I am a pirate in Ming Dynasty

In October, the farm work is almost over, and people in the village will help repair the school in their free time.

The school is still located outside, but now the ground inside the school is much smoother than before. It is all made of bricks. It is a bit painful to step on the ground, but it is not as painful as before.

The people in the village are very harsh on their own lives, and the taxes they pay every year are not small. That is to say, a generous family like the Qin family can leave enough food for them, otherwise they will have to follow the disaster victims. Just like leaving home. Qin Shang felt very relieved to be able to attach importance to learning and education.

No matter what era, as long as their children can read well, it seems that parents can grit their teeth and persevere.

During the weekend break, everyone in the village helped kill a pig.

The native black pig weighed only about a hundred pounds after raising it for more than three years. Yang's father led his three sons and killed the pig at home. Everyone in the village seemed to be celebrating the New Year. The crowd surrounded Father Yang's house.

In the past, any family that could afford it would raise a pig. Even if they didn't kill it during the Chinese New Year, they would still keep it in exchange for some money. But since the Ming Dynasty, except for Zhu Houzhao, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, many people have stopped raising pigs. This has also led to the decline of black-haired pigs. Numbers dropped dramatically.

However, this black-haired pig is not the same breed as the white pigs of later generations. Black-haired pigs grow slowly, are active, and don't have much fat on their bodies, so they only eat lean meat after they are slaughtered.

In this era of extreme shortage of supplies, lean meat is not as valuable as fat. Those who can afford lean meat will never eat lean meat. They will definitely buy some fat meat, or fat and thin meat.

A pig cannot be sold for much money even if it grows for several years, and even if it is eaten, there will not be enough food for the whole family. Over time, the weight of this pig has decreased a lot in people's hearts.

Qin Shang really liked the scene of killing pigs. He specially walked up to the roof from his yard. After walking a long way, he finally found a good viewing angle. The village chief's house was next door, and he could see clearly below.

The little fat man Gao Cai followed Qin Shang like a follower. He stretched out his little face and looked at a large group of people below suppressing a huge black pig. He asked curiously: "What are they doing?" What are you doing?"

"Kill the pig!" Qin Shang said calmly.

"Is such an ugly thing a pig? Is this what the pork we usually eat looks like?" Gao Cai's face was full of disgust. He seemed to be able to smell the dirty smell below, and his stomach suddenly turned a little.

Qin Shang glanced at the other party and said nothing. Pig killing was a technical job. In the 1990s, if someone wanted to kill a pig, half the village would be mobilized.

The following preparations were obviously done, and the black-haired pig was obviously not willing to lose his life while being tied up like this.

‘Ouch! ! ! ’

A huge shout came out of the pig's mouth instantly, and the sound echoed loudly in the sky above the village.

A large group of swallows flying south were instantly frightened, flapping their wings and circling away.

The boiling water was already bubbling white in the pot. The dozen or so men in the yard were all excitedly helping with various tasks. Some were bringing basins, some were putting boiling water in a large bathtub, and others were waiting. A boning knife is sharpened on the side.

It was obviously not the first time that Yang's father had done this kind of thing. He touched a sharp knife that was polished white with his hand, placed a large basin under the pig's head, and cut it down quickly and accurately.

"Ouch!" The black-haired pig's voice sounded particularly shrill, and his body couldn't help twitching. Several big men on the side quickly went up to hold him down.

Blood mixed with the tip of the knife flowed into the basin below, making it particularly dazzling.

There was an exclamation from the house. I don't know when many children had climbed onto the roof. The timid ones half-covered their eyes and looked at the scene below, while the bold ones were slightly excited.

When the blood and water were completely released, everyone let go of the dead pig and carried it directly into the big bath.

A burst of fishy pig smell floated out, and the children on the roof were so smelly that they couldn't stand it.

Boiling water, shaving, and disemboweling pigs, a large group of people gathered around the bathtub and were very busy.

"Tsk, tsk," Gao Cai said with a hint of joy: "It turns out that this is how the pig is killed. If we count, the only thing that can be eaten from this pig is meat. Alas, if this pig is sold, I guess I won't get much money. .”

Apart from eating and sleeping, there is nothing that can arouse his interest for the current Gao Cai.

Meat? Qin Shang's eyes moved, and he thought of one thing. In this era, there was no centralized breeding practice. If meat selling was turned into a business, wouldn't it be very profitable?

But taking the Ming Dynasty as an example, the taste of pork is very bad and a bit fishy.

In ancient China, the method of castrating pigs was recorded in Oracle Bone Inscriptions, but it was troublesome to promote it. Few people understood this technology. Moreover, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty was named Zhu, so he did not like the killing of pigs, which hindered this technology. promotion.

Castrated pigs are indeed much longer than ordinary pigs and taste much better.

There may be no one from all over the country who can master this technology. The most important reason is that the poor cannot afford to raise pigs. Even if they can, how many people know that castrating pigs will make them grow vigorously?

This is not a news that will promote all the techniques hundreds of years later.

The news between the north and the south was blocked, and the ancients had a hidden mentality. It was even more difficult to develop this technology that was beneficial to the country and the people.

However, even with the technology of castration, the treatment of some parts of the pig's body is still not in place. For example, the pig's sewage is the treatment of the pig's internal organs.

Roasted kidneys, which were delicious in the eyes of future generations, were deadly poison at this time.

The fishy smell can almost make you faint. In the era of lack of seasonings, it was almost impossible to cook pig sesame. There were even fewer people who could eat pig sesame.

Qin Shang naturally knew how to deal with the pigs in the water, so he shouted down: "Village chief, please send me the pigs in the water and so on."

Father Yang raised his head in surprise and shouted strangely: "Young master, you can't eat this pig in the water. I'll send you two kilograms of meat later. You can make some broth to eat!"

"No, I just want the pig to go into the water. You can bring it to me later!" Qin Shang was unexpectedly stubborn.

Qin Shang didn't give Yang's father a chance to refuse, so he went straight off the roof and went to the kitchen to start preparing.

At this time, there were already many children in the kitchen starting to light a fire and cook. Qin Shang treated everyone equally when it came to eating.

All groups are self-reliant and can be taught by a cook who knows how to cook, but they must do the cooking themselves.

When Han Zhaoxi saw Qin Shang coming, he started busy time, helping Qin Shang take this and that.

When a lot of bottles and jars were ready, Qin Shang still brought out a bag of flour.