Chapter 292: Continue to give advice

"Okay, I'll ask the boss to buy it from the pharmacy later."

Since she said so, there was nothing for him to worry about. Zhao Dashan said as he carefully put the papers into his sleeve pocket: "You guys started making sausages and bacon in the afternoon, right?"

"Well, it should be this afternoon."

Shen Xiangwan hesitated for a moment before nodding. Not to mention the bacon, the meat for the sausages should be cut and mixed with seasonings. It would be best to marinate it for an hour or two to make it tasty. It would definitely have to be done in the afternoon.

"Okay, then I'll ask the eldest brother and his wife to come back in the afternoon."

Originally, he planned to select a few skillful women in the village to help and learn how to make sausages and bacon. However, since everyone was unwilling to take the risk, he decided to let himself and the younger wives of his two brothers do it.

"Row."

Shen Xiangwan did not object. "After all, sausages and bacon are food, so hygiene must be maintained. If possible, I suggest you buy a piece of land to build a workshop. However, the Chinese New Year is less than 20 days away. Sausages and bacon are not only delicious, but also suitable as gifts for relatives and friends. We'd better set up the workshop as soon as possible and make a lot of money in the few days before the New Year. We can talk about buying land later. We can find an uninhabited yard and use it as a workshop temporarily."

"Also, the sausages must be dried for a few days after they are stuffed, and the bacon needs to be cured for at least five days, and then smoked for two days. It can only be sold after at least seven days. I suggest you start tomorrow."

If she hadn't been busy harvesting cabbage and making kimchi recently, she would have suggested that they slaughter the pig long ago. But it's not too late now. If things go well, the first batch of sausages and bacon can be sold on the 20th. There are still ten days before the Chinese New Year. Moreover, as long as they follow his recipe and make the taste good, there will still be plenty of people buying them after the New Year, so it can be a long-term business.

"There is a ready-made abandoned yard in the village. I will go back and ask the second and third brothers to clean it up."

Zhao Dashan was about to stand up in a hurry, but Shen Xiangwan stopped him: "Wait, Uncle Zhao, I haven't finished yet."

"Ah? Okay, go ahead."

Zhao Dashan was stunned for a moment, then sat down again. Don't blame him for being nervous, it was mainly because it was his first time doing business, and he had to open his own workshop, so he was a little nervous.

"Have some tea and calm down first."

Seeing this, Shen Xiangwan laughed and shook his head, then picked up the teapot and filled it with tea: "Uncle Zhao, can you kill a pig yourself?"

"what?"

Zhao Dashan, who was drinking tea, was stunned again, and then quickly said: "Why can't we do this? We farmers basically kill pigs ourselves."

"That's good."

Shen Xiangwan was not surprised. What she wanted to say was, "There is one more thing, Uncle Zhao. After the workshop is set up, what are you going to do with the pig offal and extra bones?"

You know, a pig is not just meat. The offal, bones and other things together account for almost one-third of the weight of the entire pig. If you don't think about how to deal with them first, you're afraid that a lot of good things will be wasted.

"this···"

Zhao Dashan couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. He really didn't think too much about it. Who would eat the stinky pig offal? There was not much meat on the bones, but it would be a pity to throw it away directly. After all, they were doing business and killed more than one or two pigs every day.

"I have a recipe for marinade and sauce here. If Uncle Zhao doesn't mind the trouble, you can ask the younger generation in your family to go to the county town to set up a stall to sell marinated offal and sauced pork bones. As for pig heads, pig trotters and spareribs, they can all be made into cured meat, and the taste is no worse than bacon."

As he was talking, Shen Xiangwan pulled out two recipes from his sleeve pocket and handed them to him. The braised offal and marinated pork ribs were rich in aroma and would be famous foods in the future world. He believed that there should be a certain market for them in this world. Although it was impossible to make as much money as sausages and bacon, at least he would have no problem recovering his investment. It was better than throwing it away directly, right?
"But, pig offal is stinking, will anyone really buy it?" Zhao Dashan asked hesitantly after taking the recipe. As ordinary people, when they were forced into a corner and wanted to eat meat, they also bought pig offal. The taste was really terrible, and anyone with a little savings would not want to try it, let alone pay a high price for it.

"That's because you didn't clean it properly. Also, the pig offal outside has a strong smell. Tomorrow I will send my cook to teach you how to handle the pig offal. As long as you follow my marinade recipe, I guarantee that it will not only not stink, but also smell delicious and make you salivate."

Thinking of the various braised foods, Shen Xiangwan felt a little greedy, and secretly thought about asking the cook to braise some meat and offal to satisfy his craving.

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Wouldn't we know whether it tastes good after we make it? It was just a matter of putting in a little more thought, so Zhao Dashan didn't dwell on it any more.

"The rest can be dealt with after you kill the pig tomorrow."

Shen Xiangwan had thought things through and arranged everything clearly for them. The only thing left was how to make sausages and bacon and how to sell them. There was no point in saying more now.

"I'll come back to you if I have any questions, Wanwan. I'm really sorry to bother you with this."

Zhao Dashan stood up as he spoke. If it weren't for her, how could he dare to think of building his own workshop? No, to be precise, they didn't dare to raise so many pigs.

"It's no trouble. I just talk."

Shen Xiangwan smiled slightly, not taking his courtesy to heart at all.

"It's okay, I'll go back first."

After nodding to her again, Zhao Dashan turned and left. Shen Xiangwan watched his figure disappear from her sight and shook her head with a smile. Seeing how active he was, she felt that she seemed a little too lazy.

With the participation of the guards, the one hundred pigs were slaughtered quickly. Under the arrangement of Yuanyue and Yuanying, they processed all the pigs in an orderly manner in the morning. They had a lively pig-slaughtering meal at noon. In the afternoon, Shen Xiangwan personally brought the servants at home and the young wives of the Zhao family to pickle bacon and make sausages.

It took them a whole afternoon to cook the meat of fifty pigs even though there were so many of them. In the evening, after Shen Xiangwan returned to the room, she clung to Wei Chengyi and acted coquettishly and cutely, asking for comfort, which made him laugh and cry, but he had to take good care of her. After all, he liked her tone.

"The army also raises pigs, so it doesn't matter if we don't send them any."

In the bedroom, Wei Chengyi was massaging Shen Xiangwan while talking. He already knew that she had asked Lin Wei to deliver pork to the army. When she had mobilized the villagers to raise pigs, he knew that her method would definitely be effective. After seizing the military power, he immediately asked the logistics soldiers to raise pigs. Although it wouldn't be enough for everyone to eat, it would be enough to satisfy their occasional hunger.

"The ones raised in the military camp are not as good as those raised in our home."

Moreover, they started raising them relatively late, and now they weigh only a little over 100 kilograms at most.

"That's true."

Hearing this, Wei Chengyi couldn't help but laugh. Who else would dare to feed pigs grain every meal except theirs? Even the villagers who were also given a lot of sorghum residues mixed it with pig grass. Only they fed only grain. How could the meat of pigs raised in this way not be delicious?

【End of this chapter】

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