The bookstores, post offices, classrooms, and so on in this cultural village are full of retro style, and you can see many old radios, old black-and-white televisions, simple tables and chairs, etc., which is full of nostalgia.

And places like whale processing plants, whale oil mills, and whale decomposition plants are more uncomfortable.

I saw a worker with a white towel, holding a machete about 50 centimeters long and 10 centimeters wide, aiming at the whale's belly, and a large pool of dark red dirty blood was flowing under his feet in black rubber boots.

Next to the workers' feet were two tattered iron buckets, a large red plastic basin, and a weighing scale not far away.

The whale lying on the ground and being slaughtered was about twelve or three meters long, its back and pectoral fins were black, its belly was white and folded, and its abdomen had been cut by a machete with a long cut.

Another worker, wearing a hat and overalls, stands in the middle of the whale's gaping jaw, holding a scythe to the whale's jaw, and beneath his feet is a large expanse of light blue water flowing from the whale's mouth.

A third worker stands on the whale's back with a sharp machete in his hand, his hands on his waist, as if supervising the work of the two men below......... These sculptures are all carved to life.

At that time, people not only ate whale meat, but also extracted whale oil from whale fat as lubricants, candles, soaps, and the like. So there are several scenes of workers refining whale oil.

Three workers surround a circular iron-cast refinery with tiny holes around it, and in the refinery are rectangular white whale butter with fish skin.

One worker with a large spoon in his hand, another with a shovel in his hand, and two tight refining furnaces with identical lids next to them. Every detail is realistic.

Sheng Qianyu looked at the scene in front of him, and couldn't help but feel a lot of pity in his heart, the fate of whales in that era was so sad. In the same way, she knows that there is a person who may be more angry or more grieved.

She couldn't help but look up at Han Yiche not far away. He was intently watching the scene in the whale decomposition plant. There was no anger, no sadness, no pity, just a quiet and peaceful staring at the sculpture, without a hint of expression on his face.

Sheng Qianyu sighed softly in his heart, some people are more likely to hide their emotions and never show their dew.

Soon it was twelve o'clock at noon, after a morning of shopping, the four people were hungry, found a restaurant in the special cultural zone, and found that there were many whale meat specialty stores, and the three of them looked at Han Yiche in unison, he nodded: "Go in and have a look." After saying that, he walked in first.

This is a restaurant that looks a little more upscale, and the first thing you see when you enter the door is the wall full of celebrity photos and autographs, and it is estimated that it is a very famous restaurant.

The waiter brought the menu, Han Yiche took it, and while looking through the menu, he asked the waiter, "Are the whales in your store fresh?"

The waiter immediately nodded and smiled: "Sir, don't worry, the whales we use are all fresh."

Han Yiche put down the menu and raised his eyes to stare at the waiter: "Oh? How fresh is it? Alive? ”

The waiter replied calmly: "It was still alive when it was delivered this morning, there are a total of 9 whale meat specialty stores in the cultural district, and our business is the hottest, because our boss is already the third generation to run this store, and no one has the authentic taste of my family."