Farmer’s Wife Has Magic Skills

Chapter 812: Clean and Pure

Editor: Henyee Translations

After Chu Qingzhi spoke, even Xia Zongxian became a bit more serious.

Chu Qingzhi said, “I have other matters to attend to shortly. Organize your thoughts and consider howto proceed with your tasks. If there’s anything you don’t understand, you can ask me at any time.”

Everyone responded affirmatively.

After Chu Qingzhi left, Wang Yuanping and Wang Yuanlin immediately sprang into action, knowing they had to prove themselves or else they’d never get another chance.

Qin Yuming also began to busy himself.

Xia Zongxian sat aside, casually commenting, “Why are you all so afraid of Chu Qingzhi? She’s so young, at most just a little girl. How powerful can she be?!” Qin Yuming reminded him, “Have you forgotten what happened at the bookstore?”

“That was just because they outnumbered us, and we were indeed at fault,” Xia Zongxian said, his voice weaker, lacking confidence.

Qin Yuming added, “Even someone like Tao Ming’an doesn’t dare to provoke Chu Qingzhi. You better start working.”

Upon the mention of Tao Ming’an, Xia Zongxian became annoyed, cursing, “That scoundrel Tao Ming’an, if not for him, I wouldn’t have ended up like this!”

Wang Yuanping couldn’t help but say, “Miss Chu hasn’t really done anything to you. What do you mean ‘ended up like this’? If you didn’t want to work, why didn’t you say so earlier?”

Wang Yuanlin added, “Talking behind someone’s back is not the act of a true man.”

Xia Zongxian retorted, “I’m talking about her, what’s it to you? Mind your own business.”

Wang Yuanping glanced at Xia Zongxian, “Talking behind someone’s back and still so righteous. If you’re capable, complete the taskMiss Chu assigned.

Xia Zongxian defiantly said, “Who says I can’t complete it?”

Wang Yuanlin chimed in, “Then go ahead and do it. What are you acting high and mighty for?”

Qin Yuming played the peacemaker, “We’ll be working together for a while.

Let’s not sour our relationship. It will only make us miserable.”

Wang Yuanping and Wang Yuanlin didn’t want to cause any more trouble and potentially ruin their image in Chu Qingzhi’s eyes, so they kept quiet and focused on their work.

Xia Zongxian didn’t say anything more, placing his sword on the ground and leaning on its hilt, leisurely watching the others work.

Chu Qingzhi walked towards the old house, checked on Chu Qingshuang and the others processing the spices, and then headed to the yard to prepare the area near the well for pig slaughtering.

Grandma Chu had already boiled the water.

Gradually, the people Chu Qingzhi called to help with the pig slaughter arrived. They had ten pigs to kill, a task too cumbersome to manage without assistance. Soon, two pigs were brought back.

Chu Qingzhi approached and injected them with a syringe filled with a high concentration of anesthetic.

The pigs quickly fell unconscious.

“Begin the slaughter.” The concentration of the anesthetic was so high that the pigs would die shortly even without bleeding.

This method made pig slaughtering easier and less painful for the pigs, avoiding a cruel and bloody scene, especially since many children were watching. It wouldn’t be good to scare them.

Everyone thought this method was quite convenient!

One of the butchers proceeded to bleed the pigs, then scalded them with boiling water. The rest of the task was handed over to the helpers, who worked in groups, orderly and efficiently.

With Chu Qingzhi’s help, slaughtering the ten pigs was effortlessly accomplished.

The butchers privately thought they had never slaughtered pigs so easily before. It was remarkable.

Chu Xuhua, seeing the ten pigs quickly gutted after being brought back, suggested, “Sister, it’s still early. Shall I go buy five more?”

After considering, Chu Qingzhi agreed, “Okay, let’s buy five more.”

Chu Xuhua left with Li Zhangjie for Sun Village again.

Meanwhile, the first pig was processed.

The fat was sent to the workshop for oil rendering. The pig’s blood, lungs, heart, tongue, and stomach were prepared for traditional pork dishes. The liver, kidneys, and large intestines were to be stir-fried later, while the small intestines were used for sausages.

The offal was consumed as much as possible; whatever couldn’t be eaten immediately was frozen for later use.

Chu Qingzhi took the butcher’s knife, first separating the pig’s head from its body. The skin was meticulously handled by the aunties, the bones were used for soup.

Next, she processed the body, removing the trotters and then separating the bones from the meat.

The ribs were marinated, while the spine and other bones were used for soup, with leftovers frozen.

The belly meat was used for sauce meat.

Part of the hind leg meat was marinated, and the rest, along with other meats, was used for sausage.

That was roughly the arrangement.

Now, Chu Qingzhi was dissecting the pork alone, skillfully separating each part, the cuts precise and the meat clearly sectioned, making it look easy.

The onlookers praised her, especially the butchers, who thought her knife skills surpassed theirs. Without looking at the person, one might think Chu Qingzhi’s technique was that of a professional butcher.

After the pig was fully dissected, Chu Qingzhi placed the ribs in a wooden basin to be washed, drained, and then marinated.

The belly meat and hind leg meat were also placed in basins, to be washed, cooled, and prepared accordingly.

Lastly, the meat for sausages was washed separately, as it needed to be sliced. Tables were set up on the other side of the yard for slicing meat once washed. Since no one had made sausages before, Chu Qingzhi needed to demonstrate. She took the washed meat, weighed it to twenty pounds, and once the spices were brought over, mixed them into the meat slices according to the ratio. With the ratio set, everyone could follow suit, making the sausage-making process easier and ensuring a consistent taste without the risk of uneven saltiness or flavor.

The villagers who were free gathered at the old house, watching Chu Qingzhi slice the meat. She was fast, and the twenty pounds of meat were soon cut up and placed in a basin.

“Just cut it like I did, twenty pounds per basin. I’m going to get the spices,” she instructed.

It was simple, and after seeing it once, the aunties understood, “Okay, we got it.”

One auntie weighed the meat while the others cut it. If someone got tired of cutting, they would switch out, talcing turns.

Li Qingyu stopped Chu Qingzhi, who was about to fetch the spices, “Qingzhi, how do you wash the small intestines?”

“Mom, let me show you.” Chu Qingzhi took the small intestines, first adding her prepared medicinal juice to rub it in, then rinsed it with clean water, followed by cutting it into several small sections. The small intestines didn’t need to be long for making sausages. After cutting them into sections, she turned them inside out, added the medicinal juice again, and cleaned them until the intestines were white and clean, without any strange smell.

“Mom, do you understand?”

Li Qingyu nodded, “I understand. I’ll wash the small intestines later. You just give instructions.”

Seeing her daughter’s hands, so white and delicate, Li Qingyu felt they weren t suited for such tasks.

“That’s fine.” Chu Qingzhi said, “Mom, I’m going to get the spices.”

“Go on.”

Chu Qingzhi headed to the backyard.