The worker who opened the back door of the carriage was staggered by the stench gushing out of the carriage, he took a step back, looked at the things in the carriage, and said very dissatisfied: "Master Qin, why is this car so smelly? When did the three of us move in?"

The driver who smoked smiled and said: "Do you still complain about moving? …… Today there is more than this car, at least two more. We drivers have been scolded on the road, and you are not happy to move here?"

The unloading worker asked in surprise: "Three cars? ”

The driver said with a smile: "It's not Hong Fat who loses money, it's the pig dealer who has bad luck." What the fat man is doing is a change business. A pig truck overturned on a mountain road on the side of Tianjun Mountain, and the pigs in the cart were almost dead. The pig dealers hid the dead pigs that could not be transported to the south in the mountains, and only last night did they avoid the checkpoint and smuggle the dead pigs to Boss Hong's slaughterhouse. Fortunately, the slaughterhouse is still reputable and will help you disembowel and shave your hair, otherwise, you will have to get these dead pigs, and it will be even harder, and you will have to smoke a few people to death. ”

The stevedore carried half of the spoiled black and red pork, ignoring the foul smell and the stained blood still dripping, and sneered: "What is the credibility of the matter, and I don't want to earn this manual fee? If the boss gives me this money, I can also disembowel and shave my hair." ”

At this time, two more workers walked out of the factory. A worker dragged a large piece of pork out of the carriage and muttered, "Isn't it too immoral for us to do this?

The driver smiled: "Wang Gouzi, you really have a bodhisattva heart, what can't be eaten, and it's not a pig that dies of poison." Didn't we even make bacon the day before yesterday with a truckload of dead pigs? ”

The worker deliberately poked the pork with his finger before carrying it on his shoulder, and said, "This meat is starting to rot, I don't know if there are maggots in it?"

Another worker said impatiently, "Alright, alright, just your." If you have the ability, don't nag here, go and talk to Boss Sun. So you said to him, "The surname is Sun, you are so lacking in virtue, how can you use this kind of meat as a raw material?" Haha, do you dare?"

The driver also smiled: "That's it." It's not that you don't know, some people really like to eat bacon made of carrion, and they feel that this is the taste. You know why the slaughterhouse is disemboweling these dead pigs? They don't really have good intentions, they don't make money for our labor, but because somebody buys pigs at a high price and wants to take them to a supper shop near the school for supper. Boiling those things in the brine is delicious, much better than the pig water sold in regular butcher shops, and it is very pretty. ”

Speaking of this, the driver lit the cigarette he had just taken out with the cigarette butt he was smoking, threw away the useless cigarette butt and took a sharp puff, saying: "Just now I saw two owners of a supper shop in the slaughterhouse buying pigs' heads. It's really ...... to have a pig's head Hey, even if I stood a few meters away, I could see white maggots crawling out of the eyes and mouth of the pig's head, and they still wanted to buy it. It is said that put more chili peppers, and it tastes great. I filthy his grandmother's shit, even blacker than us. ”

Dare to love this guy also knows that he is black-hearted, but he has no intention of repenting at all. The Wang Gouzi worker who was muttering just now just muttered, and neatly picked up a large piece of pork and rushed to the workshop.

Another worker said disapprovingly: "Hey, now this society is simply laughing at the poor and not at prostitutes, as long as they can make money, they dare to do anything that lacks morality." Now that the new mayor of Jiangde City has just arrived, who cares about us. ”

The driver laughed and said, "The new mayor? As long as our boss Hong spends money to buy off a few minor officials below, not to mention that the big officials like the mayor don't know, even the junior officials in the district don't know. Anyway, everyone is gambling, whoever is caught is unlucky, and whoever makes money is the uncle. ”

Meng Wentian, who was hiding in the green belt, cursed something in a low voice, then turned off the shooting function of his mobile phone, and then quietly left here. He deduced that there should be a back door in this workshop.

For reasons such as fire safety and air convection, workshops are generally designed to be through, generally north-south or east-west, which means that this workshop now has a north gate, and it is likely to also have a south gate.

Meng Wentian wanted to sneak into the workshop gate to the south to see what was going on inside, and see how the workers in the workshop were processing the spoiled pork.

