Chapter 3
I really hope that in the future all the cheat codes will come with an instruction manual or something.
Lin Weilun looked at the chicken legs, then at the endless stream of customers in front of the stall, and tentatively ordered some other chicken.
【A piece of gout chicken breast】
[Chicken wings of a chicken with fatty liver syndrome]
Lin Weilun:…….
Well, the sick chicken is having a party.
So not just live animals, but even the meat from animals is acceptable?
What about other parts, like fur or horns?
There is no answer to this question yet.
The young people's attention returned to chicken.
In theory, sick livestock must undergo strict inspection by veterinarians and obtain confirmation and signature before they can enter the slaughterhouse.
If the livestock died of disease, almost no slaughterhouse would be willing to accept them.
But again, in this era, detection methods were limited and limited, relying entirely on manual observation by veterinarians. After the government's long neglect of agriculture, many veterinarians changed careers, so it's not surprising that some areas were out of reach.
Lin Weilun estimated that the proprietress probably had no idea that the chicken in her hands was actually problematic, not to mention the customers who were attracted by the fat, tender and fresh chicken.
Everyone was holding the cheap chicken, waiting to go home for a delicious meal, with a look of satisfaction and happiness on their faces.
What would happen if they knew the truth?
Lin Weilun turned around calmly and went to one or two other poultry stalls.
You don’t know until you turn it, and you’ll be shocked when you do.
The poultry meat on almost every stall has some problems. Although eating it may not have an impact on your health, the probability of getting sick is too high.
And all of them have gout and fatty liver. Could it be that all these chickens come from the same farm? To have so many cases of gout and fatty liver... are they being fed with all kinds of fish and meat?
That farmer should be awarded a Master of Generosity medal.
With a quick glance, he came to the first stall and found the proprietress who looked quite easy to talk to. "Hello, ma'am, do you have whole live chickens for sale?"
The proprietress took the time to look back at him. Her men were still busy chopping bones for the customer. Amidst the clacking sound, she quickly shook her head and said, "If you want to buy a whole one, you can go to the slaughterhouse or the farmhouse in the next village. They don't sell them at the market."
Although the proprietress smiled warmly, she was also quite worried. She neither mentioned the name of the slaughterhouse nor the specific farmhouse.
Lin Weilun thanked him, knowing that he would not get anything out of him.
He temporarily suppressed the question and took some effort to feel around for the chicken on the stall before finding a few pieces of healthy chicken. He immediately paid for three pounds.
His strange movements caused people around him to look at him frequently, as if they were looking at a pervert.
Lin Weilun ignored them all, walked away, and went to the seasoning store to pack some seasonings. Then he bought a basket of eggs, a small bag of flour, and finally some honey, put them in a paper bag, and went home.
When he passed by a wine shop on the way, it happened to be on sale, so he walked in without hesitation and bought a bottle of cheap red wine.
After returning home, Lin Weilun looked through the fresh vegetables that Mrs. Alma had sent him last night and found a few brightly colored red peppers at the bottom.
The freshly picked red peppers are crispy. Wash them and mash them into a paste. Add wine to make a sauce, then add chili powder and black pepper to season.
Taste it, it's a bit bland, sprinkle some salt on it.
Well, the taste is almost done, so he turned to deal with the chicken.
Cut the chicken skin separately and fry it in oil, add chopped onion and chili powder and stir-fry until fragrant, then add the blanched chicken pieces and season with salt and bay leaves.
The tender white skin browned almost instantly, like a crispy wall outside the smoothest meat.
A gentle prick with a fork and translucent juices ooze out. Then, diced tomatoes and chopped onions are added, followed by the freshly prepared red pepper sauce. The sea of red immediately engulfs the chicken, spreading madly into the deepest parts, following the tiny holes previously pierced by the fork.
In an instant, the rich aroma of the red pepper sauce scalded by chicken oil swirled like a mushroom cloud, completely enveloping the small house and spreading through the open window into the alley.
"What is that? Why does it smell so good?" The farmer holding the goose stopped and kept sniffing it. His mouth seemed to be opened and he was drooling with greed.
Alma, who had just opened the clinic door and was about to call the next patient, was stunned and couldn't help but take a deep breath. "Oh my God, whose new cooking is this? It smells so good!"
The gentleman with the cane, the girl walking her dog, and the people walking in the alley all stopped subconsciously, shocked and immersed in the sudden fragrance.
Even on the main street outside the alley, people were peeking in. England's reserve seemed to have been completely abandoned at this moment. People looked at each other and asked each other, "Hey! What's that smell? Is there a new restaurant somewhere?"
