Spring is the season of rejuvenation.

Being in Yangon, which is at 16°48' north latitude, Zhu Fugui didn't feel this.

After all, it's spring all year round.

Weasel has recovered from the Great Dehydration.

When he talks about his adventures on the streets of India years ago, he still has lingering palpitations.

For the first time in more than a decade, this excellent hunter who roams the Rocky Mountains, a cold-blooded agent who walks in the dark, and a loyal guard who stands in the shadow of the emperor and also serves as a royal porcelain collector, has taken more than a month of sick leave.

At this time, he returned to his previous indifferent appearance, standing behind Zhu Fugui expressionlessly, but firmly staring at the grass and trees around him.

"Itachi~"

Zhu Fugui stood on the dock, inspecting the reserves, and couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you curious, why do I have to store so much 'food'?" ”

Yin Weasel shook his head: "Weichen doesn't know. ”

Zhu Fugui asked again: "Then do you want to know?" ”

Yin Weasel shook his head again: "If you need Weichen to know, Your Majesty will naturally let Weichen know." ”

Zhu Fugui sighed, chatting with this guy is really boring.

Fortunately, at this time, Sydney came out from behind Yin Weasel.

Speaking of which, Sydney is actually thirteen years old this year.

But because of the abuse she suffered at Indian schools, stunted growth, or the fact that the Inuit themselves were shorter than the Han and Southern Indians, Sydney still looked like a ten-year-old girl.

She pointed to the mountains of boxes on the dock and the Peppa Pig printed on the boxes, and said with a twitch in her nose: "Long live Lord, I've wanted to ask for a long time, what are these things, the taste is so strong!" ”

Zhu Fugui laughed and said, "It's not a secret, just tell our little Sydney!" ”

Zhu Fugui pulled out his saber from his waist and stepped forward to slash hard at one of the wooden boxes.

Somewhat awkwardly, the box split, but not completely.

After a few more hard splits, the box made of balsa wood fell apart.

Scattered from the inside were clumps of air-dried, half-rotten meat scraps.

There are even maggots crawling on it.

"Wow, it looks delicious!" Sydney clapped her little hands and jumped up.

Zhu Fugui's eyes widened.

It turns out that this one is the heavyweight.

But thinking about it carefully, Zhu Fugui was also relieved.

Because Zhu Fugui knows that Kiviak, the traditional food of the Inuit, is almost like this.

In fact, the lack of food, especially green vegetables, has led to similar customs in the high-latitude peoples to obtain vitamins from fermented carrion.

For example, the famous traditional Swedish delicacy canned herring is made from lightly rotted and fermented herring.

And Kiwiak of the Inuit is a little more rugged.

This method of food preparation is very complex and can take years to complete.

To put it simply, the carcass of a petrel is not treated, plucked, or eviscerated, but directly placed in the body of the seal, soaked in the seal's gastric juice, and then sealed with seal fat after suturing.

The seals are then buried in the permafrost, fermented for 2 to 3 years, and then taken out and eaten directly.

You can imagine what that food looks like.

But for the Inuit, it's a rare delicacy that provides them with a much-needed vitamin in the Arctic.

Seeing that Xiao Sydney seemed to smell the smell of home, and looked eager to try, Zhu Fugui hurriedly pulled her back to the car with Yin Weasel.

On the way back, Sydney was still reluctant.

When Zhu Fugui thought of this little girl with a piece of carrion in her mouth and feasted on it, she couldn't help but think of the scene of a Thai horror movie.

Speaking of which, eating carrion is also something in China.

As far as Zhu Fugui knows, in some places in China, there is indeed a custom of eating rotten pork.

But it's not mainstream after all.

And Zhu Fugui estimated that the rot degree of those pork must not be comparable to the scraps he collected.

In fact, the meat is all scraps collected from Zhu Fugui sausage factories, fishery companies and other departments in Wadao, Tianjin, Fengdu and other places.

