I was inexperienced and didn't put water in the hair removal pool. I turned on the tap and hot water came out instantly. I soaked in the pool and didn't worry about it. The hair removal was automatic.
According to the operation flow chart, after depilating, you need to open the chest. There is no machine for this step, so you can only do it yourself. Wear a mask, goggles, cut-resistant gloves, and a waterproof leather apron worn over the raincoat.
He used a hook to follow the conveyor belt to the next operating table. He polished the butcher knife, practiced for a long time, and then found a marker to draw a straight line.
I thought about myself as a kid, slaughtering chickens and ducks, taking a deep breath, and then cutting along the black lines. The pungent smell was so strong I could smell it even through the mask.
I was not familiar with it the first time and the pig's blood was washed away with the water. I used a retractor to open the pig's stomach, took out all the internal organs, and rinsed them back and forth with water.
The pig's stomach is rinsed clean with high pressure, and then it is hung up with a hook and rinsed repeatedly. The splitter opens, and the pig is split into two halves by sliding it along the hinge.
Following the diagram posted on the wall, I cut the meat bit by bit, using a small cutter for any parts that wouldn't fit. Finally finished, I was completely awful. Wearing this outfit, I cleaned the slaughterhouse again, switching on the cleaning mode for disinfection.
My leather skirt, gloves, and raincoat are all soaked in 84. It's almost 9 o'clock. Thanks to high-tech products, I can now clean a pig.
After washing the soaked leather skirt and gloves, I took them outside to dry. I brought the meat directly to the cafeteria and filled several large basins.
I took out a large pot and started to stir-fry the spices: coarse salt, Sichuan peppercorns, aniseed, cinnamon, and bay leaves. I turned off the heat and waited for the spices to cool. I took the large basin of offal and started to wash them one by one in the large kitchen sink.
The rest is bearable, but washing the large intestine and pig stomach is really unbearable. N95 is not very effective either. Pour flour, vinegar and alkaline noodles into a basin.
Put the large intestine and pig stomach in, put on gloves and grab it! After washing it four or five times, it was finally clean. After washing all the internal organs, clean the sink and the large basin, and throw away the gloves.
Rub the meat with the fried salt, sprinkle with strong white wine, marinate and set aside. Throw the old clothes you took off after taking a shower directly into the trash can.
The pig farm is amazing. Even when there's no electricity, you can use the machine and the trash can automatically dispose of the garbage. I don't know how it works, but it really makes things easier for me.
Lying in bed, I always feel like I smell like pig shit. I wake up this morning and can't even eat. I slack off at work, then come home to turn the meat over and start marinating. I saw online that it takes three days to marinate, then smoke it for another two weeks. I went to Aunt Liu's house this weekend, and she was late for the bacon.
I also had to think about remitting money at noon, 5 yuan per person. The original owner had received it for four years, and Uncle Liu had given her a list of seven people. Her monthly salary was 39.8 yuan, plus travel allowances, for a total of 46.2 yuan. She also received a two-year pension subsidy of 10 yuan per month.
My goodness, these uncles and aunts haven't been doing well these days. They're high-ranking and well-paid, but they can't afford to support more people. Uncle Liu also estimated her salary and gave it to these people.
I counted the money and put it with the list, then ran over during lunch break. If I waited until she got off work, the post office would have already closed. I slept through the morning and went straight to the post office without eating.
"Hello, remittance," she said to the staff inside. The knitting lady handed Jiang Cha a remittance slip. "Sister, I need seven remittance slips, seven envelopes, and stationery stamps."
The elder sister put down her sweater and counted the envelopes and stamps. "Envelopes are 2 cents, stamps are 3 cents, and three pieces of letter paper are 1 cent. I got seven pieces of letter paper for 2 cents, so the total is 37 cents." She gave the money to the elder sister inside and quickly wrote seven letters beside the counter.
The general content was: Hello, I am the family member of your father's comrade-in-arms. I send you 5 yuan every month. I hope you study hard and grow up healthily. Write her back with the address on Wanshou Road.
After packing the letter and affixing the stamp, I filled out the remittance form and the money and handed them to my elder sister. She didn't stop counting the 35 yuan to be remitted.
Then she asked Jiang Cha to give her 3.5 cents as remittance fee, and stamped each with the post office's seal and her personal seal. After finishing the work, she finally had time to ask her, who are you sending money to?
I carefully said they were relatives, they were indeed a family, a big family. I didn't know whether she believed it or not, so I took my bag and ran back to the office.
I was in a daze when the section chief called me away. "Go to Siping next Monday. Our factory needs to purchase three loaders. Tomorrow is Sunday, so go directly on Monday. I'll give you a letter of introduction and a train ticket. Bring your work ID. The trip will be long, so bring two extra sets of clothes."
We'll just bring the truck back and pay you when the goods arrive. If you can't order a truck, call us and we'll help you out." Being on a business trip isn't exactly pleasant, but it's more fun than just sitting around in the factory.
I went home to pack my luggage for the business trip. It was still a big bag, with three sets of clothes and a slightly thicker coat. I also brought two bags of biscuits, a water bottle, and an umbrella.
Inside the space was a box of various coupons, all taken from Director Wang's home. Sorting them out, there were over 700 kilograms of national grain coupons and over 200 kilograms of national meat coupons. The remaining industrial coupons, watch coupons, and sewing machine coupons were all universal.
I have some expiring bills that I need to use in the next two days. It'd be a shame if I wasted them. Seeing it wasn't too late, I headed out to the nearest state-owned restaurant. I picked up some braised pork ribs and homemade tofu and brought them back.
I've been messing around with this pork lately, and it's not going anywhere. It's quite troublesome to consume so many near-dated bills at once.
She was carrying her small bag, with her woolen sweater placed alone, and in her net bag were tin boxes of candies, chocolates, Sanniu biscuits, five-spice beans, pear paste candies, cigarettes and half a pound of tea.
We were waiting for Goudan to pick her up at the agreed time. If she got up late, he would squeeze her again. People are so strange. The original owner grew up with Goudan and didn't pay much attention to him. But she thought he was a good friend, a close friend, and if she worked harder, she could become a lifelong friend!
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