Chapter Ten: Farts and Toxins
Xi Gua mobilized a battalion of Wolf Warriors and pigs, disguised as heavily armed guards, vowing to crush Flower Village’s protests. They itched to replay the bloody massacre of the student plaza, a genocidal purge. But Flower Village lay beyond the south gate’s wall, under global scrutiny. Too blatant a display of their demonic nature risked making them a universal target, inviting the melon-eating crowd’s wrath.
Instead, the guards opted for “gentle” dispersal. As hand-linked protesters advanced, the guards spun, bent, and raised their rears. The crowd, baffled, barely registered the move when—poof—a deafening blast of foul dog farts erupted, outmatching tear gas, its shockwave toppling the front ranks. People clutched noses, reeling, scattering from the stench.
As the odor faded, the crowd regrouped, rallying again. Another guard line blocked them, repeating the tactic—spinning, a chorus of poof heralding rank pig farts. The front row collapsed once more. Protesters caught on, some scoffing, others laughing, murmuring, “Pig farts stink worse!” “Run, can’t stand it!” Laughter mixed with resignation, the march dissolving under the barrage of pig and dog farts. The guards strutted, smug in their absurd victory.
Undeterred, villagers donned masks, even gas masks, and returned to the streets. The guards, enraged, brandished wolf-tooth clubs, biting wildly. Some protesters were beaten to death, eyes burst, others fell, blood staining the pavement. Yet the villagers, hand in hand, stood firm against the wall’s rise.
Xi Gua, incensed, ordered mass arrests, discovering many protesters were Honey Farm citizens who’d scaled the wall. Livid, it denounced them for “eating Animalism’s rice while smashing its pot,” deeming them future rebels. A secret edict followed: drag them to the river and drown them. The Wolf Warriors moved stealthily, but the outside crowd’s keen eyes caught them. The truth broke, global condemnation raining on Two-Fifty’s atrocities, with villagers worldwide flocking to bolster Flower Village’s swelling protests.
Xi Gua, seeing the protester surge and its forces stretched thin, realized pig and dog farts couldn’t hold the line. The Honey Corridor’s wall-building teetered, the south gate gambit faltering.
Gray Wolf schemed, “We’ve a final weapon! Weasel farts, unmatched in stench, mixed with bat toxins—a secret killer none can withstand!”
Xi Gua’s eyes gleamed with malice, “Our human-extermination trump card—now’s the time!”
Hu Ling paled, “This gas will poison the whole global village—even those inside the walls won’t escape!”
Gray Wolf sneered, “Who cares about them? Animalism’s endgame is human extinction!”
Xi Gua glanced at Hu Ling, “The toxin spares animals. You’re human, but I’ve got an antidote for you.”
Hu Ling nodded grimly, muttering, “But many, especially Animalism’s loyalists, are vulnerable! If the toxin mutates, the antidote’s useless!”
Gray Wolf, smirking privately at Xi Gua, told Hu Ling, “Don’t fret—animal plagues like swine or fowl fever don’t scare us. What’s your worry?”
Xi Gua slapped its head, issuing an ironclad order: “We’ll crush Flower Village fast, consequences be damned! It’s settled—act now!”
The next day, as villagers rallied, an unprecedented stench swept Flower Village, laced with lethal toxins, scattering the crowd instantly. The gas spread swiftly, from Flower Village to the global village, leaving wails and bodies in its wake. To escape death, villagers sealed doors and windows, blocking the poison. The grand anti-wall movement halted abruptly.
The world reeled, stunned that Xi Gua, to wall Flower Village, would plague the globe. This vicious move left all agog, questioning whether the Pig Throne Building’s rulers were men, beasts, or devils.
As the toxic gas dissipated, survivors clawed back from death’s edge, only to find Flower Village encircled by high walls. The animals’ stench began to choke out the village’s free air. Stranger still, Flower Village’s Golden Hens regressed to mere broilers, no longer laying Golden Eggs—a shock the pigs and dogs hadn’t foreseen.
Theories abounded. One expert sighed, “Animalism’s reek pervades Flower Village, intolerable to spirits. Worse, the stench carries atheistic particles, clashing with the flower and chicken gods, driving them to abandon the village.”
Xi Gua, livid, roared, rubbing its head, “Gods? Invisible, intangible nonsense! Arrest these peddlers of lies!” It stood, pacing with hands behind back, declaring, “I am god! Animalism is god! Snowball is god! I’ll anoint a new chicken god to restart the Golden Egg venture!”
