Mountain and Forest Kingdom

In a dream called his past life, Lawrence had vague memories of eating mutton.

Regarding how to kill a sheep, this may be the first time.

On the farm, killing sheep and pigs was all done by men.

Lawrence didn't quite know how to do things where strong men were responsible.

Whether you are killing a pig or a sheep, you should start by holding the knife, right?

Lawrence walked towards the house, beside him was the little shepherd Sophia who was as excited as a child.

Sophia did not use a rope, but used a weak twig to encourage her happily, and the little goat walked back with a bleating sound.

Lawrence walked near the kitchen and said quickly: "First boil the water, find a rope and tie it to a clean place and stand there until it poops cleanly."

Sophia nodded quickly, "Yeah!"

Lawrence went out to fetch water, while Sophia tied the lamb to the woodchopping place with great anticipation.

The lamb's hind legs were tied with a hemp rope woven from sword-leaf grass, and it began to turn around and try to bite the rope.

Sofia quickly pressed the sheep's head with both hands, making the lamb lie on the ground and not chewing the rope.

When Lawrence returned from fetching water from the river, he saw Sophia cutting grass from nearby and happily squatting next to the lamb to feed the comfortable white lamb grass.

Seeing Lawrence come back, Sophia showed strong anticipation.

"Master, I took out the knife!"

Lawrence looked at the dagger on the chopping board, then at the sheep, and smiled: "I'll boil the water first."

Sophia nodded obediently.

She has great trust in Lawrence's technology and plans and is full of expectations.

In the kitchen, Lawrence sat by the fire adding wood.

"What's wrong? The longer I drag, the harder it is to move my hands..."

Lawrence felt that he was a little too lazy today. It was obvious that killing a sheep was not complicated, and eating mutton was also his own initiative.

"Is it harder to kill a sheep than to kill someone?"

Lawrence cheered himself up and quickly walked out to prepare for action.

Salil came back from digging potatoes next to the house. When she saw Sophia still squatting here, she said, "Sofia, why are you still here? It's time to go see the sheep on the hillside."

Sophia raised her head and said coquettishly: "I will go after the master kills the sheep. The sheep on the mountain cannot escape."

Salil said: "Then someone needs to go and take a look. Lawrence, you can go and herd the sheep. Sophia and I will cook."

After saying it casually, Salil felt that what she said was pretty good and said happily: "I'll cook!"

Lawrence looked at Salil, "You know how to kill a sheep?"

"Of course I can!" Salil directly put the potatoes in her apron on the ground, clapped her hands and went to pick up the dagger. "I'll just come. Go and herd the sheep. I'll call you when you eat."

Lawrence was also willing to take it easy. He looked at the sheep on the hillside in the distance, nodded and said, "Okay."

Sariel didn't waste any time, walked up to the lamb with a dagger, stepped over and leaned over to hold the lamb between her legs.

"Hey!" The lamb was immediately fixed to the ground and unable to move.

Salil carefully pulled her skirt back slightly to keep it out of the way.

Under Lawrence's gaze, she held the knife in one hand and the lamb's two long ears with the other.

"Sariel, can you let me kill the sheep? I want to try it!" Sophia standing aside was eager to try.

Salil said kindly: "Okay, I will kill sheep when I am younger than you."

Lawrence did not go to herd the sheep, but stood and watched.

Soon Salil brought the water basin, while Sophia held the knife in one hand and gently stroked the lamb's chin and neck with the other.

The lamb raised its head and made a cute bleating sound.

The voice soon became painful, and red sheep blood spurted out from the newly opened wound.

Lawrence walked towards the hillside and said casually: "We kill sheep there first by knocking them unconscious and then killing them."

Behind him are two busy village girls and a little girl.

Salil was busy bleeding the sheep and retorted: "We have our own methods here."

Lawrence walked to the hillside and stood on the sunny hillside and counted the sheep.

After making sure that all the sheep except the little lamb were there, Lawrence sat down on the sloping grass where Sophia was lying and resting.

The scenery around him was already tired of looking at it. After Lawrence calmed down, the scene of Sophia slitting the sheep's throat with a knife kept popping up in his mind.

Lawrence thought of himself and the scene where he cut the sheep's neck with a dagger.

He originally planned to do this, and hoped that he could complete the process as neatly as Sophia.

Although it was the first time for Sofia to do this kind of thing, she undoubtedly did a good job.

Lawrence couldn't be happy. All he could think about now was the action of killing the sheep.

