Chen Hong was still counting money: "Alright, I'll cut it for you in a bit."
Uncle Gu sliced the meat that the villagers in line wanted, weighed it, and handed it over.
He turned back to Gu Jin and asked, "What do you need?"
"Pig head, pig intestines, liver."
Upon hearing this, Uncle Gu swiftly moved the previously cut pig head onto a wooden board nearby, extracted the liver from the pig's belly, picked up the previously removed intestines from the floor, and placed them all on the blood-stained wooden board.
All these things together weighed at least seventy or eighty pounds.
Gu Jin couldn't handle it alone, so Uncle Gu's eyes swept around the yard, and he shouted loudly to his son, who was leaning against the old man's doorframe, "Jiajie, give Jin a hand!"
Gu Jiajie heard this and, without expression, walked over.
He didn't mind the mess and directly picked up the pig head from the board, asking Gu Jin, "Where to?"
"Kitchen."
