Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 70 - 70 11 Iguanodon Meat Bone Powder_1

70: Chapter 11 Iguanodon Meat Bone Powder_1 70: Chapter 11 Iguanodon Meat Bone Powder_1 Most people wouldn’t know what it feels like to skin a leg larger than their own head.

But Yan Fei knows.

It’s truly exhausting.

At night on the island, the smell of blood is everywhere.

Yet, the Compsognathus and Pterosaurs on Vegetable Garden Island are used to it.

Ever since they got that strange bipedal creature on the island, the population of Compsognathus has rapidly decreased, and the Pterosaurs, who are hysterically laying their eggs everywhere, have shared a similar fate.

Yan Fei spent a great deal of effort cleaning this Iguanodon leg.

That’s with him cutting and throwing the cleaned meat into the pot, meaning there was less to clean and it sped up the process.

Otherwise, handling the entire leg would wear him out.

Don’t be mistaken, thinking an Iguanodon leg is about the same size and weight as a human’s.

In fact, not only is the leg larger than Yan Fei’s body size, but it’s a lot heavier too.

Packed with solid meat and a leg bone like a column, it was quite hefty.

“Looks like I need to prepare bigger pots!”, Yan Fei looked at the two pots that couldn’t hold even half a catty more of meat and at the rest of the meat left on the makeshift cutting board, he muttered to himself.

As for the overly cleaned leg bone, there’s no more space for the meat to be stewed.

Don’t think about making any bone soup, just let it be for now.

During normal meal times, if there is leftover Compsognathus meat, the small bones are given to the dogs to chew on.

But seeing these two large bones, Yan Fei felt that throwing them away would be wasteful.

After all, if tiger bones can be used to make wine, these big bones must have some practical use.

Even though he didn’t exactly know how to utilize the bones now, these were different from the ones picked up normally as he had to make an effort to get these.

Hence, there was a different sense of value.

He added more wood to the stove and as the fire blazed, Yan Fei’s mind started to whir.

He had been carelessly adding wood for quite a while before he suddenly realized that he had forgotten to put salt and spices into the pots.

The two large pots of meat already required half a bag of salt and the seasoning for the braised meat seemed insufficient.

Fortunately, there were alternatives available for the lack of braised-meat ingredients.

There were plenty of things, like star anise and Sichuan peppercorns, growing just along the ditches beside the roads and around the gateways in the countryside; Yan Fei was never short of them.

Just when he was thinking about the lack of braised-meat ingredients, Yan Fei remembered Old Uncle Ding, the braised meat vendor.

Old Uncle Ding’s small and low-ceiling kitchen always seemed to have leftover braised meat bones hanging under the roof.

Thinking about how such a shrewd businessman like Old Uncle Ding leaves bones under his roof to dry, Yan Fei became unsettled.

These bones must certainly have a use, otherwise nobody would hang them on their roof to dry out.

Seeing the circumstances, it was clear his plan to go to school in the afternoon was ruined.

With the meat not finished cooking, it seemed like a good time to go ask him.

Old Ding had already closed his braised meat stall.

He usually operated it before lunch hours and before dinner hours.

If he’s not operating his stand, he’s definitely at home braising meat!

The moment Yan Fei stepped into Old Ding’s house, he was met with a couple of distinct smells.

It was either the aroma of braised meat, the odor of pitch, or on unlucky occasions, the stench of pig faeces, which occurred when Old Ding was cleaning pig intestines.

The majority of the braised meat was pork head meat, along with pork intestines, heart, and lungs, commonly known as pig offal.

There wasn’t any pig stomach, as people would buy it to use as a nourishing food.

This came from pigs raised by rural families for one or two years, with their diet primarily consisting of green, pollution-free feed.

The pig stomach was especially beneficial for people with weak digestion.

Families with people frequently troubled by stomach ailments or children with a propensity for diarrhea love buying this to make soup.

Its effects were remarkably good.

Though, in a few years, the pigs would be ready for slaughter in just three months, nobody knew what they were fed to fatten them up.

