My grandfather in Huangnigang Village made money by raising monkeys, cooking brain feasts, and selling monkey skins. My grandfather always beat and scolded me. I often secretly feed the little monkey in the cage, which is the thinnest and always bullied. I feel that it is as pitiful as me. One day, the old monk passed by for alms. He stared at the monkey cage and suddenly shouted, "There is something wrong with you monkey, kill him quickly!" He also said that the smallest monkey was not an ordinary monkey, but a man-eating monkey.