There are pigs, sheep, cows, chickens, and duck meat, as well as various unidentified seafood wastes.

The Ming Dynasty is not rich now, and thrift is also the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation.

As a rule, only particularly poor quality scrap is discarded.

The better-looking waste has two uses, one is to make feed, and the other is to make nutritious cereal, a traditional red-necked delicacy that is exported to the two American states.

Of course, because he knew that there was something called prions in the world, Zhu Fugui specifically asked the Department of Agriculture and Animal Husbandry of the Ministry of Household Affairs to make overall management, and to feed cattle with pork residue and sheep with beef residue to strictly prevent the emergence of mad cow disease.

In addition, since Robert Lee officially changed his banner and accepted the canonization of the Ming Dynasty, the Ming Dynasty has gradually strengthened the quality control of red-neck cereals, and will not use these highly rotten meat materials as raw materials.

And the carrion that appears on the pier in Yangon today is a waste that is not even qualified for pig feed, and is not suitable for consumption at all.

However, it is also different from case to case.

When real calamity strikes, they will be enough to fight for.

Moreover, even if it is not a disaster year, this is high-quality meat that meets the procurement standards of the Ministry of Defense of a certain world power!

Zhu Fugui is confident that his moral standards will not be significantly lower than those of relevant officials in prominent countries.

At least those involved in the secret handling of rotten fish in New Zealand's seafood markets would agree.

·

Since February 1876, the 14th year of Dewu, the Yangon Huangying Sausage Factory, a large-scale food processing factory invested and built by the Ming Dynasty in Yangon, began to work overtime to produce [Shiva's Whip] brand sausages.

The recipe for each kilogram is: 100 grams of white feather chicken, 50 grams of high-quality beef, 100 grams of sea fish or snow crab meat, 550 grams of high-quality semi-fatty pork, 30 grams of eggs, 20 milliliters of milk, and 150 grams of flour.

Although the ingredients of [Zhu Fugui Sausage] have shrunk slightly compared to the [Stalin Sausage] in the former Soviet Union, in general, the nutrients contained in a [Zhu Fugui Sausage] are also extremely rich.

But the [Shiva's Whip] brand sausage is completely different.

Its recipe is very simple and crude: each kilogram of Shiva's Whip sausage contains 20 ml of Ganges water, 500 grams of rotten meat filling, 100 grams of aged rice flour, 100 grams of corn flour, 100 grams of potato flour, 100 grams of flour, 80 grams of margarine.

Zhu Fugui has seen the finished product of [Shiva's Whip].

What he wanted to say was that it was not so much Shiva's whip as Shiva's stool.

That color, that smell, anyway, Zhu Fugui is completely unacceptable.

However, due to the sterilization process, there is no case of "bacilli born from the stomach".

But sausages contain all kinds of toxic and harmful substances, for sure.

However, Zhu Fugui knows very well that he is doing good deeds, making great merits, and being the most moral person in the world.

This is not an exaggeration at all.

Because as an emperor of the Ming Dynasty, no matter what Zhu Fugui does now, he will become a living Buddha against the backdrop of the next British.

Yingyi is as poisonous as a ghost, and there are no more wicked people in the world.

·

While the eyes of the world were focused on the fall of Istanbul, on the repeated scramble in Brussels, on the Queen of England's speech declaring that the British Empire would defend India to the death, the jewel in the crown of the Empire, no one noticed that it had not rained for five months on the Deccan plateau in southern India.

This may be due to the fact that since last year, the monsoon in the Indian Ocean has shifted slightly offward, causing the water vapor belt to move eastward.

Zhu Fugui heard from Nguyen Phuc Shi that this year's rain in the Indochina Peninsula was indeed more than in previous years.

Even the newly established Cochin Cloth Administration Department made a plan to prevent floods in the spring, but fortunately it was not used in the end.

But for India, without precious rains, an even greater catastrophe is on the horizon.