Chapter 568 The Importance of Plowing Cattle

The man squatted next to the calf, stretched out his hand to caress its back, his eyes were red, and his face was at a loss.

"In order to raise it and make it stronger, we gave up all our food rations to it. Why can't we raise it?"

"Hey, calves are hard to raise, and it's not surprising to get them sick. I advise you to sell them while you can. They won't be worth anything after they die.

"Yeah, it's a pity, but I can get some money by selling it while I can. Fortunately, it hasn't grown yet, and it's common to get sick, so you don't have to take responsibility."

After listening to everyone's persuasion, the man looked sad and wiped his tears.

"I can't bear to part with it. The cow at home is getting old. I thought it could be replaced in a few years, but now it's better. It's like a chicken and egg.

While crying, the man suddenly hugged the leg of an old man next to him and prayed with his face.

"Doctor Liang, I beg you, please help me think of a way. I really can't bear it. I have spent so much effort and now watching it die is almost like killing me."

"Alas, the calf has a cough that has gone deep into its heart and cannot be saved. I am a veterinarian, not a god, and there is nothing I can do."

Doctor Liang looked at him, sighed, shook off his hand, turned and walked away.

At this moment, a man next to him came over stroking his beard and snorted softly,

"You'd better make a decision quickly. While you're still angry, I'll pay you. If you die, I won't accept the money. No one wants to eat dead beef.

Beef during this period was a special meat, available for a limited time, and the price was set by the government. Raw beef was forty cents per catty, and cooked beef was one hundred cents per catty due to losses.

This kind of price is sky-high for ordinary people. No one is willing to buy it, but for those wealthy people, it is not worth mentioning at all.

"My little cow weighs more than 200 pounds. Isn't it too little money?"

"Tsk~, you cow has been sick for half a month and is so skinny that you can produce up to eighty kilograms of meat. I'll just earn some hard work for you. If you're willing, I'll pay for it. If you're not willing, I'll pay for it. Take it home yourself.”

The man said and sneered,

"But the ugly words come to the forefront. The government has regulations that prohibit the private slaughter of farm cattle. Although you are a cowboy, it is not something you can bear. Think about it for yourself, and then bring it to me. As long as you have a breath, I still paid the usual amount and accepted it.”

After the butcher finished speaking, he turned around and walked away in a swaggering manner.

"Threatening people." Wenyou said coldly, carrying the wooden box.

"He has this qualification. People who are qualified to slaughter cattle are recognized by the government."

Bai Yunxi looked at the back of the butcher, then at the middle-aged man squatting on the ground with a bitter look on his face, and silently sympathized with him.

During this period, cattle were an important property of the family. Anyone who had cattle at home belonged to the middle class, but cattle had to be registered with the government.

After reporting, you cannot kill selfishly. There is a law in the Song Dynasty. If you kill cattle selfishly, your illegal gains will be confiscated, and you will be punished with a rod of seventy and one year.

Strictly speaking, this kind of punishment is relatively severe. Even a young man in his prime cannot bear seventy sticks. Plus a year of probation, it is almost equal to death.

Of course, there are exceptions to everything. When cattle are old, sick, seriously injured, and lose the ability to work, they can only be sent for slaughter with the approval of the government. However, the tendons must be turned in. Beef tendons are military supplies and can be used to make bows and arrows.