Chapter 334 (1/2)

”Wheezing!”

Winter is coming. The north wind, which has ravaged the wasteland for hundreds of years, is sweeping from the far north with cold frost.

Every winter, the cold wind that sweeps away the soil fertility is regarded as the anger of the goddess of spring by people on the wasteland. Because they have a grudge against ASAS, the God of harvest, they always disgust him several times a year, causing the weak people at the bottom to suffer.

”Yo Yo!”

A wide field slaughterhouse, the desert plain is covered with a layer of white frost, and the hired workers hold hunting knives and their faces are full of vitality.

Under the cold wind, they vomited hot air, strong and strong, and applied poison to the shivering snow fox in the cage!

”Yo Yo!”

A forced snow kept awake, but it attracted the dissatisfaction of the workers.

At the next moment, the iron rod fell, and the snow fox's fragile skull was broken and his brain sputtered, but he did not die at the first time, which made the workers more angry. One record after another of the iron rod fell. The snow fox, who tried to resist, was beaten into sauce and blurred in flesh and blood.

With each blow of the iron rod, the snow fox kept making a shrill cry until the sound gradually weakened and there was no movement. Despair and fear filled the eyes of the same kind in the cage like a tide.

”Hum.”

When the workers were dissatisfied, they cleaned the fur, and then used the knife equipped at the edge of the knife board to cut the fox's legs with a sharp knife while the fox's body temperature was still alive to help separate the fur.

Every winter is the best stage for the centralized slaughter of snow foxes. Bloody slaughter can be seen everywhere in this newly opened slaughterhouse.

Moreover, before killing the fox and taking the skin, we should have a psychological contest with the snow fox.

The workers first used several lucky snow foxes as examples to break down the psychological defense line of the snow foxes by abusive means, so that they could not resist. They lay honestly on the board and were skilfully peeled off by the workers.

It's like taking off a dress.

In terms of skinning, the workers themselves are hunters and experienced veterans. If they peel off a complete snow fox skin, they will be rewarded with three copper eagles, which is much easier than hunting.

While the fox's temperature is still warm, hang them on the iron hook and peel them. With the cooperation of a sharp knife, a fox skin is completely peeled off in a few minutes.

Three copper Eagles arrived in a few minutes. With such huge profits, how can the workers not be ecstatic and greatly mobilize their enthusiasm.

With this money, we can make a few rich meals for our wife and children before the winter, put on warm cotton clothes, and get a batch of fox meat for free.

Even though winter is coming, people's hearts are still warm.

As everyone knows, the fox skin that has been stripped off its whole skin is hung on an iron hook, and a little tears show in the corners of its eyes. Sadness and despair are real.

The bloody fox was randomly thrown on the garbage can by the workers. It was dripping with blood and gave off a disgusting smell.

Due to the poor operation of funds and the arrival of elite knights in the Earl's territory, the new slaughterhouse did not open up special infrastructure. Earl Sapp ordered the workers to skin the snow fox farm, even next to the cage.

”Yo Yo...”

The howling of the snow fox before its death made the fox still in the cage fight. Watching the same kind one by one caught by the cruel workers, knocked their heads with sticks and died miserably in front of them, took skin and threw meat. They hid in the cage and trembled and dared not resist.

Moreover, the meat thrown in the trash can will be recycled, stirred into meat paste, and then frozen by frost magic.

In order to save costs, count Shapu no longer buys meat feed in winter. Instead, he mints the fur peeled fox meat and feeds it to the fox cubs.

As the saying goes, although you are dead, under the mercy of the count, your family's relatives are with you, forged and connected by blood.