Chapter 293 Pork Processing Workshop
"Pa bang bang..."

At noon the next day, firecrackers rang out, and the pork processing workshop jointly set up by Zhao Dashan and his two brothers was officially opened. Almost all the villagers who had nothing to do came to watch. They had different expressions, and they all seemed a little confused as to why Zhao Dashan didn't continue to discuss with them and just opened the workshop.

"It's quite lively."

Shen Xiangwan got up early and brought Yuanyue and Yuanying to watch. The three of them had smiles on their faces and were happy for them from the bottom of their hearts.

Except for the children and the people working in the workshop, all the people from the third branch of the Zhao family arrived. In addition, their in-laws also came to help. Led by Zhao Dashan, the men held down the fat pigs one by one, and soon killed more than a dozen pigs with their knives. The women had already boiled water, and everyone divided the work and cooperated, busying themselves with scalding the pigs' skins and scraping their hairs, and they were having a lot of fun.

"Ma'am, there seems to be light in their eyes."

Looking at everyone busy in an orderly manner, Yuanyue curled the corners of her lips slightly. Everyone is working hard for a better life. Only this kind of day can be said to be truly hopeful.

"Ah."

Nodding, Shen Xiangwan led them inside. The workshop was a temporary deserted yard. There was nothing else like it in the countryside, but the place was definitely big enough. There were five main rooms in the yard, and a simple shed on each side, which were used as places for slaughtering pigs and processing pork. A strong smell of blood could be smelled as soon as you entered the door.

From left to right in the main room, one is used for stuffing sausages, one is for pickling bacon, one has several large stoves for braising offal and marinating pork ribs, and the two rooms at the edge are a bit dilapidated and are specially used for smoking meat.

The backyard was originally empty. Yesterday afternoon, people from the third branch of the Zhao family built two huge thatched houses with bamboo and straw. There were rows of bamboo racks inside, which would be used to store smoked sausages and bacon. It would be similar to the function of a warehouse.

"smell good."

A rich aroma of stewed food wafted faintly from the workshop. The villagers gathered outside couldn't help swallowing their saliva and stretched their necks to look inside, trying to find the source of the aroma.

"It should be in the brine."

Shen Xiangwan, who also smelled the fragrance, took the lead and walked towards the room specializing in braising offal and making pork ribs in sauce. It was bustling there at the moment. The Wei family's cook was stirring the boiling stew in the pot while teaching two older women how to stew. The others were either busy adding firewood or following behind to learn. Smelling the rich aroma of the stew, they couldn't help but salivate. Even though they hadn't tasted it, they knew it must be delicious.

"Late night."

"Mrs. Wei."

Seeing them enter the house, everyone greeted them at the same time. Shen Xiangwan smiled and nodded, and walked directly to the stove: "Not bad, it smells very appetizing. I heard that you are not selling all the braised offal and sauced pork ribs today. Are you going to keep them for yourselves?"

In order to reward everyone for their hard work over the past few months and to let everyone know what the food they sell tastes like, the three Zhao brothers unanimously decided not to do business today and keep all the food for themselves.

"Yeah, will Wanwan bring some back with her then?"

The wife of Zhao Dahe, the second wife, laughed out loud and said, Aunt Wang didn't want to cause trouble for Shen Xiangwan, so she didn't ask for leave even though she had a workshop at home. All the work done by the women in the workshop was done by her two sisters-in-law.

"No, we just killed a hundred pigs yesterday, and there are still a lot of offal and bones left to eat."

Waving her hand, Shen Xiangwan declined her kindness. No matter how delicious the food was, one would get tired of it if he ate it every day. She had already eaten a lot of braised food yesterday.

"Okay, if you want to eat it next time, just ask someone to get it." Knowing that she was not being polite, Zhao Dahe's wife did not hesitate. After finishing the job, she said with a smile on her face: "Wanwan, you didn't see it. The fat of those pigs we killed just now was two or three fingers thick. It was so delicious."

They seldom see meat, and the rarest thing is fat meat. The fatter the pork, the happier they are.

"Haha... In the future, the pigs we raise will be this fat, and our lives will get better and better."

Hearing this, Shen Xiangwan smiled a little more. This is the true feeling of being in the world, right?
"Hey, Wanwan is right."

Even though the pigs they raise have not started to make money yet, Zhao Dahe's wife agrees that their lives this year are much better than in previous years. The most obvious thing is that no family in the village has gone hungry this winter.

After chatting with her for a while, Shen Xiangwan took Yuan Yue and Yuan Ying to the room next door where bacon and sausages were made. The making of bacon was very simple, with three taels of salt for ten pounds of meat, and it needed to be marinated for at least five days. The meat had to be turned over every day to ensure that all the flavors were absorbed. The room where bacon was marinated was filled with large ceramic jars.

Stuffing sausages is a little more troublesome. The fat needs to be shredded and the lean meat sliced. Then put them into a clean large wooden basin, add powdered seasoning, and marinate for about an hour before stuffing the meat into the casings. After stuffing, they need to be blanched in warm water at 50 to 60 degrees. Use an embroidery needle to poke small holes on each sausage to let in air. Finally, tie a rope and hang it up to dry.

Everyone was cutting meat, adding seasoning, each doing their own job, and was busy.

"Wanwan, how is it? Did we do anything wrong?"

Zhao Dashan strode towards them as he spoke. He was sweating profusely and was obviously very busy.

"No, everyone is doing great. What have you been doing?"

Shaking her head, Shen Xiangwan stepped forward to meet him, as if she hadn't seen him since she started slaughtering pigs.

"I went to the mountains to cut cypress branches to smoke meat. I was afraid that the boys at home would not take it seriously, so I went to check it out myself."

In order to run this workshop, he has not eaten or slept well in the past two days and has lost weight. The good news is that the workshop is officially operational today. After the first batch of sausages and bacon are sold, they will probably know whether they can really make money.

"Isn't it just cutting a branch? Why do you need to supervise it personally?"

Shen Xiangwan shook his head in amusement. Just as he was about to change the subject, Zhao Dahe's wife came out with a wooden basin. When she saw them, she immediately trotted over and said, "Brother, Wanwan, come and try the stewed food we made. It's so delicious, and there's no smell at all."

"I'll try it."

Hearing this, Zhao Dashan couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks in the basin, picked up a piece of braised pig intestines and put it in his mouth: "Hmm, delicious, very delicious, I'm sure it can be sold at a good price."

If he had some doubts before, he now believed 100% that those smelly offal could really be sold for money.

【End of this chapter】

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