The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 314 Later Generations' Understanding of Home
In less than an afternoon, a model dugout was built.

There was a kang (heated brick bed), a stove, and two side rooms, each less than two square meters in size, dug out to serve as storage rooms and outhouses.

If possible, curtains or doors can be installed in the two side rooms.

Gan Minglan thought it through carefully.

We can't build a public toilet every dozen or so households.

Spring, summer, and autumn are fine.

In the middle of the night during a four-month winter, who would go to a public toilet to relieve themselves?
As long as the toilet in this small bathroom is emptied frequently, the smell in the room shouldn't be too bad!

Only a place that meets the basic needs of eating, drinking, relieving oneself, and storing things can be called a home.

This is her habit, as a person of later generations.

These were the only conditions she could accept, and she did her best!
During the autumn harvest season, the scorching sun hangs high in the sky above Hamiwei.

But as everyone took turns entering the newly dug dugout, it immediately felt much cooler than outside.

The freshly dug soil was still a bit damp.

They also tried using a heated kang (a traditional Chinese bed-stove) made of blue bricks.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the dugout had become just as stuffy and hot as the outside.

It worked!
Just as General Gan said, it is warm in winter and cool in summer.

Not to mention whether immigrants would be willing to live in such dugouts, many commanders and generals were tempted to do so.

"The wool felt tents they're using in the camp now aren't necessarily warmer than dugouts in winter!"

"The large tents are now being used by the families of soldiers. Dozens of people are crammed into one tent, and with so many people, it's easy for accidents to happen."

"It's still better for each family to live in their own home. This little dugout can comfortably house four or five people!"

“Look, that’s a good idea! Our Guazhouwei is the first stop for immigrants. We’ll build thousands of big dugouts there, enough to hold as many people as they come!”

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Watching documentaries on TV is one thing.

It was quite an accomplishment to build a dugout model house by hand, just like I remembered it.

The commotion in the dugout in the backyard alerted the entire General's Mansion.

Zuo Wenkang, Gan Mingfu, Zuo Chixia, and other members of the mapping team came to join in the fun.

After admiring his wife's/his sister's work, the two, after their initial excitement, quietly returned to the drafting team and buried themselves in their work!

Their wife/sister is so capable, they can't let her down.

Let's keep working overtime tonight!
They must complete the topographical map of the Western Regions by next summer.

The location of the dugout was not complicated at all.

Ideally, the terrain should be elevated, and the soil should be firm; soft, sandy soil is unusable.

Gan Minglan simply gave some pointers and then handed them over to her subordinates to carry out.

She never underestimated the ancients' ability to imitate and innovate.

Before dinner.

One man received the reward of ten cows and strolled back to the general's mansion.

When Luo's stepdaughter-in-law returned, she was given a box of gold coins and a box of jewelry. Then, she was dazzled by the prize of ten cows.

Hearing that it was obtained in exchange for a suggestion to build a dugout, he praised General Xiong for his magnanimity.

He circled around the ten oxen, saying, "You picked these oxen really well; even the smallest one weighs over a thousand pounds! They'll be perfect for plowing the fields next spring!"

According to military records, the general's family also owned fifty acres of military farmland.

Mr. Luo had some concerns before.

Seeing so many cows, I immediately stopped panicking.

Gan Minglan said with a smile:

"Mother, when the immigrants arrive in Hamiwei, we'll have to buy servants! Then we can leave the farming to these servants."

you do not say.

My son is a scholar who passed the imperial examination at the county level, and now he also holds a military rank in the army!

The daughter-in-law is even more remarkable; she's already a general! And the eldest grandson is not even six years old yet!

If you don't let the servants do farm work, are you expecting an old woman like her to cultivate fifty acres of land by herself?
Then, her daughter-in-law added:

"Are you tired of eating Hu mutton? This yellow cattle from the Western Regions is not the same breed as the grassland cattle. We slaughtered a few to eat on our way back. The meat is very tender and juicy. I guarantee you'll want to eat it every day after you try it once."

Luo Shi: "."

Good luck!
Even the Empress Dowager of Shangdu couldn't eat beef every day, could she?
According to my daughter-in-law, if she's willing, the whole family can eat beef every day!
I dare not even think about it!
I'm afraid I'm overthinking things and will wake up laughing in the middle of the night.

The chubby boy, who was still a bit listless after seeing off his good friend, suddenly perked up when he heard that his mother was going to slaughter a cow for food.

The second-generation ranch owner has never eaten beef before!

But looking at the cow's massive size, weighing over a thousand pounds, the child hesitated for a long time before finally shaking his head.

"Mother, including Father and Uncle, we could eat a whole cow for three days and three nights and still not finish it! Grandmother said that meat will go bad if it's left out too long!"

Eating just a little bit and wasting so much meat, isn't that a huge loss!

You mean to give it away?

Reluctant to part with it!
This is beef!
How can I give it away?

Yeah, I'll only send a few pounds to Brother Xia's house at most!
No wonder Fatty is stingy.

After Mrs. Luo took over the kitchen, the family never bought more than two pounds of meat at a time!

No matter how affluent she was, she was always the kind of person who lived frugally.

Unexpectedly, his mother said:
"Who says beef can only be eaten fresh? Let's make all the leftover beef into beef jerky. Do you remember the horse meat jerky that Mother secretly gave you on the way to exile?"

How could I forget!
Fatty's only concern was: "Can beef jerky taste as good as horse jerky?"

With the essence of the divine tree and the root of the dog rice grass in hand, even a cooking killer can evolve into a culinary god. Gan Minglan is very confident about this.

Luo hesitated, then said nothing in the end.

To put it bluntly, the head of the guerrilla general's mansion is her daughter-in-law.

She needs to get used to this kind of blissful life in advance.

Just do it.

During the day, they marked the strongest cow that had been selected.

At night, after putting this cow into the space, it collapsed within five seconds!

For a butcher, butchering an ox is actually simpler than butchering a pig.

If pig skin is not inflated, it is very difficult to separate the skin from the subcutaneous fat.

But cows are different.

There is a layer of fascia under the cowhide, which makes it very easy to cut.

King Atu helped his master check the timer.

Five minutes, it only took five minutes!
A yellow ox weighing over 1,300 jin was completely skinned!
The skin was completely devoid of flesh, and the fascia on the flesh was intact, making it look like a work of art.

King Atu couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Knowing is one thing.

Seeing it with your own eyes is a different story!

I can't even imagine how smooth that knife would feel if it landed on me.

Waaah, I heard that the people in this place have a habit of skinning rats to make clothes.

This habit is really unacceptable!

King Atu has been praised to the point of being somewhat incoherent these past few days.

The first time its owner skinned it, it was so scared it almost peed its pants.

Its owner seemed not to have seen anything and even asked:

"Your Majesty, if my skills were applied to future generations, wouldn't I be able to run an entire slaughterhouse all by myself?"

King Atu: "."

(End of this chapter)