flee from famine!After being forced to sell to a rough man, I counterattacked

Chapter 22 Are those people sick?
Qin Min drank the wild vegetable soup in one gulp, and entered the space with a sad face, hoping that there would be a way to introduce bacon in the gourmet book in the space.

She really found it, but there were so many ingredients on it that she closed the book directly.

She couldn't even get the ingredients together, and she still wanted bacon, and she wanted to eat ass.

Liang Dawei brought over a big pot of meat, "Little lady, the boss said, I let you get all the meat."

Qin Min was thinking about excuses, when he was shocked by the huge pile of meat, "I got all this meat?"

That pot of meat weighed at least thirty catties.

The original owner probably has never touched so much meat in his life.

They trust her, and they are not afraid that she will spoil these precious meats.

Qin Min didn't dare to take over. He was afraid that the meat would really be spoiled, so he shied away and said, "I haven't marinated meat for a long time, and I don't remember how to do it. It must not be marinated well."

Liang Dawei was full of trust for no reason, "Don't worry, the little lady will definitely be able to do it."

Qin Min, "..."

It can be tall.

How can she be.

She bit the bullet and continued to evade, "You think too highly of me, this meat is so good, it would be a pity if it failed to marinate, you might as well eat it all."

Liang Dawei shook his head without hesitation, "It's not a pity, if it doesn't work this time, next time, if it doesn't work next time, then next time, the boss said, in the future, we will share some of the meat we hunt with the little lady." Pickling, the little lady can definitely do it."

What else could Qin Min say.

Pickle.

She asked Liang Dawei to take the meat and cut it into strips.

On the other hand, he took a small stone and wrote and drew on the ground, trying to remember how to do it.

She has watched a lot of food videos in her spare time, and she knows that there are many types of cured meat, such as bacon, bacon, sauce meat, and bacon.

There is no need to think about sauced meat, there is no such necessity as soy sauce, so there is no need to think about a fork.

There are many ways to smoke bacon, both raw and cooked.

She only vaguely remembers one of them, which needs to be marinated with pepper star anise, etc., and then smoked by burning charcoal and sawdust.

There are a lot of wood here, but there is a lack of seasonings such as pepper, star anise, and cinnamon. The smoked meat lacks flavor. If the meat quality is poor, it will have a meaty smell.

As for bacon and bacon, the simple version can be cured repeatedly with only salt.

Bacon also has an additional step of air-drying and drying, so the storage time will be longer than that of bacon.

The materials are simple and the operation is easy. The problem is that the timing is wrong.

This kind of salty cured meat is usually made in the twelfth lunar month, and the temperature is between five and ten degrees. The temperature is low, and the meat is not so easy to spoil when it is cured.

Qin Min wiped the hot sweat from his forehead, suddenly understood, and sighed, no wonder they didn't marinate the meat successfully before.

Now that the weather is hot, I am afraid that before the salt penetrates into the meat and inhibits the growth of microorganisms inside, the meat will have gone bad and smelly.

It is impossible to proceed further without solving the problem of pickling environmental conditions.

Qin Min turned to look at Liang Dawei, "Brother Liang, where is it not so hot here?"

Liang Dawei was cutting meat, "The woods outside are quite cool."

Qin Min frowned, "Forget about the woods, do you have cellars or cabinets here?"

Hanging the meat in the woods... is it to attract wild animals?Unless it was absolutely necessary, she would not consider Lin Zi.

"There is no cellar, but there is a cupboard in the head room."

"Is his cabinet useless?"

"Well, the boss is just playing around. If you want, you can ask him to make one for you."

Qin Min laughed dryly, privately he didn't really want to have too much contact with that person.

"Then can I put these meats in his cabinet?"

The cabinet is dark and dry, and the marinated meat is placed in it, and it is not so easy to spoil.

"Of course, the boss is easy to talk to."

Qin Min felt relieved.

According to what Qin Min said, Liang Dawei cut the meat into long strips, and then pierced the meat with chopsticks.

Qin Min divided the thirty catties of meat into three portions, fifteen catties for bacon, ten catties for bacon, and five catties for bacon.

There is no seasoning for bacon, so it can only be salted and then hung above the stove to smoke. I don’t know if it can be made or how it tastes, so I just cook less.

Bacon is easy to make and durable, so make more.

Except for the sauced meat that can't be made, make some of them all, depending on which method can be successful and taste better.

Qin Min needed a container for bacon to make salted bacon, but he couldn't find a suitable one.

Liang Dawei brought five small jars, each of which could fit five catties of meat.

Qin Min put a layer of salt on the strips of salty bacon, put them in a small jar without water and oil, and said casually as if chatting: "Brother Liang, did you build the thatched cottages here?"

"Hmm."

"Why are there so many buildings? I saw several empty houses."

Liang Dawei carefully cut the meat, "Not many, we have to build new ones every year."

Qin Min was even more puzzled, "Why build a new one, isn't there still room?"

Liang Dawei arranged the cut meat strips and put them in Qin Min's hand, and said indifferently: "Those are not empty houses, they all have owners."

Qin Min's heart tightened slightly, and his throat rolled down, but his voice became calmer, with a hint of innocent curiosity, "Ah, there is a master, why haven't I seen the people inside?"

Liang Dawei cut the meat, without raising his head, he said: "They are sick, so it is not convenient for them to come out to meet people."

Qin Min's expression changed slightly. Are those people sick? ?
Sun Chengyi limped into the thatched hut with his injured leg, "Little lady, are you salting meat?"

Qin Min saw Sun Chengyi approaching, so he didn't ask Liang Dawei any more, and smiled at Sun Chengyi: "Yes, you didn't go back to your room to recuperate, why did you come here?"

Sun Chengyi looked at the two people who were marinating meat, and said, "I couldn't stay in the house, so I came here. Do you need help here, little lady?"

Qin Min smiled, "Yes, of course I do. I'm going to get some bacon, and I just need someone to pick up some fresh branches to make smoke."

Sun Chengyi said, "Then I'll go pick it up."

Knowing that Qin Min planned to cook pork in three ways, Sun Chengyi exclaimed: "Little lady knows a lot, which is much better than us messing around."

Qin Min shook his head, "I don't remember too much, I made it all blindly, and I don't know how it tastes."

Thinking of the pot of wild vegetable soup, Liang Dawei interjected, "Young lady must have cooked it deliciously."

Qin Min smiled helplessly, spread salt evenly on 25 catties of meat, stuffed [-] catties of them into five small jars, and left [-] catties for bacon.

He turned a bowl upside down at the mouth of the altar, poured some water shallowly on the edge of the bowl, and sealed it with water.

Qin Min poured water on the last small pot, straightened up, "Let's go, let's move these pots to your boss's room."

Liang Dawei was a little puzzled, "Is this marinated?"

(End of this chapter)