Liu Zhizhong certainly knew that the sound of music could soothe the mountain pig's emotions, reducing its fear and producing better meat quality.
He changed into the pig butcher's attire, carrying a butcher's knife, and honestly, he looked quite professional as he herded the mountain pig to the slaughtering platform amid the music with two assistants.
The other two pig butchers were there, of course, to watch and observe how this young butcher performed.
According to the rules here, the mountain pig was herded to the relatively enclosed slaughtering platform, where a sudden modern sledgehammer would knock the pig out, allowing for immediate slaughtering and bleeding.
Liu Zhizhong also asked clearly and understood the benefits of this method of slaughtering.
The pig was relaxed, suddenly knocked unconscious, a blade thrust in, blood drained, all with minimal pain, thus of course, the meat quality produced was superior.
So, three minutes later, with a smash of the hammer, the mountain pig fell, and Liu Zhizhong began his real performance.
He skillfully bit the knife, joined the workers, lifted the mountain pig onto the slaughtering platform, then smoothly stabbed the blade in and drew it out.
Goodness, holding a basin in one hand, he directly caught the spraying pig blood, hardly spilling any, catching it like a pro, moving in and out with incredible skill!
When the bleeding was done, he put down the basin and the knife, and upon a glance at his outfit—amazing!
Not a speck of blood on his pristine white slaughtering coat.
The two professional pig butchers who had been doing this for eight years also applauded.
Everyone else did the same.
Because it was truly spectacular.
Next, Liu Zhizhong asked Qian Xuan, "Mr. Xuan, you want to render lard for cooking, right?"
Qian Xuan, appreciating the man, nodded in satisfaction, "Yes, to render the oil."
"The best way is to skin the pig, use the skinless meat for rendering. The oil comes out clearer and purer, which is just what I need for cooking tonight. After all, meat with skin still has some residual hair and sweat odor, not very pleasant."
Qian Xuan was startled, then nodded, "Hmm, I've learned something new. That's doable! Come on, you two, help Mr. Liu with the skinning!"
As it turned out, the two pig butchers, who had been working for eight years, barely managed to skin a third of the pig. The remaining two-thirds were swiftly and well skinned by Liu Zhizhong with an almost uniform thickness—a truly precise use of the knife.
Then, opening the carcass, dealing with the innards, portioning the meat, Liu Zhizhong was truly a master at this!
Especially in portioning the meat, he was unparalleled—fast and precise, with accurate weights. Qian Xuan mentioned a friend needed ten pounds of pork belly sent over, and it wouldn't be an ounce over or under; the measure was nearly spot on.
Normally, slaughtering a pig would take at least two hours, involving two pig butchers and two recent graduates handling the delicate tasks.
However, after Liu Zhizhong joined, well, all tasks were done in around forty minutes.
Qian Xuan handed a delivery list to the supervisor here and didn't bother with it anymore.
Then, he had the local oil mill take some fat trimmings to render some oil for Liu Zhizhong to use tonight.
The oil rendered this time was indeed fresher, purer, and after fast freezing, almost crystal clear. Great product—the pigs raised at great cost were truly different.
Qian Xuan even joked with Liu Zhizhong, suggesting he come over to help with pig slaughtering and share a meal of "slaughtered pig dishes" when free.
Liu Zhizhong agreed, saying, "Sure, Mr. Xuan, if you request it, I'll make it happen. Whether it's pigs, sheep, cattle, chickens, ducks, or geese, I'm proficient." Googlᴇ search 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✶𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲✶𝗻𝗲𝘁
Qian Xuan burst into English again, "You're quite a talent, you know all this! How did you acquire such skills?"
Liu Zhizhong smiled slightly, almost in Mr. L's original voice, said, "When one looks back on their life, they shouldn't regret living a mediocre life, but rather this—they had been strong through hardships, honed themselves in their strength, for the sake of the human race's butchering endeavors…"
Qian Xuan burst out laughing, and the pig farm manager also started laughing along, saying, "My god, this Mr. Liu's voice, it sounds just like the flow king, Mr. L!"
Liu Zhizhong hurriedly said, "I'm not!"
Qian Xuan, excitedly, "No, you are!"
"Hahaha… Let's head to the night camp…"
When the two found a suitable campsite, it was actually just past five in the afternoon.
Liu Zhizhong and Qian Xuan got out of the car and commenced the RV's impressive maneuvers.
Qian Xuan watched in astonishment as the motor and hydraulic system of the Big Lao RV kicked in, utterly amazed.
He couldn't believe that this sizable Rolls-Royce could expand into a small villa-style RV.
"Fuck! Really something!" Qian Xuan shouted excitedly, hysterically screaming, "Such a car, I must have one too, I must, I won't be content otherwise! Money is not an issue, money is just paper, I want such a car…"
Wow, what's got him so worked up? His frantic shouting made him seem almost hysterical…