The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 41 Xi Shi Dissects a Pig
Overnight, the 330 exiled prisoners were divided into different classes.

Those men who used to be in charge of the household, now respectfully called "Grandpa" and "Grandma," have become the lowest class.

The officials would scold them at the drop of a hat, and they would shout at them loudly.

Those who do laundry, cook, and wash dishes are considered second-class citizens.

The officials just ordered them around, neither scolding nor smiling at them.

Women who were unwilling to serve others or do such hard labor were ranked second to last.

The officials were used to staring at them with the same look they had when appraising goods.

Mu would also occasionally try to persuade these women to join her gang.

The first-class people were naturally the young women who could bring benefits to the officials.

Lu was undoubtedly one of the most outstanding figures among these people.

She has already set a record of earning 380 taels of silver in three nights.

The officials wished they could hold it in their hands and keep it in their mouths.

I was worried that she would get a tan and that she would hurt her feet.

During the day, she and her twins would sit in the mule cart.

The officials took turns acting as her mules and horses to pull her cart.

Zuo Wenxuan, who was recuperating on a stretcher, was beaten several times, but dared not speak out against his anger.

His gaze toward Lady Lü was sinister.

Lady Lü faced him without any fear.

On nights when she was required to entertain guests, Madam Lü would have her nanny accompany the twins.

The twins' condition is currently fluctuating.

The wounds on their finger joints had scabbed over.

Only the emotional trauma continues to torment me.

That morning, as they passed through a village.

The Lü family proposed buying a pig from the village to improve the meals of the clansmen.

She leaned against the door of the mule cart and lazily began to speak:

"I'll pay for the pig! I'd like to see how many people have the backbone to not eat meat! By the way, isn't the 'Pork Beauty' just a butcher?"

So, at noon that day, when they were setting up the pot to cook lunch...

Two constables dragged a black pig weighing about 100 pounds to Gan Minglan's side.

Most of the pigs were so thin you could see their ribs.

The official rubbed his hands together:
"Gan, this is something the eldest young mistress specially bought to nourish your clan! The task of slaughtering and deboning the pig is entrusted to you!"

Gan Minglan: I have a few words of 'MMP' that I don't know whether I should say or not.

She spread out her empty hands: "I don't have any tools for slaughtering pigs either."

The other party came prepared:
“Our Master Huang said that with the eldest young mistress around, there will inevitably be times when pigs and sheep will be slaughtered! So we bought the pig-slaughtering knife set from the village butcher at a high price.”

When a group of little kids heard that a pig was going to be slaughtered and pork was going to be eaten, their eyes widened as they stared at the black pig.

Gan Minglan: "."

She knew what Madam Lü meant; she simply wanted to use this pig to shut everyone up.

Don't you all look down on me?
You ate the pork I bought, so how dare you speak ill of me!
Neither the person who pays nor the person who eats the meat cares.

What's there for her to be embarrassed about?
He calmly accepted the butcher knife handed to him by the officials.

I touched the blade and tip with my fingertip.

Not bad!

The previous owner must have been a knife enthusiast, as it was well-maintained.

She held a butcher knife in her right hand behind her back.

It made a "gurgling" sound as it approached the half-grown black pig.

Perhaps it was because her voice was very friendly.

The black pig, which had been running wildly, stopped and looked up at her.

"Lulu lulu lulu"

She walked slowly and steadily until she reached the black pig, and even reached out to stroke its head.

The black pig seemed frozen in place, letting her pet it as she pleased.

When her mobile game reached the pig's neck, the black pig was so comfortable that it half-closed its eyes.

The pleasure lasts no more than two minutes!
Gan Minglan's right hand, carrying the knife, also quietly approached.

It's too late, but it's soon.

She raised the butcher knife, aimed it at the carotid artery in the black pig's throat, and plunged the knife in. Once she'd hit the mark, she immediately pulled back.

The black pig tilted its head in confusion.

It's as if it's asking: Why are you making a fuss when you're scratching your itch properly?

Then, pig's blood gushed out.

The black pig belatedly felt the pain and tried to escape from the terrifying two-legged beast.

He staggered for less than ten steps before collapsing to the ground.

The two officials who brought the pigs and the women who cooked were all stunned by Gan Minglan's move.

They all stood there, stunned.

Only one thought crossed my mind: How terrifying! This method of slaughtering pigs without getting blood on your hands! So fast and ruthless!

The pork beauty's special skills are not limited to this one.

She had people gather a lot of kindling and pile it on the black pig.

A fire burned the black-haired pig into a charcoal-burnt pig.

The aroma of burnt pork skin filled the air.

More than twenty toddlers under the age of five sat around the fire, undeterred by the heat.

Suckling his fingers, he stared longingly at the pig.

Even though it was past midnight last night, Fatty had just eaten roasted rabbit meat in his dream.

They couldn't resist the temptation of pork!
He has countless fond memories of eating pork in his mind.

At this moment, what I miss most is the stew made by my maternal grandmother!

After all the matchsticks had turned to ashes, Gan Minglan picked up the butcher knife and began scraping the charcoal off the pig's body.

With a single scrape, the black charcoal faded, revealing the golden pigskin.

I don't know how she controlled her strength.

Each cut removes the carbon ash completely, without damaging the pigskin.

In the time it takes to drink two cups of tea, the whole pig was cleaned up.

The golden-yellow pigskin looked very tempting.

Gan Minglan called on She Shi and another woman, and together they carried the pig into a large winnowing basket.

She was going to break down the pork in this winnowing basket.

At this moment, not only the children's eyes followed her movements.

A dozen or so officials were drawn over.

The beautiful woman in the eyes of the officials was seriously selecting a suitable knife.

When butchers slaughter pigs, they typically need to use a splitting knife, a cleaver, a boning knife, and a meat slicing knife after the pig is killed.

Knives vary in length, size, and weight depending on their intended use.

The original body was clearly different from others.

A pig-slaughtering knife, used for everything from slaughtering to butchering pigs.

Gan Minglan, who inherited the original owner's unique skills, picked out a meat cleaver that was three fingers wide from the set of tools.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the meat cleaver in her hand landed steadily on a certain spot on the pig's neck.

In the blink of an eye, the small pig's head was neatly cut off.

After rubbing his eyes again, the four pig trotters were easily removed.

For some reason, the officers felt a dull pain in their knuckles.

Before they could even taste the thrill of it.

The pork beauty sliced ​​open the pig's belly as easily as cutting tofu.

Yingying's jade-like hand even reached into the pig's neck.

He touched the pig's throat and gently pulled, pulling out all the pig's internal organs.

The steaming hot offal was intact and fresh.

Her hands moved without stopping, and with one swift cut down the pig's back, the spine was split in two.

Come down again.

The front leg meat is easily handled;
The pork belly was cut into tofu cubes of equal proportions.

The fan-shaped bone of the hind leg was peeled out;

Both ribs were intact
The meat cleaver moved smoothly between the meat and bone, as silky as Dove chocolate.

(End of this chapter)