The pigs were sent to the slaughterhouse in advance. After sleeping beautifully, they were driven to the entrance of the slaughterhouse.
Under the narrow passage, the pigs lined up and walked in.
The next step is to clean and scrub variously, and each pig that comes out is much cleaner.
Feng Yin took Cui Tianze, surrounded by the slaughterhouse staff, explaining the whole process step by step.
The clean pigs were clenched and hung up when they passed through a machine. Now they were grasshoppers on the rope and they couldn’t run away even if they wanted to.
The next pigs will be sent into super-concentration carbon dioxide and be stunned, reducing the pain and struggle when slaughtered.
It was also a slaughter by the machine. Before Cui Tianze could react, pigs were bleeding, their heads were removed, their internal organs were removed, and they were split in half.
“It’s okay, I thought it would be bloody.”
Cui Tianze’s idea was also the idea of netizens in the live broadcast room. When the cold machine works, killing doesn’t look that scary.
The live broadcast room has been broadcasting live, and the too bloody scenes have not been broadcast live.
The pigs that were divided into two halves were cut again, and they were still operated by machines. After the group visited, Cui Tianze couldn’t help but ask: “What are we going to do?”
“Kill the pig.”
Cui Tianze felt as if it was true, and the boots fell to the ground.
“Which workshop am I in charge?”
Feng Yin was shaking hands with the person in charge to express his gratitude.
“What workshop?”
Cui Tianze pointed to the factory behind him in question and said, “Aren’t you controlling the machine to kill pigs?”
Feng Yin did not look at Cui Tianze, but looked at Li Sanyi and asked, “Have I ever said I would work here?”
“No.”