Chapter 203 Killing Pigs

Shen Qingyue told her elder sister about the pig slaughtering.

Chen Mei said, "Kill it." Recently, people from the pig farm have been coming to see it every day.

She said she didn't want to sell it, but the pig farm still refused to give up.

The people at the pig farm didn’t know why the piglets, which were also produced by their factory, were raised so well in Shen Mei’s hands?

The butcher was from a nearby village, a professional who specialized in this business. He had the same equipment as the rope, knife, and other tools.

Chen Mei specially picked out a few big pigs and planned to slaughter them tomorrow.

Shen Qingyue didn't know that since the news of the pig slaughter spread, not only the villagers were excited, but even the people in other villages heard about it.

Every household had relatives in other villages, and they all passed on information secretly.

"Hey, Shen Qingyue's family in our village is going to slaughter a pig. Would you like to buy some? Even the people at the pig farm praised their pigs for being well-raised!"

The nearby villages all had money from selling grain. Every household needed to buy pork, as good pigs were rare. When they heard about this, their eyes lit up: "Buy it! What time does it start?"

"I don't know the exact time. But if you want to kill a pig, it's better to do it early than late."

"You're right. Well, let's have a meal at home today!"

The messenger informed the man, saying, "It's terrible! I have to go to the county to inform my sister-in-law. She has long asked me to find out where she can find a real country pig. Whether she comes or not is one thing, I have to let her know."

"Hey, that makes sense."

…

Even Master Chen called his apprentices who were far away in the provincial capital and said, "Hey, this pig is so good, why don't you buy some?"

Who among the chefs can resist this temptation?

Especially since the master called personally. That pig must be amazing! Otherwise, it wouldn't be worthy of the master's approval.

"I need eight pig legs. I just wanted to make a cured ham last time." Now I have the chance. I can cure it myself and air-dry it for three to five years. It will be a family heirloom.

Old Chen was so angry that he kept cursing: "Get lost! I look like eight pig legs to you! You are so greedy! They only killed three pigs."

The person on the other end of the phone was the head chef. He was so majestic outside, but he had to smile even in front of his teacher: "Give me as much as you can. I'll take a leave and go back to get it. Master, you are my dear master. Don't tell anyone else about this." He was talking about his fellow apprentices and so on.

Who doesn’t want good stuff?

That group of people were like bandits, with some money in their hands. If you tell them, they have to buy everything.

Mr. Chen hung up the phone without a pause and refused to tolerate them.

When he does things, he can be influenced by his apprentices.

Although there are many disciples, they must be treated equally.

Even though all his disciples are grown men, the oldest of whom is almost fifty years old, they are all jealous of each other.

If his disciples knew about this, whoever told him would be forced to ask for leave and come back to argue with him.

Mr. Chen made a round of phone calls.

The little notebook was almost full. After I hung up the phone, I took a look and saw that these wicked guys were all trying to pick on the pig's leg.

There are also people who want pig's trotters and pig's tails. Then there are people who want ribs, lean meat and fat meat.

His apprentices wanted five pigs. Especially the apprentices in the provincial capital, who directly asked for half a pig, saying that the local pigs were not enough for gifts!

Old Chen was speechless. These beasts were really rude.

But I have to tell Shen Qingyue.

Shen Qingyue was also a little dumbfounded when she heard this. She said, "Then I'll tell my eldest sister to drive out five more."

Seeing Shen Qingyue agreed so readily, Mr. Chen felt really embarrassed.

People kill pigs for their own food.

Even the pig farm hadn't sold any of the stock. There were only twenty large pigs left, and he'd taken a quarter of them himself.

Chen Laodao: "I can cure ham, this time I will make it for you myself. I will also make cured pork ribs and sausage."

Master Chen hasn't been out for many years. Just looking at how talented his disciples are, you can tell how delicious Master Chen's cooking must be.

When Shen Qingyue heard this, she immediately said, "That's fine."

She had a few old hams in her storeroom. Every ham she ate was one less.

Even the chefs are reluctant to use it, and use it piece by piece. If it is not cooked well, it will be a waste of food.

Now that Mr. Chen is helping, the project is resumed immediately.

We decided to keep both the pork legs and pork ribs and ask Mr. Chen to cook them.

After it’s done, I don’t plan to sell it. I’ll keep it for my own consumption.

You can't eat master-grade ham and cured pork ribs at any time.

Shen Qingyue went to tell her elder sister again.

Chen Mei said, "It's all in my mind. I knew killing three wasn't enough."

I picked a few more and circled them separately.

Chen Mei said, "There are only twenty large pigs this time. But the second batch of pigs will be raised before the New Year, so they can be slaughtered."

Chen Mei has started to clean out the pigpen these days.

I built it large when I first built it. After six months of raising pigs, I've accumulated a lot of experience. This time, I ordered 100 piglets directly from the farm.

Generally, pigs are not raised in the village in winter.

Because pigs do not gain weight in winter, they only eat food without wild vegetables, pig grass or anything like that. It is not cost-effective to feed them with only grain.

But Shen Mei planned to keep raising the pigs.

The main thing is that the swill is readily available. If she doesn't use it to raise pigs, it would be a waste.

Who cares whether you gain weight or not.

Just willing to support it.

The next morning, the butcher's family of three arrived. Two brothers brought their nephew with them. They handled everything from catching the pig to butchering it.

It arrived just after dawn, around four in the morning.

Killing a pig is hard work.

Chen Mei said, "It was said before that we would kill three, but we need to kill eight with all our strength."

The butcher said, "Okay, kill as many as you want." They hadn't expected that this trip would be such a big job.

Even the butcher couldn't help but say, "Oh my god, this pig is so good."

He had been slaughtering pigs for so many years that he could tell a good pig at a glance. He had originally agreed to pay for the pig, but now that he saw the pig, he suddenly changed his mind.

"I don't want money anymore. You can use pork to pay for your labor." Money is always available, but good pigs are rare.

"Okay." The eldest sister agreed.

The butcher's nephew said, "Let's buy some pig's blood too."

The eldest sister said generously: "Pig blood is free, I'll give you a basin."

The three butchers were immediately overjoyed, as they had met a generous master.

Pig blood is also a good thing. Mix it with eggs, add salt, pepper, etc., steam it in a pot, and blanch it until it is tender. It tastes better than egg custard.