The workshop is not big, Meng Wentian followed the direction of the workshop to the south of the detour, and before he saw the workshop door, he knew that his guess was correct, because there was a vomiting smell in the air, the smell of rotting meat, the smell of soy sauce, chili pepper, cinnamon, bay leaves and other spices, they were all so rich, plus a hot steam, all mixed together was more uncomfortable than the smell of the sewer, it was simply suffocating.

Meng Wentian couldn't help but spit and scolded a national scolding, and then flashed into the workshop.

The reason why he was so smooth and fast was that when he saw the south gate, he found that there were no workers here, and a street lamp outside the door was dim because it was shrouded in steam. Rushing in the gushing steam, no one could know, unless he was unlucky, and someone inside came out and hit him in the face.

Of course, he couldn't be unlucky, but his luck was not very good, because he hadn't walked a few steps after entering, and before he could find a hiding place in the steam, he saw a worker running over in a hurry, almost making Meng Wentian turn around and flee.

But he soon noticed that the worker who came running didn't notice him at all, and didn't even look in any other direction, staring at a place three or four meters away from Meng Wentian, where there was a long row of square hard plastic baskets stacked up. The worker dragged the plastic basket and walked back, not even knowing that there was an extra stranger in the workshop.

The worker didn't pay attention to him, but he did, and he noticed exactly that as the worker dragged a stack of hard plastic baskets away, the plastic baskets scraped up a layer of mud on the ground.

Seeing the mud, Meng Wentian noticed that his feet were a little soft, and he almost vomited.

Holding back his nausea, he turned on the camera function of his phone again, and began to walk towards the area in front of him where there were workers operating while filming everything he saw.

There were not many workers in the workshop, not including the three stevedores, and the rest were only six people, and they were divided into three "types of work": two workers chopped the pork that had just been unloaded from the carriage into long strips of meat with machetes, with cigarettes in their mouths, and while chopping vigorously, there were no words to be spoken, and the people who spoke to him were not fixed, sometimes the three stevedores, sometimes another chopper, and sometimes the female worker who picked the meat strips next to him.

Yes, the other type of work is the two female workers who pick the meat strips, and they are very skillful.

One woman sorts the different parts of the meat onto a plank on one side, while another throws them into different pools. If they have free time, they also help the meat chopping workers pick up the broken bones that are not needed and throw them into the trash can next to them.

Two other workers stood on the other side of the pool, one holding a funnel made of wire, scooping up the meat strips that the female workers had thrown into the pool, and placing them in the designated place to drain the water. That's what the worker who dragged the hard plastic baskets, which were used to hold the tenderloin.

The process of chopping meat is nothing, and the only thing Meng Wentian is worried about is not to fall the cigarette ash in his mouth into the meat when the two workers chop the meat hard.

Even if it is transferred into the meat, the current Meng Wentian doesn't think there is anything serious, they may not be as harmful to people as the spoiled meat, and it is better for customers to buy some cigarette ash and eat it than to eat rotten pork.

Meng Wentian was most worried about the two female workers who threw the meat into the pool and the two workers who fished the meat from the pool. If you don't see these two processes, you won't worry, one process just throws the meat into the water, what's the harm?

The problem is that when Meng Wentian saw those pools of dirty black water, he was really scared. He didn't know if the water in those pools had been changed, but only a small faucet was turned on and kept filling the pool, and there was a notch on the other side of the pool that drained the overflowing water.

Whenever the female worker threw the meat strips into the pool, the black and red water surface shook and more sewage flowed out of the notch, and every time the meat harvester scooped the meat strips with a wire funnel, the black water surface dropped a little, and there was no water flowing out of the notch, or the overflowing sewage became very small.

Yes, the water used to wash meat is simply sewage, and the so-called washing is more than cross-contamination.

Meng Wentian didn't know if they were cleaning or soiling the meat strips now.

When the meat strips are thrown in and fished up, it takes about a minute, and the washing action of the workers is to press a few times in the water with a wire funnel to let the sewage flood them.

Behind these workers is a long workbench, where there are no workers, only buckets of spices with rich flavors, such as cinnamon powder, bay leaf powder, pepper powder, and paprika...... In addition to these, there are salt, soy sauce, sesame oil, and other things used to marinate meat products.

There is a huge oven near the entrance to the workshop to the south, from which the steam in the workshop comes out. Because the oven door was half-closed, there were no workers, only countless steam bubbled out through the cracks in the oven door.

A worker who chopped meat cut off a leg bone with great force, and shouted to the stevedore, "Wang Gouzi, how many more?" ”