In some places, these offal parts are even forbidden to be sold.

When cleaning a pig head, a knife doesn’t scrape off all the hair, so tar is used instead.

As to whether tar is toxic or not, that’s not something people are concerned about these days.

Having meat to eat is already quite good, and besides, who could afford to eat braised meat every day?

Yan Fei was rather unlucky when he arrived, catching Old Ding in the process of stripping the tar off a pig head – the smell of tar was exceptionally unpleasant.

Upon seeing him, Old Ding, too busy to spare his hands, beckoned him over and gestured for him to sit and wait on a chair nearby.

“Old Uncle Ding, I’m not here to buy meat nor to ladle braising broth.

I’m just wondering, what are you planning to do with the bones you’re drying on the roof?” Yan Fei sat down and immediately made his intentions clear.

Back when everyone was living in poverty, people would come to buy the braising broth to use in their cooking, especially for steam-cooking or simmering noodles.

The broth is rich in oil, which makes the food soft and tasty.

But now people’s lives have improved and they can afford to eat meat, so fewer people bother to buy the broth.

Even underprepared households who want to savour the taste of the braising broth make up only a small number of buyers.

This group of people included Yan Fei.

In the past, whenever his grandfather wanted to cook something flavorful at home, he would come and buy braising broth, because even if he bought meat, he couldn’t make anything tasty.

Old Ding was a little puzzled – Yan Fei was always asking odd questions – but he still answered, “I don’t need them myself, someone collects them.

If you save up enough of them you can earn a few dimes, and what else could they be used for?

They’re probably made into bone meal or something.”

“What’s the use of bone meal?” Yan Fei asked, confused.

“I’ve heard it can be used as animal feed or fertilizer, or maybe even as food for people.

Either way, I won’t eat it – who cares what they use it for?” Old Ding’s words made Yan Fei want to roll his eyes – this guy was so unscrupulous for a few dimes.

Of course, he just muttered that to himself and let it go.

After all, this stuff isn’t harmful to humans – who buys it, is their business, not his.

As soon as he heard the answer, Yan Fei didn’t hesitate for a second and left, slapping his own forehead.

He shouldn’t have asked what bone meal is used for because he already knew.

It’s just that there’s still some difference between knowing in theory from reading books and seeing an actual application, which he didn’t expect.

The information Brother Hui at the veterinary station had lent him indicated that poultry and livestock can be fed some bone meal to speed up their growth and other benefits.

Furthermore, Yan Fei knew that it’s better not to use bones from the same species.

For example, pigs shouldn’t be fed pig bone meal, since that can greatly increase the chances of livestock getting sick.

Reminded of this, Yan Fei was feeling quite smug about his good memory.

However, he wasn’t aware that he not only had keen senses and boundless energy now but also a frighteningly good memory.

He only relied on copying during exams because he was too lazy to think and didn’t put any effort into studying.

If he devoted his ample energy to studying, he could easily be a top student.

Although Yan Fei didn’t know how to make bone meal.

That wasn’t in the book, so it looked like he had to find a few more professional books to research.

After finding an empty place in the small town to return to Vegetable Garden Island, and he ensured the firewood under the stove was adequately stocked, Yan Fei left to buy books.

He naturally went to the city for books.

Last time at the wholesale book market beside the train station, Yan Fei noticed that they had every imaginable book.

This is what speed and efficiency are about.

A trip that would take at least three hours by car, took Yan Fei less than an hour and a half all up, from the time he flapped his wings from the island to land in an uninhabited area near the city, and then catching a bus to the train station to the book market.

Meanwhile, back on the island, the meat in the big pot had just started to boil.

But even at a wholesale book market, it takes half a day to find a highly specialized book.

Most of the books here are popular martial arts novels and story magazines, with a portion devoted to learning material for primary school to high school and even college, as well as extracurricular readings and famous books translated into Chinese.

Fortunately, the market isn’t huge, and it didn’t take Yan Fei long to find the shop he was looking for.

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