Chapter 293 Pork Processing Workshop
“Pah pah pah…”
At noon the next day, firecrackers rang out, and the pork processing workshop jointly set up by Zhao Dashan and his two brothers was officially opened. Almost all the villagers who had nothing to do came to watch. They had different expressions, and they all seemed a little confused as to why Zhao Dashan didn't continue to discuss with them and opened the workshop.
"It's quite lively."
Shen Xiangwan got up early and brought Yuan Yue and Yuan Ying to watch. The three of them were smiling and were happy for them from the bottom of their hearts.
All the members of the third branch of the Zhao family, except for the children and the people working in the workshop, were there. In addition, their in-laws also came to help. Led by Zhao Dashan, the men held down the fat pigs one by one, and soon killed more than a dozen of them with their knives. The women had already boiled water, and everyone divided the work and cooperated, busying themselves with scalding the pig skins and scraping the hairs, and they were having a lot of fun.
"Ma'am, there seems to be light in their eyes."
Looking at everyone busy in an orderly manner, Yuanyue curled the corners of her lips slightly. Everyone is working hard for a better life. Only such days can be said to be truly hopeful.
"Um."
Nodding, Shen Xiangwan led them in. The workshop was a deserted yard that they had found temporarily. There was nothing else like it in the countryside, but the place was definitely big enough. There were five main rooms in the yard, and a simple shed on each side, which was used as a place for slaughtering pigs and processing pork. You could smell a strong smell of blood as soon as you entered the door.
From left to right in the main house, one is used for stuffing sausages, one is for curing bacon, one has several large stoves for braising offal and sauced pork ribs, and the two rooms at the edge are a bit dilapidated and are specially used for smoking meat.
The backyard was originally empty. Yesterday afternoon, people from the third branch of the Zhao family built two huge thatched houses with bamboo and thatch. There were rows of bamboo racks inside, which would be used to store smoked sausages and bacon in the future. It would probably serve the same purpose as a warehouse.
“It smells so good.”
A rich aroma of stewed food wafted faintly from the workshop. The villagers gathered outside couldn't help swallowing their saliva and stretched their necks to look inside, trying to find the source of the aroma.
"It should be in the brine."
Shen Xiangwan, who also smelled the fragrance, took the lead and walked towards the room specializing in braising offal and making sauced pork ribs. It was bustling there at the moment. The Wei family's cook was stirring the boiling stew in the pot while teaching two older women how to stew. The others were either busy adding firewood or following behind to learn. The strong aroma of the stew made their mouths water. Even before they tasted it, they knew it must be delicious.
"Wanwan."
"Mrs. Wei."
Seeing them enter the house, everyone greeted them at the same time. Shen Xiangwan smiled and nodded, then walked directly to the stove: "Not bad, it smells very appetizing. I heard that you won't sell all the braised offal and braised pork ribs today, and you want to keep them for yourselves?"
In order to reward everyone for their hard work over the past few months and to let everyone know what the food they sell tastes like, the three Zhao Dashan brothers unanimously decided not to do business today and to keep all the food for themselves.
"Yeah, will Wanwan bring some back with her then?"
The wife of Zhao Dahe from the second room laughed out loud and said that Aunt Wang didn't want to cause trouble for Shen Xiangwan. Even though she had a workshop at home, she didn't ask for leave. All the work done by the women in the workshop was done by her two sisters-in-law.
"No, we just killed a hundred pigs yesterday, and there are still a lot of offal and bones left to eat."
Waving her hand, Shen Xiangwan declined her kindness. No matter how delicious the food was, you would get tired of it if you ate it every day. She had already eaten a lot of braised food yesterday.
"Okay, if you want to eat it next time, just ask someone to get it."
Knowing that she wasn't being polite, Zhao Dahe's wife didn't hesitate. After finishing the job, she said with a smile on her face, "Wanwan, you didn't see it. The fat on those pigs we just killed was two or three fingers thick. It was so delicious."
They seldom see meat, and the rarest thing is fat meat. The fatter the pork, the happier they are.
"Haha...the pigs we raise in the future will all be this fat, and our lives will get better and better."
Hearing this, Shen Xiangwan's smile widened a bit. Is this the true feeling of being human?
"Hey, Wanwan is right."
Even though the pigs they raise have not started to make money yet, Zhao Dahe's wife agrees that their lives this year are much better than in the past. The most obvious thing is that no family in the village has gone hungry this winter.
After chatting with her for a while, Shen Xiangwan took Yuan Yue and Yuan Ying to the room next door where bacon was cured and sausages were made. The production of bacon was very simple, with three taels of salt for ten pounds of meat, and it needed to be cured for at least five days. The meat had to be turned over every day to ensure that all the meat was well-seasoned. The room where bacon was cured was filled with large ceramic jars.
Stuffing sausages is a little more troublesome. The fat needs to be shredded and the lean meat sliced. Then put them in a clean large wooden basin, add powdered seasonings, and marinate for about an hour before stuffing the meat into the casings. After stuffing, you need to blanch them in warm water at 50 to 60 degrees. Use an embroidery needle to poke small holes in each sausage to let in air. Finally, tie a rope and hang it up to dry.
Everyone was cutting meat, adding seasonings, each doing their own job, and busy as a whirlwind.
"Wanwan, how is it? Did we do anything wrong?"
Zhao Dashan strode towards them as he spoke. Seeing that he was sweating profusely, it was obvious that he was very busy.
"No, everyone is doing well. What have you been doing?"
Shaking her head, Shen Xiangwan raised her foot to meet him, as if she hadn't seen him since she started slaughtering pigs.
"I went to the mountains to cut cypress branches to smoke meat. I was afraid the boys at home wouldn't take it seriously, so I went to check it out myself."
In order to run this workshop well, he has not eaten or slept well in the past two days and has lost weight. The good news is that the workshop is officially operational today. Once the first batch of sausages and bacon are sold, they will probably know whether they can really make money.
"Isn't it just chopping off a branch? Why do you need to supervise it personally?"
Shen Xiangwan shook his head in amusement. Just as he was about to change the subject, Zhao Dahe's wife came out with a wooden basin. Seeing them, she immediately trotted over and said, "Brother, Wanwan, come and try the braised food we made ourselves. It's so delicious, and there's no smell at all."
"Let me try it."
Hearing this, Zhao Dashan couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks in the basin, picked up a piece of braised pig intestines and put it in his mouth: "Hmm, delicious, very delicious, I'm sure it can sell for a good price."
If he had some doubts before, he now believed 100% that those smelly sewage could really be sold for money.
[End of this chapter]
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