"Okay, Tank, stop yelling! Didn't we just eat before we left? Although I also... but we shouldn't... Oh my God! Stop yelling!"
"Which one is it? If I could have a bite, I'd pay a pound for it!"
Lin Weilun had no idea what was happening outside; he was busy frying lemon cookies.
The base is made of lemon zest and juice, the sweetness is provided by honey and butter, and the final touch is chopped almonds donated by Mrs. Alma.
Take a bite, the rich taste extends from the mouth all the way to the stomach, and the rich aroma envelops the whole person.
The stewed chicken is also very good. Because it is fried first, the skin of the chicken is crispy and the chicken inside is juicy.
The perfect amount of spiciness permeates every inch, like little hooks that hook onto the soft flesh in your mouth and immediately release a richer and more complex aroma.
Especially the red wine, which not only makes the chicken softer, but its light fruity aroma also neutralizes the fishy smell of the chicken, leaving only the most intense taste experience.
Lin Weilun let out a contented sigh, but he didn't know what was happening outside, it sounded so chaotic.
In order not to be disturbed, he got up, closed the window, and poured himself another glass of red wine.
“Happy to travel, happy to live.”
When your body is nourished, you will sleep more comfortably.
Early the next morning, Lin Weilun made some simple noodles and cooked them together with the leftover red pepper chicken from last night. Then he came to the clinic in high spirits.
At that time, Alma and Ferry were having breakfast. They invited Lin Weilun but he declined, so they could only pour him a cup of tea.
The long table was filled with smoked sausages and mashed potatoes, a standard English breakfast that Mr. Ferry had praised yesterday.
But now, both of them were eating absentmindedly. There was only a little bit of mashed potatoes left, and half of the sausage was left.
"I don't have anything against you, Alma, it's just that the smell yesterday was really..."
"I understand, sir. It's not just you. The whole street is looking for you. I heard that even the chef of the Fox Tavern was alarmed, but he came out too late and the smell had already dissipated."
"Who on earth is going to open a restaurant on this street?" Old Ferry asked. "I've never heard of it."
Alma shook his head. "No matter who it is, if he opens it, the Fox Tavern will probably be finished."
As the two were talking, neither noticed that the young man who was drinking tea had paused.
No matter how greedy you are, you still have to do your work.
This morning was all outpatient consultations.
Old Ferry got in his 28-year-old Ford and drove out of town with his new assistant.
The clean air brings the scent of the wilderness, and the entire valley stretches out before your eyes in the morning light. The outlines of the surrounding mountains seem to be plated with a layer of gold, and the continuous farmland and grassland are like a thick carpet, quietly covering the entire earth.
The town of Denham was surrounded by countless ranches and farms, most of which were Ferry's clients.
"That's why I'm so busy," the old man said loudly, his elbows resting on the car window. "Not only do I have to take care of the patients in the clinic, but I also have to go out for consultations, sometimes even at night. This job is much harder than I imagined."
"I understand, sir," Lin Weilun said with a serious face, "I have been prepared since the day I stepped into the Royal Veterinary College."
The old man nodded in satisfaction, and then he heard someone next to him ask, "Sir, do you know which farmhouse the chicken at the nearest market comes from?"
"It could be the Stewarts in the east. They own the largest chicken and goose farms in the area. Or it could be Paul's in the north. Their prices are low and they're very popular with small vendors." Ferry glanced at him. "Why are you asking?"
The young man smiled and said, "I bought some last night. It tastes great with mashed potatoes, so I asked."
Old Ferry's eyes turned to pity. "If you can't eat well alone, don't be embarrassed. You can come over anytime. Alma will definitely welcome you. Young men like you who just graduated from college, how can you cook? Don't make yourself sick by choking on mashed potatoes every day."
Not long after, they stopped in front of a farmhouse.
A burly man was waiting for them at the door, holding his beret. When he saw the Ford stop, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hey! Ferry, you're here at last! Come over here, I've separated the cows."
"Hey! Wait a minute," Ferry followed him in a few steps. "Ferdinand, what's going on? What's wrong with the cow?"
"I don't know. The cow started to act strangely a week ago. It kept circling in the barn, foaming at the mouth, shaking constantly, and liked to bang its head against the pillars..." He was halfway through his speech when he suddenly saw the young man following him silently. "Who is that?"
"The clinic's new assistant, Viren Lingert," Ferry said nonchalantly. "He's very capable, very smart, and very professional. He took me a long time to find this elite."
Lin Weilun smiled and nodded to Ferdinand.
But the farmer looked him up and down, snorted indifferently, turned his head and continued talking to old Ferry.
It was obvious that he looked down on this new assistant who was pale, tall and thin.
