Bo Yi and Shu Qi had expected the pork to carry the same rank, gamey smell as before, but it did not.
They carefully recalled that piece of fatty meat, fat and lean together, smooth on the tongue without being greasy.
Yes, that mouthful of rich fat-ordinary pork simply never had such thick layers of fat.
The two began savoring the memory.
It was slightly gamier than lamb, but smoother and more tender than beef.
"Delicious!"
They repeated the word, this time straight from the heart.
But what delighted them was not the flavor of the pork. It was what it meant for the common people.
Raising pigs had become much easier than before. Even bringing it into ordinary households no longer seemed difficult.
The pigs raised this way yielded plenty of meat and fat, one pig worth two. Never mind commoners who went year after year without tasting meat—even sons of Feudal Lords like themselves found it delicious.
And even without this new method of raising pigs, pork had been much cheaper than beef or lamb! Now that production had increased, meat prices were certain to plunge!
Presumably, the other places, the Cattle House and Sheep House, had made similar progress.
Why not eat minced meat!
This was what "why not eat minced meat" meant! Ordinary people could eat minced meat!
Even the way the two looked at Zhu Zizhen changed.
That potbellied general suddenly seemed noble.
He was rustic, his behavior bizarre, and he knew nothing of etiquette, like some barbarian beyond civilization. He even resembled these pigs, grunting and snuffling as he ate.
In Bo Yi and Shu Qi's eyes, all of this became proof of his devotion to raising pigs. If a man raised pigs so wholeheartedly that even his movements and behavior came to resemble