The novel I wrote first is not water

There was a butcher who came home late one night. All the meat in his load had been sold, leaving only some bones. I met two wolves on the road and followed them for a long distance.

The butcher was frightened, so he picked up a piece of bone and threw it at him. One wolf got the bone and stopped, but the other wolf still followed. The butcher picked up another bone and threw it in the past. The wolf that got the bone last stopped, but the wolf that got the bone first came after the butcher. The bones had been thrown away, and the two wolves were chasing each other as before.

The butcher was very embarrassed. He was afraid that he would be attacked by the wolf at the same time. There are wild to see Michael playing a game, and the masters of the field pile firewood in the wheat field to fight, forming a hill-like coverage. So Ben butcher in the past to rely on firewood pile under a pile of firewood, put down his burden and picked up the butcher's knife. The two wolves did not dare to move forward and stared at the butcher.

After a while, one wolf walked away and the other wolf squatted in front like a dog. After a long time, the wolf's eyes seemed to be closed, and his expression was very leisurely. The butcher suddenly jumped up, chopped the wolf's head with a knife, and killed the wolf with several more knives. The butcher was about to start his journey when he turned to the back of the pile and saw another wolf digging holes in the pile of firewood, trying to get through and attack the butcher from behind. The wolf has got half of its body, leaving only its butt and tail exposed. The butcher cut off the wolf's hind legs from behind and killed the wolf as well. Only then did I realize that the wolf in front was pretending to be sleeping, which was actually used to lure the enemy.

The wolves are too cunning, but two wolves were hacked to death in a moment. How many deception methods can the beasts have? It's just to make people laugh.

Once upon a time, there was a butcher who came back from selling meat. It was getting late. Just then, a wolf suddenly appeared. The wolf kept peeking at the meat that the butcher was carrying, and the saliva in his mouth seemed to be about to flow out. It followed the butcher for several miles. The butcher was very frightened, so he waved his butcher's knife in front of the wolf, trying to scare the wolf away. The wolf saw the butcher's knife. He was frightened at first and stepped back. But when the butcher turned around and continued walking forward, the wolf followed again. So the butcher thought, what the wolf wants is the meat I bought (not to hurt me), so he might as well hang the meat on a tree (so the wolf can't reach it) and come back to get the meat tomorrow morning (the wolf has left). So the butcher hung the meat on the hook, raised the handle (the hook with the meat) on the tree, and then showed the empty load to the wolf. Just like that, the wolf stopped and stopped following the butcher. The butcher went home (safely). At dawn the next day, the butcher went to take the meat from the place where the meat was hung yesterday. He saw a huge thing hanging on the tree from a distance, like a man hanging from the tree, so he felt very scared. The butcher was anxiously wandering around the tree and getting closer to the tree. When he got closer, he saw that the thing was a dead wolf. (The butcher) raised his head and looked carefully and found that the wolf had meat in its mouth, and the hook for scraping the meat had pierced the wolf's lower jaw. The shape was like a fish biting the bait. At that time, wolf skins were very expensive in the market. One wolf skin was worth more than ten taels of gold. So the butcher got the wolf skin and made a small fortune.

There was a butcher who was walking on the road at night and was closely pursued by a wolf. There was a shack left by a farmer on the side of the road, so he ran in and hid in it. The evil wolf thrust a paw through the straw curtain of the thatched house. The butcher hurriedly grabbed it to prevent it from being pulled out. But there is no way to kill it. He only had a small knife less than an inch long, so he used it to cut the wolf skin under his claws and blew air into it like a pig. After blowing hard for a while, I felt that the wolf was not moving much, so I tied the blowing mouth with a belt. When I went out to take a look, I saw that the wolf was swollen like a cow. The four legs were so straight that they could not bend back, and the mouth was open and could not be closed, so I carried it back. Who can do this if he is not a butcher?
All three stories are about butchers; it shows the cruelty of butchers, and it is still possible to kill wolves.