"Unpalatable? Not really. Yan Luge shook his head, "The food technology of the Peacock Dynasty is still good, and it is really good to be able to use a lot of additives to restore this canned food to 80% of the taste of barbecue."

"If I were to rate it, the taste of this can would be about 75 points."

This canned food isn't even a spiritual ingredient.

It is really good to be able to be hit by the picky Director Yan with this score.

Many hotel chefs may not be able to do this either.

Yan Luge glanced around and found that most of the people in the same tour group holding this can of food were eating quite deliciously.

Although I know that it is junk food, it tastes good and is novel.

It's like the average person tastes instant noodles for the first time.

Yan Luge pointed to the canned "Full Nutrition Convenience Food No. 1 - Barbecue Flavor" that he threw aside after only one bite: "I'm just a little tired of eating." ”

"Tired of eating? The last time you came to the Mauryan Dynasty, did you eat many times? ”

"No, it's not this level of tiredness." Yan Luge looked at the frozen food in the can, and the corners of his mouth twitched rarely, "If I tell you - the craftsmanship and taste of this thing have continued thousands of years later, and in that last days, it has become the mainstream food of the human race and the demon race......

"What would you think?"

Bailu was sluggish: "...... Yes? ”

"Okay, I'm polite when I say it's mainstream food." Yan Luge couldn't help but start complaining, "It should be said that 99% of the food in that era was it—all the food produced in several large gathering places was this kind of canned food.

"Although this can claims to have 999 different flavors, I have actually eaten each one and I don't know how many times.

"Suffice it to say that there is no time when I have escaped the torment of this can except when I went out hunting myself.

"Later, when civilization fell, there were fewer and fewer people to hunt, and only this can had a long shelf life and became the only source of food for the survivors besides cannibalism.

"I don't know what kind of bad luck I poured, the few warehouses I found at that time were all the same taste, yes, it's this damn 'barbecue flavor', I have to eat it all the time, eat it all the time, eat it every day, eat it every day, eat it every day, eat it all the time, eat it every day, eat it all the time, eat it every day, eat it every day, ......eat

Yan Luge expressionlessly threw the "Full Nutrition Convenience Food No. 1 - Barbecue Flavor" into the trash.

"I really don't want to eat it. Good bye. ”

He wasted food on a rare occasion.

The tour guide saw his movements and subconsciously wanted to reprimand him for wasting food, but before he could speak, his feet suddenly slipped inexplicably, and he performed a flat fall, and the bag with cans in his hand was also thrown out, and he fell to the road by great coincidence, and was crushed to pieces by a speeding heavy truck.

The tour guide got up, but he couldn't care about the words and songs anymore.

He looked at the broken breakfast and jumped to his feet in anger, but in order to keep his job evaluation, he had to pay for a new breakfast for tourists.

The corners of Yan Luge's mouth were rarely bent.

"Boss, do you hate this can so much? Not only do you not eat it yourself, but you also don't plan to let others? Bailu held back a smile.

"They'll thank me."

"Uh-huh, of course." Bailu only thought that the song was said casually.

But Yan Luge was no joke.

With his knowledge of the Mauryan Empire, combined with his later generations...... At least some of the things he had seen in the afterlife he had experienced.

He felt that the source of the "additives" in these cans -

- Maybe it's not that simple.

……

Inside a human cadaver processing plant.

The corpse dog walked through the sorting room, sniffing where its owner had stayed.

The corpse dog walked through the autopsy room, where it rubbed the cart where the owner's body had been placed.

There was no one in either workshop.

Originally, the corpse processing plant was supposed to be open twenty-four hours a day, but due to the revelation of its existence, the sorters and technicians were warned by the peacock and retreated in a panic after leaving behind the work at hand, leaving only empty workstations.

After all, in this country, every talented citizen is a precious treasure of the Holy King.

Their lives are all important.

At least in the peacock's trade-off, keeping them alive is a little more important than the organs waiting to be harvested on the dissecting table.

The corpse dog continued to walk forward.

It's finally here – the biological fermentation room.

This is the last workshop of the corpse processing plant and the last stop in the lives of all the dead.

Bodies that have been dead for a long time, due to disease or poisoning, or who have been left over from the harvesting of usable organs, are sent here to be detoxified and the last bit of residual value to be recovered.

The corpse dog looked up.

Unlike the sorting and dissection rooms, which require a certain amount of technology, this workshop is highly automated, so it can continue to operate even if the operator on duty leaves.

The worthless corpses were placed on carts, driven from all directions, up inclined ramps, and finally parked on several fixed platforms.

The platform tilted, and the strange corpses were pulled by gravity and thrown into a huge "feeding port".

Then, the cart stained with blood and corpse fluid automatically drove away along the established track and entered the cleaning room to carry out high-temperature cleaning and anti-virus work.

Once cleaned and disinfected, the carts re-enter the cart and wait quietly for the next round of work.

Everything seems to be in order.

Except for the corpses that were thrown into the feed opening.

They rolled and fell down the funnel-shaped jaw, and finally fell into the crusher at the bottom of the funnel, making a few sticky loud noises.

It was the sound of soft muscles and hard bones, crushed by the huge steel teeth on the rollers.

The corpse that had been crushed by the crusher had turned into a mass of minced flesh and bones, and the particles were finely crushed, and it was completely impossible to see the original appearance.

The millet then falls into a fermentation vat connected to a pulverizer – a rotating vat shaped like a cement mixer that heats, pressurizes and delivers oxygen without interruption.

Fragments of corpses tumbled inside.

until they are evenly mixed with the corpse fragments of other people.

Mix evenly with other feeds.

Underneath each drum fermenter, there is a small console – where the operators were standing.

On the screen of the console, the detoxification equipment is being processed, or produced.

[Product: Meat and bone meal No. 13, fat No. 1

1. Feeding progress: 70%

- Among them: 79% of human corpses (49& completed); 10% wheat straw (10% completed); 10% of food waste (10% completed); Compound microbial agent No. 9 1% (0% completed).

2. Progress of harmless treatment (high-temperature aerobic fermentation) 0%

- Estimated processing time of 18 hours (0 hours processed). 】

(End of chapter)