It chose a feisty hen, crowned it “Chicken God,” adorned with a golden tiara and feathers dusted in gold powder. From Honey Farm, it conscripted robust chickens, forming an “Animalism Egg-Laying Legion.” Led by the “Chicken God,” they chanted “Determined to complete the mission!”and marched to Flower Village on an absurd quest to produce Golden Eggs. Yet, no matter their effort, not one Golden Egg appeared. Same sun, air, feed—why no eggs? Xi Gua, frantic, scratching its ears, blamed the new Chicken God for slacking, accusing the flock of overeating, idling, and forgetting their task.
Convinced the chickens were hoarding Golden Eggs, Xi Gua furiously issued a secret order to seize them, slaughtering them to extract the eggs. Experts, peering through magnifying glasses, found only ordinary eggs—nothing golden. Enraged and humiliated, Xi Gua ousted the Chicken God, naming a new one, and dubbed every dispatched chicken a “Chicken God,” each slathered in gold dust, as if golden phoenixes truly soared from the henhouse.
Xi Gua personally oversaw the campaign in Flower Village. The “Chicken Gods,” under crushing pressure, produced no Golden Eggs—not even regular ones. Xi Gua’s hoped-for “miracle” fizzled, and it returned, crestfallen.
Though Flower Village’s walls stood, the Golden Egg plan collapsed. Honey Farm’s economic lifeline snapped, industries folded, unemployment soared, markets withered, and famine’s shadow loomed anew.
Xi Gua, unyielding, deemed Golden Eggs trivial compared to the Honey Corridor’s expansion. It hadn’t anticipated Flower Village’s walls igniting Beautiful Farm’s fierce backlash, becoming a global flashpoint. Outside, almost none supported extending the walls. The global village resolved to hold a democratic vote: if the majority opposed, the Village Chief would mandate their demolition.
Xi Gua, hearing this, buzzed like an ant on a hot pan. The melon-eating crowd predicted the chess game would crash in Flower Village, a failed gambit. Yet the vote stunned all: pro-wall votes edged out opponents by one. That single vote handed the Pig Throne Building a shocking triumph, leaving onlookers agape.
Hu Ling had rigged the game, using stockpiled Golden Eggs to bribe the global village’s poorer farms, securing instant loyalty. Xi Gua claimed Flower Village.
The victory banquet, however, was a fiasco. The Pig Throne Building’s tables were sparse, Latrine Wine nearly gone, famine having cut brewing grains. Still, Xi Gua grandly invited its poor allies to feast and celebrate.
Pigs and dogs scoured the people’s food, many citing Animalism’s Seven Precepts for equality. The pigs and dogs retorted, echoing England’s Manor Farm: pigs, the smartest mental laborers, deserved more. Wolf Warriors served scavenged food to the allies, Xi Gua magnanimously allotting heaps as “aid.” The allies, sated, packed off with heaps of goods.
Bathed in flattery, Xi Gua reveled, sending off guests with gusto. It called for another toast among its officials, only to find the building’s stores gutted by the foreigners. The table held only dry bread, one Latrine Wine bottle split among a dozen seats—a pitiful affair.
Xi Gua stared at this shabby celebration party and angrily ordered Gray Wolf to search every household again. Gray Wolf smiled bitterly: “There is really no profit to be made! Many people are already gnawing on grass roots and tree bark!”
Xi Gua snorted coldly, “I am the smartest brainworker in the Pig Throne Building! If I hadn’t deployed it myself, would Flower Village have been able to be reclaimed? People outside laughed at me for being a dull idiot, but after drinking a bottle of Latrine Wine, my brain became brighter, like a pig with a new head! Not only am I eloquent, I also outsmarted Snowball. Toad Pig didn’t dare to reclaim Flower Village, but I did it! Those crazy ideas were all born out of the stimulation of Latrine Wine. As a brainworker, I need the nourishment of Latrine Wine the most!”
These words made the officials look at each other in bewilderment, and they all poured the remaining half glass of wine to Xi Gua. Xi Gua was not embarrassed at all. Instead, he took away everyone’s wine with just a few words, which showed his ability. It picked up the wine glass and took a gulp. Seeing that there was no snack on the table, it grabbed a piece of dry bread and swallowed it whole, still feeling unsatisfied. It licked the plate and glanced at the crumbs in the crack of the table, but couldn’t get them out. Looking around at the other pigs’ plates, all of which had been licked clean, it threw the plate down in disappointment.
