"Your standards for making friends are really low." Zhuang Zisheng said.
"With you here, no matter how bad I am, I can't do much worse." After joking, Yu Sheng asked: "Is this Wu Xicheng also in the slave business?"
Zhou Jiufeng nodded, "Wu Xi is in the center of Leize. There is no city owner. The city is headed by three major families."
Yu Sheng was surprised when he saw Butcher Zhu coming over and asked: "How can you survive until now without the city leader to control the place?"
"There is a main hall in the city for the God of Thunder. There is a big sacrifice every year, where three animals, jade girls, boys and girls, and hundreds of snakes are sacrificed to ensure the safety of the city." Zhou Jiufeng said.
Butcher Zhu stood in front of him, and without waiting for instructions, Zhuang Zisheng handed over the ninety guans and one penny he had collected.
Just when Yu Sheng was about to reach out to take out the money, Butcher Zhu threw back more than thirty guan to Zhuang Zisheng, "That's a lot of money." He said in a rough and cold voice.
"This..." Zhuang Zisheng was puzzled.
Butcher Zhu glanced at Yu Sheng and said, "The city owner is free of charge, and relatives are half price."
Zhuang Zisheng was startled. Yangzhou was such a big city, and he was definitely one of the most visited here. "Is there still such a rule?"
"Always." Butcher Zhu turned around and walked directly to the pig pen next to him.
Yu Sheng suddenly felt that being the city lord's nominal nephew was quite good, but he didn't know if changing his identity would bring such benefits.
Looking at Butcher Zhu's back, Yu Sheng whispered: "Remember, when you go back and ask, just tell me that I spent forty guan, and no one will tell anyone."
Zhuang Zisheng looked at Yu Sheng in surprise, and dared to beg for forty coins, "You dare to be greedy for the city lord's money, I bet you will be thrown into the pigpen."
"Throw it into a pigsty, throw it into your uncle's pigsty." Zhou Jiufeng stepped on Zhuang Zisheng hard.
The city lord's method of punishment was only used once against the Zhou family, but it was still fresh in people's minds. From then on, whenever anyone offended the city lord, he would think of this method.
"Hiss," Zhuang Zisheng took a breath of air, but still endured the pain and hurriedly comforted him.
Zhou Jiufeng's temper has been very bad these days. If he hadn't consulted the witch doctor, Zhuang Zisheng almost thought that Sister Feng's relatives had come and would not leave.
"This is my money, okay." Yu Sheng said, "Besides, can she throw her nephew into a pig pen?"
While talking about the pigsty, everyone saw that Butcher Zhu had walked to the pigsty.
The pigs inside didn't know that a disaster was coming, and thought they were being fed. They started to scream "humming and chirping" until Butcher Zhu grabbed a pig and became panicked.
The pig he grabbed weighed two to three hundred pounds. Yu Sheng looked around and said in surprise: "Is he alone?"
When other people kill pigs, they all have helpers. They press the hooves, pull the tail, pull the ears, lift the buttocks, put the howling pig on the bench, and then use the white knife to go in and the red knife to go out.
Tian Shi said proudly: "Yes, this is the unique skill of Zhu Butcher I told you, please watch carefully."
For the rest of my life, I want to see how Butcher Zhu kills pigs by himself.
Without blinking, he saw Butcher Zhu squatting down, moving the pig's head in front of his eyes, and staring directly into its eyes.
The pig screamed sharply and struggled to escape from Butcher Zhu's grasp. Later, it was firmly fixed and could only look into Butcher Zhu's eyes.
Soon, the pig's snoring became smaller and smaller, and slowly disappeared. It stopped moving its head and looked at Butcher Zhu quietly, as if it was frightened.
"Did you see, those murderous eyes are just like this? Just one glare from him will frighten even the most ferocious pig." Tian Shi said.
However, Yu Sheng didn't realize that the look in this pig's eyes gave Yu Sheng the feeling of dying with generosity.
Butcher Zhu patted the pig's head, turned around and walked out. The pig followed Butcher Zhu and walked under the short-legged table that was filled with the smell of death...
There was a large oval basin under the table. There was a little water in it, and there was a lot of smell of companions, but the pig was as calm as ever.