Ferdinand led the two men into the cowshed, and Lin Weilun saw two dog chains thrown casually in the corner outside the cowshed.
He didn't pay much attention to it. Almost every ranch had dogs, it was normal. He followed him into the cowshed.
It can be seen that Ferdinand's family conditions are not particularly good. The cowshed is built with various kinds of wood. Some of the wood is obviously waste picked up from various places. The color and wood grain are all different, and it looks messy.
There was a lot of hay spread in the corner, and the mud mixed with cow dung dyed the ground another color. Even if the door was wide open, it couldn't cover up the stench.
Lin Weilun waxed his only pair of shoes and realized that he had to add a pair of rubber rain boots to tonight's shopping list.
All the other cows were driven out to graze, and only the cow with the problem was standing inside. There was a lot of white foam around its mouth, its body was trembling, its steps were unstable, and its head often hit the pillar in front of it.
This is a bull.
"It will be time to send him off in a few days," Ferdinand said, resting his hands on the fence and looking only at Ferry. "Give me some strong medicine so you don't have to make another trip to the slaughterhouse before he goes to the slaughterhouse."
The old man didn't say "OK" nor refused, but waved back, "Lingert, get ready. When I'm done, you can come and see it too."
Ferdinand pursed his lips and looked at the young man with suspicion and distrust.
But Old Ferry had already personally inspected it, so he didn't say anything else. He just recounted the cow's journey over the past few days. "It hasn't eaten anything strange. Every day it just goes to the creek to drink water and the pasture to graze. The hay I bought is fine too; it's been there for a long time. Did it get heatstroke? It's been unbearably hot lately."
He couldn't help but complain after he finished, "Oh, these are going to be sent to the slaughterhouse soon, and you're wasting my money. If it weren't getting worse, I wouldn't even need to contact you and would have contacted the truck directly. Ferry, it won't delay the slaughter, right?"
His worries are not without reason.
Agricultural breeding was not very developed in 1928, and manpower still occupied a large part of the economy. The spectacular sight of a family with hundreds of cows was not so common.
In the countryside, the smallest farmhouse may only have a few cows.
Almost all of their family's food, clothing and other expenses for the year come from these livestock, so each one is extremely precious.
The same is true of Ferdinand's family.
The old veterinarian didn't rush to answer. He looked at the trembling cow thoughtfully, "Are you sure you haven't eaten anything strange? Or come into contact with anything strange?"
"I confirm it, I swear to God!" Ferdinand held up three fingers. "So it's heatstroke? Is it heatstroke? If it's heatstroke, then it's fine. It won't affect its fate in a few days."
"No, I'm afraid I'll disappoint you," the old man shook his head and motioned for his assistant to come forward and check. He approached the farmer and lowered his voice, "Heatstroke doesn't affect vision, Ferdie. Haven't you noticed? This cow's pupils are moving slowly, indicating that its vision is weakening. Perhaps it's poisoning, lead or some poisonous plant, I can't be sure. Ferdie, has it really not been exposed to anything strange?"
"Really!" Ferdinand said anxiously. "They were walking along the same exact path as usual. There was nothing on the road. I had more than a dozen cows walking together. The others were fine, only this one had a problem. Is the poisoning serious? Ferry, it only has a few days to go before it's ready for slaughter!"
"It's not a big problem." The old veterinarian walked around the cowshed and didn't find anything suspicious. The feed and hay were normal, and there was no lead paint or anything like that on the wood that the cows could touch.
As for the river that Ferdy had described, Old Ferry knew it too. It was a flowing stream that flowed from the valley, and the livestock on several nearby ranches also drank from it.
He explained in a low voice, "If it's lead poisoning, just feed them some probiotic salts and they'll be fine. Other poisonous plants will require gastric lavage and medication. But it's not a big deal. The cattle aren't seriously ill, and they can be slaughtered normally after a few days of treatment."
Hearing this, Ferdinand breathed a sigh of relief, "Then let's go out and see if there's anything bad growing on the road. Treat it quickly, I don't want to delay making money."
But Ferry didn't move. He looked at the young man who had stopped walking, his hand still on the bull's head. "How's it going, Lingert?"
Lin Weilun took off his stethoscope, turned around, and said calmly, "This is a parasitic infection, sir. I'm afraid this cow is beyond saving. And I think we should immediately check all the other cows in this barn. I'm worried that the parasites have spread widely."
He withdrew his hand from stroking the sick cow.
In mid-air where no one could see, a line of text instantly disappeared.
The line of words was a bit long, but very clear and concise——
[A cow with hydatids in its brain]
On the other side, Ferdinand's expression changed suddenly.
"You black-hearted guy! What the hell are you talking about?!"
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