My grandfather kept a cage of monkeys, ate their brains and sold their skins. One day, an old monk passed by for alms, and my grandma was feeding the monkeys, so I gave him a bowl of rice. The old monk was holding the rice bowl, but his eyes were staring at the monkey cage, his brows furrowed tightly. He suddenly shouted loudly to my grandfather, "Brother, there is something wrong with your monkey. You must kill it immediately! Many families in Huangnigang Village raise monkeys, but no one raises them better than my grandfather."