The pigs knew that Xi Gua often spoke without restraint and arrested innocent people after drinking, so they all sat upright and dared not utter a word. “Bang——” Xi Gua slammed the table. The pigs shuddered in fear, thinking that he was drunk and was about to be scolded. Unexpectedly, it did not start cursing. Everyone took a peek and saw that it slammed the table, which actually shook out the bread crumbs in the gap, and it lowered its head to lick them. Di Guazhu couldn’t hold back and burst out laughing.
Xi Gua looked up, glared at Di Gua the pig and said, “General Di Gua is a corrupt and degenerate pig! He has a huge appetite and eats a lot of food in one meal. He also has ten tons of Golden Eggs and countless Latrine Wine hidden in his home!” He turned to his personal guards and ordered, “Catch him and confiscate his house!”
Di Gua Pig hurriedly explained: “I, I am your pig brother! I am a general!”
Xi Gua grinned: “What general? You boastful fellow! You want to usurp my ruling position next, right? I have long wanted to arrest you, the general who has evil intentions!”
Di Gua Pig continued to defend himself: “Besides, didn’t you ask me to hide those Golden Eggs in the beautiful farm? I have already transported several batches out before, and this batch has not been secretly shipped out yet!”
Xi Gua suddenly realized that the alcohol had made him dizzy.It seems that the stimulation of this toilet wine will not make him smarter, but stupider. He actually forgot this important secret. He slapped his head, then slammed the table and cursed: “Nonsense! How dare you slander me? Seal its pig mouth immediately, catch it and sentence it to death, and send it to the slaughterhouse to sell for money.”
The Wolf Warriors rushed forward without giving any explanation, and with a pull on its tail, they immediately peeled off General Di Gua’s Painted Skin, instantly turning him into a dirty pig, tied up. Di Gua pig kept struggling to speak, but the noises turned out to be pig squeals.
Xi Gua scolded, “I think you are a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water.”
The shabby, fear-laced victory banquet ended abruptly, leaving only Gray Wolf, Hu Ling, and Xi Gua. Xi Gua muttered, “We’ve quietly torn down half of Flower Village’s wall, but those chickens still won’t lay Golden Eggs. What’s the problem?”
Gray Wolf and Hu Ling exchanged glances, unsure if the high walls or Animalism’s pervasive taint were to blame—both lethal to the pig regime.
Xi Gua pressed, “How do we find another cash cow?”
Hu Ling mused, “Honey Farm’s population has plummeted. Our human resources and easy marks are scarce. We need rampant breeding.”
Xi Gua barked, “Force the unwed and childless to marry, bear two, three, or even litters like pigs and dogs!”
Hu Ling shook his head, “That’s a long-term fix for a short-term thirst.”
Gray Wolf grinned wickedly, “There’s a quicker way—not Golden Eggs, but better! Human organs fetch a fortune!”
Hu Ling nodded, “Since Toad Pig jailed believers, we’ve quietly profited from organs.”
Gray Wolf boasted, “We’re the global village’s only ones bold enough for this exclusive trade!”
Xi Gua puzzled, “Why don’t other farms know this trick?”
Hu Ling sneered, “Villagers outside cling to morals and humanity—they wouldn’t dream of such evil. Only Animalism breeds this twisted streak!”
Gray Wolf added, “Many outside know our ‘specialty’ and pay top coin for death-row organs. But death-row’s limited, so we’ve long targeted believers and missing youths.”
Xi Gua said, “Animalism’s often scorned. We need cash to buy allies and fund the Honey Corridor’s global spread. We must scale up human Golden Eggs—industrialize, fast!”
Hu Ling schemed, “Gradually legitimize organ harvesting, normalize it outside, and spin a ‘donating Golden Eggs is glorious’ narrative.”
Gray Wolf leered, “I’ll make them legally vanish, legally die, legally yield Golden Eggs!”
As they spoke, the haul from Di Gua Pig’s seized Golden Eggs and Latrine Wine arrived. Xi Gua raised its glass, thrilled, “Cheers!” Its laughter echoed in the hollow building, unable to drown out the brewing storm of justice.
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