Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 216 - . Pig Slaughtering Process_1
Chapter 216: 216. Pig Slaughtering Process_1
Chapter 216: 216. Pig Slaughtering Process_1
Master Zhang really was familiar to everyone within miles, and as soon as he got off the car, even Seventh Uncle started laughing:
“Swine Castrator, you haven’t lost your touch!”
“Oh!” Master Zhang was also quite surprised, “Old Song, what are you doing here?”
Seventh Uncle pretended to be modest, “Ah, getting on in years, becoming a nuisance, I came back to cook for the kids, hoping someone will take care of me in my old age.”
The more casual he acted, the more convincing he seemed.
Master Zhang quickly told Song Tan, “Girl, I won’t take your money, you just keep a meal for me, to get a taste of Old Song’s cooking skills, it’s been so many years since I last did.”
Upon hearing this, Seventh Uncle’s hair seemed almost to quiver with excitement! Now he maintained a reserved tone, “That’s not necessary, but of course, we must still take the money, and yes, leaving a meal is a must.”
In the village, offering a meal was simply the done thing.
Song Tan smiled as well, “I was planning to do that anyway.”
But now, it was almost noon, and she said, “Master Zhang, are we doing this now, or after lunch?”
Before Master Zhang could answer, Seventh Uncle spoke up first, “Now, now! Butchering a pig, how much effort could it take? I plan to have a few drinks with him this noon.”
Song Tan: …
The little wild pig was really unlucky to have met Big Wang, not only doomed to give up its body at the end of the year, but now being neutered without anesthesia, and on top of that, nobody was taking it seriously!
She remembered when she was working that Huo Xueying’s cat got neutered, had to fast and avoid water for eight hours, got put under with anesthesia, then given anti-inflammatory injections afterward! There was also an ointment to apply.
Because it was a male cat, it was cheaper, but it still cost 400!
As for the little wild pig—
Let’s not even mention it.
Master Zhang, however, nodded, “Ok, where’s the pigpen? Get a couple of strong folks to help hold the piglet down.”
As he finished speaking, he looked toward the plump Zhang Yanping.
Zhang Yanping perked up: catching pigs, exciting!
He hurriedly followed, Song Sancheng was just about to bring out some freshly brewed tea, but he too quickly followed suit.
They went out and circled around to the back hill, where Master Zhang even showed a bit of envy, “Ah, it’s really nice having the pigpen here, it doesn’t affect the image of the village, and there is no smell either.”
Why would there be a smell? Zhang Wang’s family up on the mountain practically overdid it with diligence, hauling a load of pig manure every single day. That new electric trike they bought was used so smoothly, and in the shady part of the mountain, who knew how much fertilizer had been piled up.
And Zhang Wang’s family was indeed very meticulous in their work, they planted peach trees and grew watermelons on the mountain. The space wasn’t large, so they moved all the manure heaps to the field next to their own.
In that field grew wildly cultivated kudzu roots, and they accidentally buried several kudzu vines in the process.
In any case, as soon as the piglets in the pigpen heard people, they immediately started grunting and squealing, which made Master Zhang green with envy, “These pigs are growing up strong!”
He couldn’t help but ask her, “When are you slaughtering the pigs, will they be for sale? I’d come to buy more at that time.”
Neighbors helping neighbors, Song Tan was willing to sell, but the price was something most people couldn’t afford.
She sighed and said, “I don’t know how much will be left, these are all pre-ordered by others, the price is high, they even specify what to feed them every day, we just keep a bit for ourselves to eat.”
What?
Master Zhang was surprised again, “The piglets are only this size and the meat is already reserved?”
“Gosh, no wonder people say those with good education have more skill, even selling stuff they are better than us.”
That’s right.
Zhang Yanping muttered from behind:
“Not only does he sell strong, he also sells at a high price. Just look at this pork, by the end of the year it won’t be less than fifty a pound, he doesn’t believe it.”
Of course, if the price of pork outside goes up, it will definitely have to follow suit.
A few people were discussing fervently when Big White stuck his head out of the bushes, his little yellow hat especially noticeable. His beady eyes cautiously surveyed everyone, and rather than looking majestic, he seemed a bit sleazy.
Big Wang seemed to have been raised with some caution by his previous owner. Now, when he saw a crowd of people coming, he wouldn’t show his face easily, for fear of startling anyone.
But after a short while, the bushes rustled a few times, and he stealthily ran off into the distance.
Song Tan glanced at him and noticed that he was heading towards the back mountain. Knowing that he was going on patrol, she didn’t think much of it.
Meanwhile, after the group had commented on the two black and three white domestic pigs, their attention finally shifted to the small wild pig.
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The little wild boar was discontentedly rooting through the empty feed trough. Seeing people approaching, it scrambled frantically over the rails trying to climb onto them without being urged.
Master Zhang originally wanted to direct Song Sancheng and Zhang Yanping to go in and pick up the pig, but before he could speak, he saw Song Tan jump in, scoop up the piglet in her arm, and hop back out.
Her movements were smooth as flowing water, silky smooth, making her look very experienced…
Cough.
Anyway, the piglet was brought out, and Song Tan asked, “What should I do?”
Song Sancheng and Zhang Yanping quickly stepped forward, one grabbing the front legs and the other the hind legs, “Yanping, you have to hold on tight! Otherwise, if the pig runs away, there will be no way to handle it!”
This work is usually done inside the pigpen to prevent the pigs from running away. But since there were other pigs in the pen, and to avoid affecting them, it was better done outside.
Zhang Yanping nodded earnestly, and then laid the little wild pig on its back on the ground.
The little wild boar seemed to sense that something bad was about to happen, struggling and squealing desperately, its cries particularly heart-wrenching.
Song Tan stood by, watching as Master Zhang took out a razor blade from his bag.
The real razor blade.
It was the kind of blade from the old-fashioned razors her dad and granddad used to shave with, which she vaguely remembered could be bought a whole box for two yuan…
Then he took out a plastic bottle and poured out an alcohol swab, using it to wipe the piglet’s testicles.
The coolness of the alcohol made the little wild boar scream even more miserably, but it was really too small; no matter how strong it was, it couldn’t struggle against two grown men firmly holding it down!
But Song Sancheng laughed, “You’re quite particular now. I remember years ago when you came to our house, you’d get to work as soon as the pig was held down.”
Master Zhang smiled, “Back then resources were scarce, but now these things are not expensive. I went to the pharmacy this morning to buy them, two yuan a bottle, and there’s also a bottle of iodine swab.”
“After we’re done here, I can take it home for use.”
He picked up the blade, and now, leaning in close, he was about to make his move when Song Tan’s eyebrows twitched, and she quickly reached out to touch the little wild boar’s head.
Strands of Spiritual Energy seeped in, and the piglet, who had been afraid and struggling, instantly became groggy. Its eyes narrowed, and its pig face revealed a sense of peace and happiness.
At that moment, Master Zhang’s hand shot out like lightning! He swiftly made a cut on the left and right testicles.
Years of skill were not wasted; he threw away the blade, pinched the testicles between his thumb and index finger, and then squeezed hard—
“Biu.”
The two little round things inside were then squeezed right out.