Butcher Zhu reached out to fish it out, put the pig on the low table, and stroked the pig's head with his left hand, as if to comfort him.
The surroundings are very quiet, like a painting.
When I was immersed in it for the rest of my life, I saw Butcher Zhu covering the pig's eyes with his left hand, lifting the prepared butcher knife with his right hand, and stabbing it into the neck firmly and accurately.
The pig's blood flowed out of the neck and flowed into the prepared basin, forming a lot of white foam.
It was as if the life force had been sucked out of the body, "chirp", the pig on the low table struggled for the last time, was gently held down by Butcher Zhu, and after another groan, it died completely.
For the rest of his life, he stared at this scene. If the pig was struggling to be killed, he might not have noticed it, but dying like this made him feel very uncomfortable for some reason.
"How about it? Isn't this skill good at killing pigs?" Tian Shi said to Yu Sheng.
Yu Sheng forced a smile on his lips. He always believed that the pig was not frightened, but willingly committed suicide.
While Yu Sheng was meditating, the pigs were placed in a hot water basin. Butcher Zhu turned around and asked them: "Do you want pig blood?"
Cut the slightly coagulated pig blood into pieces, pour it into boiling water and simmer for a while, it will become blood tofu. Yu Sheng shook his head: "I don't want it."
"Zhu Tu's roasted pig blood is delicious." After Zhuang Zisheng agreed, he turned around and said to Yu Sheng.
"I can't get used to it," Yu Sheng said. Although he is a cook, Yu Sheng is still relatively halal, and his favorite is pork head meat.
"Then you're going to miss it." Zhou Jiufeng felt sorry for Yu Sheng. She could talk more now, because the saliva was on her lips and she couldn't care about other things.
After leaving it to his man to shave the pig hair, Butcher Zhu took out the cooked and solidified pig blood and chopped it quickly on the chopping board.
Needless to say, Butcher Zhu's knife skills were very good. After one cut, the pig's blood turned into small cubes of similar sizes.
This side has just been cut, and the waiter has heated up a large pot over high heat. Heat the oil until it is six-cooked. Add the chopped green onion and minced garlic and stir-fry until fragrant.
When the oil turned red, the waiter left, and Butcher Zhu poured the pig blood in, added sauce, and salt.
After stir-frying for a while with a big shovel, he took off a wine gourd hanging on the beam of the shed and poured some wine into it.
The big pot made a "sizzling" sound, and the aroma hit his nose along with the hot air, making Zhou Jiufeng swallow his saliva.
Yu Sheng stood up, walked past the pot and quietly observed the size of the fire, the amount of seasoning and the heat of the dishes.
As Pork Nine said, a dish that maximizes the deliciousness of ingredients must be very demanding on any conditions.
With the support of system recipes, Yu Sheng could cook delicious dishes, but it was not possible to maximize the deliciousness of the ingredients. But Zhu, who only made pig-killing dishes, had more experience.
Butcher Zhu, who was stir-frying with a shovel, looked back and saw that it was Yu Sheng, so he said nothing.
Under the fire, he flipped it a few more times with a shovel, then stopped and said, "Plate it."
The waiters got busy, put the cooked roasted pig's blood on a plate, and served it hot to Zhuang Zisheng, Zhou Jiufeng and others who were present.
Butcher Zhu said nothing and went around Yu Sheng to deal with the clean and white carcass that had been shaved off and placed on the meat table.
He took the iron scraper handed over by the waiter, neatly removed the hoof shells, chopped off four hooves from the knees upwards and handed them out.
The waiter who stepped forward to pick them up was stopped by Yu Sheng, who took the four pig trotters himself. After Butcher Zhu looked at him, he lowered his head and continued to pack away.
He used a knife to cut a circle around the joint between the pig's head and neck, grabbed the ears and twisted them to remove the pig's head.
"I like pork head meat." Yu Sheng said.
"Yeah." Butcher Zhu didn't say anything. He took an ax and split the pig's head from the lower jaw, removing the middle part of the nasal cavity.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Yu Sheng could only speak vaguely and presumptuously, "Pig types, ages, and cooking methods are also different. How did you control the plate of roasted pig blood just now?"