Qiuer lost both his parents and had two older sisters who were married. He was practically all alone on the grassland. He didn't want to be a burden on his two married sisters, but he wasn't old enough to settle down and start a family. So he sold his cattle and sheep and went to work in another city all by himself.
After listening to him finish speaking, Shen Shixun patted him on the shoulder, "You're young, but you're quite robust."
Chur nodded. "What should I do?"
"There's a machine here. I'll show you how to operate it."
"I'm good at killing cattle and sheep, and I'm also good at skinning them."
"Really? Soon?"
"It's even faster than the ones on our grasslands."
So young, yet such a formidable character. Shen Shixun assigned tasks to everyone else and placed Qiu Er in a room behind the farm.
Although he was not there, the farm and the adjacent processing plant were built according to his ideas. From the outside, the vast grassland had a tin house next to a cattle pen and a sheep pen, all of different sizes, seemingly clustered together, but the pens were also separated from each other.
Qiu'er wasn't lying. He was extremely experienced in killing cattle and sheep. He could easily kill yaks much larger than himself, skin them, and butcher them all in one smooth motion without any unnecessary movements.
After sitting down, Qiu Er still had blood on his hands and some on his face. "Boss, all done."
"Then cut it up and make it into jerky. Do you know how to make jerky?"
"meeting."
Shen Shixun couldn't specify what each person should do, because there was no single task that could be done by one person all day long; everyone had to be busy with both big and small matters.
It would be good to assign these six or seven people to do odd jobs.
We'll make other arrangements once things are truly on track.
Have you ever had a girlfriend?
Qiu Er was taken aback, then shook his head. "Not yet."
"Make money and find a girlfriend."
"I want to go back to the grasslands to look for it."
Shen Shixun laughed, "Han girls are even prettier, their skin is as white as snow."
"Han girls are pretentious and can't be supported."
That's true, but we can't blame them.
These girls grew up in such a good place, and their starting point was much higher than that of the people in the grassland tribes. They didn't have to rely on themselves too much, so they were well raised and got used to wanting everything to be good.
"Is it possible that we men aren't capable enough to support them?"
Qiu Er glanced at him, then slashed the butcher's knife at the meat on the chopping board. "What's the use of having such fair skin if you don't like Han girls?"
"That's because you're still clueless, you haven't fully matured yet!"
Shen Shixun and Qiu Er's conversation was overheard by the other men. They were doing odd jobs here and there. Although they had just met, they all came from the grasslands and got along well, joking with each other in Gong language.
"Too small. And having fair skin isn't good for a woman? What else do you want?"
"Don't dream about it. Han girls look down on us. They think we're poor and that we don't bathe."
"Chul, when you're older you'll know just how delicious a woman with fair skin really is..."
Everyone stared at Benhao, who was speaking.
"What, you've tried it?"
Benhao didn't speak, just smiled without saying a word. Qiuer frowned, not used to these grown men making such suggestive jokes so casually. "Han women are pretentious. If you asked me to find one, I wouldn't choose one of these women."
"She's troublesome and doesn't know how to manage money; she just squanders it all and can't be supported."
"The problem of not being able to support them is not the women's problem, it's our men's problem."
"Boss Shen is experienced."
Shen Shixun lowered his head and continued working, saying nothing more. How could he not understand that it had nothing to do with Xiang Nanzhi? It was his incompetence, his problem.
He buried himself in his work, trying his best to put these things out of his mind.
By the end of the day, Shen Shixun had made Qiu Er kill more than a dozen yaks. Qiu Er and the others thought he had gone mad. Why would he kill so many yaks? One yak was enough to feed a family in the tribe for half a month.
Shen Shixun had the others cut the yak meat into jerky, and then had Qiu Er slice the meat from two of the yaks and, following a recipe, began to add ingredients to the meat.
The Chinese characters are not easy for most people to understand, and the small print on the ingredient list of canned food seems like astronomical figures to them.
Shen Shixun recognized her; when he looked at the ingredient list, he pictured Xiang Nanzhi's serious expression as she taught him.
"If you study hard and look at them more, you'll definitely recognize them. Even if you don't recognize them, they'll recognize you and remind you."
He read the instructions aloud, and everyone put their food in and on the scale. The meat from one yak was enough for several large basins. They poured the meat into the cleaned equipment, each person stood in a position, and started putting in boxes. They stood guard at the exit, and one can after another came out immediately.
The machine can automatically heat up and cook the beef, and automatically package it into portions; all of this is thanks to Zhang Yandong.
City folks are far more capable at this than these roughnecks; Zhang Yandong knows what kind of equipment is good…
The few Gong ethnic men, who had never seen much of the world, stared dumbfounded as cans of food came out one after another. They asked Shen Shixun, "Is that all?"
"Alright, just put the things in as I just read them out, and there won't be any problems."
"I did everything exactly as you said."
"Shall we try it?"
Shen Shixun put down what he was holding, picked up a small can, and gently pulled the tab. A fragrant aroma of yak meat wafted out. "You should all try one."
Where did these strange, huge machines come from? How are they so powerful?
After finishing a can of food, everyone was satisfied and nodded.
Shen Shixun was also very satisfied; he had actually succeeded on his first attempt.
Rooney only knows how to raise cattle and sheep, keeping males and females together to breed and let the cows and ewes give birth. Fortunately, he came back and succeeded on the first try. After that, he knew how to start, and all he needed to do was have his lover watch the birthing.
However, freshly processed canned goods have a certain shelf life. He has both cattle and sheep, and he has the equipment. All that's left is to cut the road.
"Great, really great. It takes me, A-Jia, half a day to make blood sausage. This machine is amazing, truly amazing."
Everyone was shocked, having never heard of it before and having tasted it themselves.
Shen Shixun smiled with satisfaction as he looked at the machine in front of him.
“Qiuer, Benhao.”
"Hey, boss."
"After we finish eating, we'll go kill a yak."
"Killed again?"
"kill."
He had already tasted the canned products, and there were also several large machines specifically for processing dried meat, which could automatically cut and dry the meat.
Boneless yak meat was thrown in, and everyone went about their other business. Shen Shixun stood by the machine, with a huge bucket behind him. He couldn't help but want to light a cigarette, but he resisted the urge.
In the city, smoking is absolutely prohibited in places like this, so he forcefully put the cigarette back down from his mouth.
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