Zhou Yang raised an eyebrow. "Jindu Meat Processing Plant? Do you have live cattle?"

The boss clapped his hands. "Of course! This is the largest slaughterhouse in Jindu. Most of the cattle and sheep in the city are slaughtered here. Dozens of cattle are slaughtered every day!"

"They just slaughtered a cow there, maybe they have that... uh... rare stuff you're looking for!"

As the stall owner spoke, he pointed Zhou Yang in a general direction.

Zhou Yang's eyes lit up. "Thanks, boss!"

He immediately turned and left, using his phone's navigation to speed towards the Jindu Meat Processing Plant on the outskirts of the city.

Forty minutes later, the Pagani stopped at the entrance of the meat processing plant.

To Zhou Yang's surprise, there was no scene of blood flowing everywhere and a foul stench as he had imagined.

The entire factory area is well-planned and tidy, with clean roads and modern factory buildings.

Although there was a faint smell of livestock and blood in the air, it was not particularly strong or pungent, indicating that the management was quite standardized.

Zhou Yang parked his car and walked straight to a small building with a sign that read "Office Area".

After a brief questioning, he was quickly taken to the factory manager's office.

"Hello, are you here to purchase goods?"

The factory manager looked up from his phone, saw Zhou Yang, and asked politely.

Zhou Yang stated his purpose directly: "Hello boss, my surname is Zhou, and I would like to buy some things from you."

"Oh? What would you like to buy, Mr. Zhou? The quality of our pork, beef, and mutton is guaranteed."

The factory manager thought a big customer had arrived, so he got up to pour water for Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang smiled slightly, "I don't want meat and offal. What I want is the undigested grass and gastric juices from the third and fourth stomachs of the cows you just slaughtered."

"What?!"

The factory manager shuddered, spilling some of the water from the disposable paper cup.

He handed the water to Zhou Yang, frowning in surprise. "You want the feed from the cow's stomach? Brother Zhou, you're not kidding me, are you?"

He sized up Zhou Yang, his eyes filled with suspicion and uncertainty: "That thing... can you eat it? Or can it cure diseases?"

Zhou Yang took a sip of water and laughed, "Of course it's edible, and it's even a specialty dish. I just don't know if it's convenient for you to sell it to me..."

"It's convenient... but..."

The factory manager frowned, looking utterly bewildered. "Once our slaughtering process is complete, the stomach contents are treated as waste. The excrement and urine from the wastewater are sold to farmers for composting."

"You want this thing... never mind, I'll give you a pot for free."

He looked at Zhou Yang and shook his head helplessly.

Zhou Yang shook his head, "No need. If you're selling, I'll buy it for five yuan per jin, how about that?"

"Five yuan per pound?!"

The factory manager was shocked again; cow dung could actually sell for five yuan a pound!

That's quite expensive.

but--

"Brother Zhou, to be honest, I still don't believe this thing is edible."

The factory manager rubbed his hands together. "Anyway, these things have to be disposed of according to regulations. I don't want your money. I just want you to make this thing so I can see it for myself and have a taste!"

"If you can really eat a lot, I'll save as much as you want for you in the future!"

Zhou Yang found this amusing.

Alright, let's let the factory manager, the first "customer," have a taste first, as a kind of preview.

"no problem!"

Zhou Yang readily agreed, "Boss, you're so generous! Then I'll take this opportunity to test my skills."

"Great! That's satisfying!"

Seeing that he agreed so readily, the factory manager waved his hand and said, "Come on! I'll take you to the slaughterhouse!"

The factory manager led Zhou Yang through several disinfection channels before they entered the slaughterhouse.

Contrary to Zhou Yang's expectations of bloodshed and chaos, the place was bright and clean, with a high degree of automation.

One by one, the quarantined cattle are secured on the assembly line. With the precise operation of the robotic arm, from stunning and bleeding to butchering, the whole process is efficient and... relatively "civilized".

"We now have the latest electric shock stun equipment here. The cows basically don't feel any pain before their lives end, which is humane."

The factory manager introduced the factory from the side, his tone tinged with pride.

Soon, the assembly line reached the gutting stage.

Several workers wearing white waterproof work clothes, masks and gloves deftly removed the cow's internal organs and sorted them.

The factory manager shouted to an experienced old worker, "Old Li! Carefully empty the contents of this cow's third and fourth stomachs; this Boss Zhou wants them!"

"Huh? You want that one?"

The master, known as Lao Li, paused for a moment, looked up, and his eyes above the mask were full of doubt, but he still did as he was told.

He carefully cut open the cow's reticulum and omasum, and a strong, indescribable odor instantly filled the air!

It was a complex smell, a mixture of the sourness of fermented grass, the stench of cow dung, and some indescribable fishy odor—it was incredibly intoxicating!

A handful of dark green, viscous slurry was poured into a stainless steel basin, containing some undigested grass fibers.

"vomit……"

Several younger workers nearby couldn't hold it in and almost vomited on the spot. They pinched their noses and backed away.

Previously, this stuff would be eaten as soon as it was served, and then it would be taken away by the machine.

Why did they specifically take it out this time?

Looking at the color and smelling the aroma, the factory manager couldn't help but open and close his mouth several times.

Aside from not having any solidification, what's the difference between this and something pulled straight from a cow's rear end?!

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