Chapter 222: Pig Slaughter Underway—bleeding
In the information found by Xiang Chuan, there are two processes: countryside soil method pig slaughter and slaughterhouse assembly line pig slaughter. Originally, Xiang Chuan intended to go with Ouyang Yating, Ainuo, and Liang Gong after taking the afternoon off, take the pig to the meat processing plant, and discuss with the people there trying the slaughterhouse assembly line method.
But now with Class Eight Grade One people joining in, they could only switch to countryside soil method pig slaughter (ultra-future props version).
The first thing in countryside soil method pig slaughter is to secure the pig—but this step can be completely skipped now. Xiang Chuan glanced at the pig on the platform held suspended in mid-air. It was placed in a prone position inside a zero-gravity ring, its four limbs firmly gripped by four mechanical arms, and its head fixed by another mechanical arm. The drug effect hadn’t worn off yet, and the pig was sleeping soundly.
Xiang Chuan wouldn’t doubt the strength of the mechanical arms. If this thing smashed onto any animal’s skull, it could directly send it back to the King of Hell’s palace far away in the solar system.
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After skipping the step of tying the pig, they needed to move to the next step—bleeding.
Pig blood naturally couldn’t be wasted. Among the equipment applied for by Xiang Chuan was a narrow-necked wide-bottom container pre-mixed with salt in proportion. This container could have its narrow neck removed from the top of the wide bottom below. To draw the blood over, they needed an attractive tube.
During lunch, Xiang Chuan had simply told the Class Eight Grade One crowd about the afternoon steps, so most of lunch time was spent by everyone assigning work based on these steps.
On the question of who would be responsible for bleeding the pig, quite a few bold boys and girls signed up one after another, especially those who had helped Xiang Chuan kill fish and kill chicken during field training. Hearing they could kill a pig of such a large size this time, they instantly felt a bit itchy to show their skills.
However, because there was an excellent attractive tube and only one pig, at most just two people were needed to insert the tube one after the other into the pig neck’s large artery to draw out the blood.
In the end, Cultural Committee Member Mandy and one of the class cadre small group’s good bros Qing Ke won. The selection method was also very simple: Xiang Chuan had just taught them rock paper scissors.
This game of mutual counters of three, while also testing synchronicity and reaction, instantly attracted the audience not so interested in the pig slaughter show. The Class Eight Grade One crowd in the venue focused their attention on the two holding the tube, and the students watching via holographic projection had already started playing rock paper scissors.
In the venue, Mandy and Qing Ke held the tubes with needle tips and came to both sides of the pig neck.
“Scan the artery position at the pig neck.” Xiang Chuan issued the command to the scanning equipment.
Only a [beep] was heard, and after a beam of light slowly swept horizontally over the pig neck position, a holographic projection of the blood vessels, bones, and nerves was mapped one-to-one at the pig neck position.
Xiang Chuan: This technology is pretty good. At least when getting blood drawn during a checkup, doctors won’t fail to find the veins anymore.
After a bit of random thinking, Xiang Chuan looked seriously at the two and said, “After inserting the needle tube, remember to press the fix button. The needle tube will automatically fix in the insertion position and automatically expand the needle hole to start drawing blood immediately.”
As for whether the pig would wake up in pain? Naturally—that wouldn’t happen. Modern slaughter technology is very humane… or rather beast-humane? All poultry are injected with nerve-paralyzing painkillers during processing to ensure they ascend painlessly.
So naturally, there was no need to worry about any horrifying scene at the moment they inserted the needle tube of the pig waking up in pain and squealing to scare the students.
…Actually kinda want to see that scene. Xiang Chuan thought heartlessly.
The first to insert the needle tube was Cultural Committee Member Mandy. After experiencing that period of killing chicken and kill fish, he struck fast, ruthless, and accurate. After the needle tube was fixed, the attracted blood could be seen gradually falling into the container.
Quite a few Class Eight Grade One students gathered near the container, curiously observing what would happen when pig blood contacted salt. But the faces of the vast majority of watching first-year high school students weren’t so good; they hadn’t reviewed much of the live stream from that field training period and thus hadn’t seen such a brutal bloody scene. Class Ten first-year students’ faces were better; after all, they had been forced to see up close back then this Class Eight Grade One group killing chicken and kill fish.
Chou Manman, squatting in the front row, turned to look at the idle Xiang Chuan nearby and asked:
“Xiang Chuan, why put salt in the container?”
“To make the pig blood coagulate.” Xiang Chuan yawned; she hadn’t slept much at noon. “Generally, when blood contacts salt, it coagulates into a state like… uh… coagulates into a state like tofu or steamed milk pudding.”
Close call, almost said something that doesn’t exist in modern times. Xiang Chuan wiped sweat in her heart.
“Real or fake? But what to do with coagulated pig blood? For experiments?” Chou Manman pressed.
“Of course to eat it. I won’t keep things that can’t be eaten.”
Whoa!
Hearing this, whether Class Eight Grade One, the watching students, or escort ship employees, all were shocked.
Huh? Pig blood is edible? Real or fake?
“Were ancient people pushed that hard? Even eating pig blood?”
Ainuo voiced everyone’s common thought at the moment.
“What do you know? Pig blood is good stuff. Ancient people used pig blood for dishes when anemic to improve blood production ability. When boiling soup, add two pieces; that texture is smoother than tofu. Tender tofu can’t be used for soup. Also, stir-frying pig blood with chives—that flavor, tsk tsk.” Xiang Chuan said, wiping non-existent saliva from her mouth. “Ah, come to think of it, chicken blood seems edible too. Didn’t you eat it last time we made chicken soup?”
“You forgot? You had them imitate you killing chicken and let all the chicken blood go to waste.” Nancy burst out laughing.
“Uh…” Xiang Chuan scratched her head embarrassedly; she really forgot, but there were no extra bowls then anyway.
“This is easy.” Ainuo looked at Xiang Chuan. “Doesn’t your family’s eatery have chicken soup? Just have your father change the menu at the store then, keep the chicken blood and boil it in the soup.”
Yue Xiang Restaurant! Chicken blood in chicken soup!
Some students from other classes recently obsessed with Yue Xiang Restaurant heard this and their eyes lit up; they were already mentally planning to find a chance to convince their parents to go to Yue Xiang Restaurant to try chicken blood.
The Fourth Production Escort Ship employees hearing this felt bitterly in their hearts: Whine, the main ship’s Yue Xiang Restaurant is about to launch second generation recipes, and their Fourth Production Escort Ship branch store hasn’t even opened yet.
“Why put salt first to coagulate? When boiling soup later, doesn’t the soup also have salt? Won’t it be too salty like this?” Ainuo asked doubtfully.
“If you ask about the coagulation principle, I can’t explain it either.” Xiang Chuan, a pure liberal arts student in her previous life, decisively steered away from what she couldn’t explain. “As for why put salt first, I can explain a bit. If not using salt to coagulate pig blood or chicken blood, they would remain liquid. In that state, even if poured into salted soup, they could only finally coagulate as flocculent matter, without the texture and feel like tofu or steamed milk pudding I just mentioned. The reaction between salt and pig blood or chicken blood doesn’t take effect all at once, so shape it first before adding to the soup.”
While Xiang Chuan was excitedly explaining, Cultural Committee Member Mandy had already removed the needle hole, and Qing Ke followed right up.
And in the holographic projection mode invisible to the Class Eight Grade One crowd, Aksim General Manager had already started using professional knowledge to explain the reaction principle of thrombin and fibrinogen to students from other classes.
This was prime ready-made teaching material; no reason not to use it.
