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 keep it?"
"Well, it's hard to raise a calf, and it's not surprising to get sick. I advise you to sell it while you can. It won't be worth anything when it dies."
"Yeah, it's a pity, but I can get some money by selling it while I have the guts. 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 as good as 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, so there is nothing I can do."
Doctor Liang looked at him, sighed, shook off his hand, turned and walked away.
"Tsk~, you cow has been sick for half a month and is so skinny that you can produce up to eighty kilograms of meat. If you don't want to, I'll pay for it. If you don't want to, I'll pay for it.
Take it home by yourself."
"Threatening people." Wenyou said coldly, carrying the wooden box.
For ordinary people, this kind of price is sky-high. No one is willing to buy it, but for those wealthy people, it is not worth mentioning at all.
After saying that, the butcher turned around and walked away in a big way.
Beef during this period was a special kind of 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.
"My little cow weighs more than 200 kilograms. Isn't the money too little?"
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 beef with a dead person."
"He has this qualification. People who are qualified to slaughter cattle are recognized by the government."
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 afford. Think about it for yourself, and bring it to me after you have figured it out. As long as you have a breath,
I still paid the usual amount and accepted it."
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 a farm cow selfishly, you will have your illegal gains 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. Once a plowing cow is old, sick, seriously injured, or loses the ability to work, it can only be sent for slaughter with the approval of the government. However, the tendon must be turned in. Beef tendon is a military commodity and can be used to make bows and arrows.