At this time, a group of people came bustling around a strong man who was more than nine feet tall.

This man had loose black hair and a beard that reached his chest. He was wearing coarse clothes. He looked decadent, but he couldn't hide the knotted and bulging muscles under his clothes.

"Here comes the military officer!" Along with the sound of a string of firecrackers, several gongs and drums followed Zhao Yuan all the way to the butcher shop.

When He Tiha saw the rightful owner coming, he hurriedly unfolded the red shirt in his hand and said, "Zhao Juren, can you see if it fits you? This was sewn by a tailor according to your figure overnight."

Zhao Yuan looked indifferent, took the red robe and put it on casually, then picked up the locust tree in the tray and mounted the tall horse that He Tiha had brought for him.

Butcher Xie was hesitant to speak, feeling that his son-in-law today seemed different from before.

Zhao Yuan sat on the horse, looked at Butcher Xie and said, "Master Taishan, it's all thanks to your hard work over the past twenty years that I finally got your name on the gold medal list today."

When Butcher Xie heard this, he couldn't help but nodded excitedly.

Although he didn't know what his son-in-law's secret was, it seemed that he was still a man who knew how to repay his kindness.

In addition, Zhao Yuan has been in his home for more than 20 years and has never done anything bad. He is still very relieved about this and is not worried that Zhao Yuan will cross the river and burn the bridge.

Zhao Yuan immediately turned around, and He Tiha led the horse for him, and started wandering in the street.

It was the first time that a martial arts scholar appeared in Yancheng, and many people came out to watch the excitement.

On the contrary, Zhao Yuan, who was standing immediately, did not look happy, but rather worried.

His lips moved slightly, and only a few bytes that he could hear clearly poured into his ears:

"Xie Que... Death Judgment Diagram... Secret Sect..."

In the past few days, he always dreamed that he seemed to have turned into a corpse collector named Xie Que.

He possesses the rare treasure "The Diagram of Judgment of Death", and in just over a year, he has almost become a fairy-like figure.

After he woke up, he could not forget it for a long time.

After all, in this dream, many experiences are vividly remembered and kept in mind.

He couldn't tell the difference between true and false.

But after slapping myself a few times and trying to practice a magical method called "Bodhicitta Awakening" failed.

Zhao Yuan suddenly realized that those were all things in a dream.

It's just that I have some understanding of martial arts.

Coupled with his already extremely strong body, within three days he felt like he was in a dream, with heat flowing through his body.

He also became the so-called entry warrior.

This made him doubt the authenticity of the dream again.

But he also understands.

The dream might be true, but it could only be some gift given to him by the immortal named Xie Que.

I am just an ordinary person.

Relying on a martial arts called "Yan Qing Fist" in his mind, Zhao Yuan secretly practiced hard for half a month and actually entered the innate realm in his memory.

Because of this, when it was time for Enke, he resolutely applied for the martial arts exam.

Although he is excellent at riding and shooting, he is not good at it.

But relying on his strong control over his body, he still achieved pretty good results.

In the final arena competition, Zhao Yuan even outperformed the crowd, no one could be his enemy, and successfully won the martial arts championship.

Now it seems that although he is not an immortal, he still possesses extremely talented martial arts.

Zhao Yuan sighed in his heart, but within his own realm, martial arts will eventually come to an end.

As for those Taoist methods, I have tried every one of them.

But no matter what, it is impossible to enter the legendary state of trance, let alone to sense the spiritual energy.

It's just that I was also affected by this memory, and I got a lot of benefits after all.

Zhao Yuan, who has read Confucian classics since childhood, also knows that a gentleman should know the choices and not be greedy.

Zhao Yuan looked at the villagers and people around him, raised his hands, and kept waving.