Gradually, Lawrence thought of himself, as if he was the one who killed the sheep just now.

But soon terrible thoughts came to mind.

Lawrence thought of using the same action to wipe Sophia's neck and Emma's neck.

Even smeared Salil's neck.

Of course this is impossible, but more and more imaginations appear in my chaotic mind.

Lawrence sat on the ground with his head in his hands, showing a painful expression.

"It's not that troublesome to kill someone, it's just a sheep..."

Lawrence recalled the murder a few days ago, when he hit the man on the head with a sharp hoe and smashed him to death in the cold snow.

Lawrence had long forgotten what that man looked like, and couldn't remember what he looked like before he died.

No matter how I think about it, I just remember that I was very steady with my shots at that time, and I didn't feel any fear or panic just because I was killing someone.

It's like killing rabbits and squirrels.

"Oops..." Lawrence muttered to himself in a daze, "It's the sequelae of murder."

Lawrence was lying on the ground, with his hands and feet spread wide, his eyes closed and feeling the sun in the cold winter.

[The Kur people were invaders. They brutally killed the Pumixiu people. I was forced to fight back and take revenge, otherwise more bandits would visit Pumixiu town. 】

When Lawrence killed the Kur man, he had absolutely legitimate reasons. Even when he slept alone these days, he would not think of it.

"Sheep are food." Lawrence comforted himself, "We eat sheep to survive."

"To live a better life."

Take sheep blood, skin sheep, eat sheep meat, eviscerate sheep...

Lawrence's mind became more and more confused as he thought about what the sheep would have experienced.

The less you want to think, the clearer some thoughts in your mind become.

[People are lonely. No matter what they do, they want a reason to gain the support of others. Only those who are eliminated will stay away from the group. 】

[We all long to become dazzling stars among our ethnic groups and children of God. 】

[The savages believe that they can enter the kingdom of God after they die in heroic battles, while the southerners believe that they can enter the kingdom of heaven after atonement. 】

[I didn’t believe in the existence of God before, and I never had a firm belief in it. 】

[Now I need redemption. 】

Lawrence is very rational and knows that killing sheep is a normal thing and should not be thought about so much.

But he lacked one hope. Just the hope of eating fried chicken and hot pot could not offset the guilt of taking his life.

Squirrels, rabbits, and mice are all wild animals, and they are prey in the traditional sense, but the lamb felt too obedient and humane to Lawrence.

This kind of humanity is something that cannot be felt in the Kur people. If the Kur people had not invaded the town of Phumexiu and had not brutally killed the people of Phumexiu, Lawrence would have also been faced with a difficult decision.

Lawrence thought about many things. He felt that he could not only kill sheep, but also kill people. He couldn't help imagining the scenario of hurting others.

Fortunately, he was not alone. Tormented by chaotic thoughts, Lawrence quickly thought of someone who could accompany him.

"Sophia! Sophia!" Lawrence shouted the girl's name.

Sofia, who was helping in the kitchen, quickly ran out and shouted: "Master, I'm here! What's going on?"

Lawrence sat up, his body seemed to have lost all strength, "Come here."

"Okay!" Sophia quickly greeted Salil, and then ran over happily.

The killing of sheep did not cause any confusion or impact on her. From the moment she brought three lambs back from the town, Sophia knew that these sheep were used for selling money and eating.

The beautiful little girl quickly came to Lawrence's side, bent over with her hands on her knees, and asked intimately and curiously: "What's going on?"

Lawrence lay on the ground and said relaxedly and suppressedly: "Sophia, I need a hug."

Sofia happily sat down, lay on Lawrence's body with a face full of joy, and hugged Lawrence tightly.

Feeling the warmth of the girl on his body and the heat of the sun shining on his eyelids and face, Lawrence finally calmed down.

Lawrence hugged Sophia with one arm, sat up quickly and said, "Okay, you herd the sheep here, I should go back to work."

Sooner or later, you have to get used to killing sheep, and Lawrence has learned that it is a part of life.

Whether it is killing sheep, pigs, chickens, or even killing people, as long as it is done to survive, it is still not enough.

Lawrence was afraid of being alone, so he decided that whether he was eating fried chicken or boiled mutton, he had to share it with family members.

In the face of various storms and difficulties, the power of family cannot be ignored.

The desire for delicious food and mansions is too monotonous. Lawrence needs warmer strength to keep himself alive and heal the misfortunes in his life, so as not to spend too much time complaining about others and misfortunes.