dognovel Chapter 97: Pressing the Pig [Please Subscribe]
Chapter 97: Pressing the Pig [Please Subscribe]
Chapter 97: Pressing the Pig [Please Subscribe]
after that.
Fang Hu and his men finally brought back a black pig and dragged it directly to Fang Hao's house.
Get ready to slaughter the pig on site!
At this moment, there was a huge, dark mass of people.
All the thugs and hooligans in the village came.
Several tables were set up in the courtyard and at the entrance, and dozens of people were waiting to eat the soup (pig slaughter) meal.
What a lively event!
It's impossible not to join in the fun.
If it weren't for Fang Hao paying for it.
Even among dozens of people, they might not be able to scrape together a few hundred yuan.
A pig isn't cheap.
It might take a rural family in the countryside half a year to earn this amount of money.
"Hurry up!"
"Who's in charge of controlling the pigs?"
Fang Hao immediately shouted.
The black pig was tied by the feet with rope, just waiting for the water to boil so it could be slaughtered.
This is no small project!
A local black pig weighing two to three hundred pounds needs to be bled, its hair scraped off, gutted, and butchered. Only after the whole process is completed is it considered finished.
"I'll do it!"
"Ah Gou Da, Dian San, you guys come and help too, each of you hold down one leg—"
Fang Hu immediately led his men to suppress the pig.
After all, these kinds of things can be decided in a minute.
And they were very enthusiastic.
"Yankees!"
"I'll leave the bloodletting to you—"
Fang Hao then turned to Fang Qiang and said.
The other person's father had slaughtered pigs for more than ten years before he passed away, so he must have some pig-slaughtering skills from being around him all the time.
"good!"
Fang Qiang did not refuse.
Slaughtering pigs was not a difficult task for him.
A white knife goes in, a red knife comes out.
It's basically a piece of cake.
With his height of over 1.9 meters, he could easily take on this black pig head-on.
He then picked up the butcher knife next to him.
A pig-slaughtering knife is different from an ordinary knife.
It is shaped like a leaf.
The blade was sharp and gleaming.
I'll just use this thing to stick it in later.
"You've got them under control!"
"Don't let it struggle free—"
As Fang Qiang spoke, he prepared to take action.
It would take at least three or four people to raise a pig.
Fang Hu used a rope to wrap around the black pig's left front leg, then wrapped it around its back and stepped on it tightly to prevent it from exerting force, while the others held down its hind legs and body.
Black pigs must be strictly prohibited!
Otherwise, they might be able to break free.
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"Fuck you!"
"Hey, you big dog! Why are you grabbing my foot? Are you already drunk before we've even started drinking?!"
"Hahaha!~"
"Hey, you bastard, are you trying to be funny? They told you to catch a pig, and you just grabbed Crazy Three's thigh instead—"
Before the pigs were even slaughtered...
The group ended up making a fool of themselves.
A person was seen tightly gripping the thigh of the person next to them, mistaking it for a pig's thigh.
Most importantly, he didn't even notice.
The person who was caught struggled several times, but was still held tightly by him.
This prompted him to start swearing.
"Cough cough cough!"
"I was too excited and grabbed the wrong person—"
Ah Gou Da also blushed a little.
The main problem is that he is a little nearsighted.
I didn't pay attention when I was catching it, which led to this blunder.
"Hold on tight!"
As Fang Qiang spoke, he took the knife and stabbed it into the black pig's throat, and bright red liquid immediately gushed out.
A mournful howl rang out.
The constant screaming was jarring.
"Tsk tsk tsk!"
"This red blood looks good!"
Fang Qiang couldn't help but say.
Home-raised black pigs are a good breed.
It is absolutely one of the essential souls of local pork rice soup.
"Wife!"
Are you scared?
Fang Hao, who was watching from the sidelines.
Song Yaxin's brows were slightly furrowed.
After all, the scene was indeed somewhat brutal, and I thought she might not be used to seeing blood.
"without--"
Song Yaxin shook her head.
I'm not exactly scared.
It just feels a little cruel.
But thinking about the taste of pork makes it seem less unpleasant.
"Hahaha!"
"Those pork offal and intestines will make a really good soup later—"
Fang Hao continued, smiling.
These days, black pigs are raised for a whole year and fed only natural pig feed.
It takes quite a bit of time to raise them to adulthood.
Unlike the feed pigs of later generations, which are raised on large amounts of feed and have no meaty flavor whatsoever.
Song Yaxin nodded.
They didn't say much more.
She was only interested in watching people slaughter pigs because she doesn't watch it often.
"It's ready!"
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"Take the pig's blood away first!"
"Quickly pour some hot water and shave the fur!"
The pig lying on the ground was no longer moving.
Fang Qiang immediately gave the order and shouted.
The most troublesome part of slaughtering a pig is scraping off the pig hair. This requires pouring hot water over the pig and then scraping off the black pig hair with a knife.
Scrape from head to toe!
It's much more troublesome than killing a chicken.
If you're not someone who frequently slaughters pigs, you might not be able to do it; slaughtering pigs is a skilled job.
"Is this enough to kill them?"
"Should we scald it with boiling water next?"
Song Yaxin asked with some curiosity.
He was only stabbed twice in total.
Unexpectedly, a black pig weighing two or three hundred pounds died just like that.
This feels faster than killing a chicken!
"Um."
"It just looks simple to you."
"If you don't have experience, you can still run all over the village even if you stab someone in the throat. There was this butcher who killed a pig and still managed to run to the pond—"
Fang Hao said with a smile.
The matter that was mentioned has long become a topic of conversation among everyone.
Slaughtering a pig and bleeding it must be done quickly, accurately, and ruthlessly!
If you don't know the proper techniques and just poke around randomly, you won't be able to fix it, and the pig might not stop breathing for a long time.
"Excuse me, could you please move aside?"
"The hot water is here!"
Just as Fang Hao and Song Yaxin were talking, two thugs came over with a watering can.
They started pouring water onto the black pig's head and body.
Then Fang Qiang took a sharp knife and started scraping off the pig hair, instantly revealing patches of white and red pig skin, which looked somewhat relaxing.
Shave the pig bristles!
That also requires skill.
This is something most people couldn't do.
"Yankees!"
"Your knife skills are impressive!"
Fang Hao couldn't help but praise it.
With such skills, you could even go butcher a pig; at least you could earn a meager living.
However, the title of "pig butcher" doesn't sound very good, so few young people are willing to become pig butchers.
Fang Qiang would rather go beachcombing and hunting than help someone slaughter pigs.
"It's nothing!"
"I used to work for my dad for a while—"
Fang Qiang shook his head and said.
Back when his father was still alive, he helped out with chores like scraping pig bristles.
There's a saying...
Dragons beget dragons, and phoenixes beget phoenixes.
The son of a mouse knows how to dig holes.
It's perfectly normal for a butcher's son to know how to butcher pigs.
"Without you, it would have been really difficult to enjoy this pork stew meal—"
Fang Hao couldn't help but say.
One person slaughters a pig so that dozens of people can eat it.
Other thugs and hooligans could only help out.
If you asked them to slaughter pigs, they might actually have a hard time handling it.
"——"
Fang Qiang smiled.
Then continue focusing on scraping the pig bristles.
Hands and feet must be swift and the knife must be fast.
After scalding the pig hair with hot water, it needs to be scraped off continuously.
The outer layer of fur must be shaved off.
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