Power to the government and the public: Qian engaged in business in ancient times

Chapter 22 Making Braised Pork

"Hehe, what Second Aunt said is absolutely true." Wen Qian smiled vaguely, and looked at Wen Liang carefully: What's going on?

"Mother, this has nothing to do with A-gan, it's a horse... I slipped walking and fell into a thorn bush, I don't blame others." Wen Liang slowly got up, and smiled awkwardly at Wen Qian, with eyes full of The color of innocence.

"Hmph!" Seeing her son defending Wen Qian, Mrs. Liu snorted softly, feeling embarrassed to say anything else, picked up the sewage from washing vegetables in the wooden basin and went to feed the chickens.

Seeing that Mrs. Liu was gone, Wen Qian swiftly lifted the clothes on Wen Liang's back, looked at the piercing wounds all over her eyes, and a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes: "Brother Hall, did you really fall when you went down the mountain?"

Wen Liang blinked his eyes, avoiding Wen Qian's gaze, and said bluntly: "Of course I fell!"

He has already suffered a loss from that stinky girl Maya, if he tells the whole story of the injury, Agan will have to despise me for being so stupid.

Wen Qian didn't expose Wen Liang's lies, followed the gap, swept across the empty yard, and finally stopped on Wen Liang's face: "Okay, you should take care of your wounds at home, and I'll let you do something when you recover."

Wen Liang saw that Wen Qian was not angry, and had to arrange things for himself, so he was overjoyed: "Agan, you came back from the town today because of the herbal medicine? Then I will accompany you to pull it out now..."

It was only then that Wen Qian remembered that the purpose of her coming here was to let Wen Liang follow him to uproot the mountain, but now that he was injured, Second Aunt might not agree.

"No, stay at home." Wen Qian saw the bamboo basket and machete under the eaves, stretched out her long arm, put the bamboo basket on her shoulder, and threw the machete into the bamboo basket.

"Big brother, I'll borrow your bamboo basket and machete first."

She still has to go to Bashan to look for seasonings for braised pork!Can't waste any more time.

Wen Qian hurriedly left the old house and headed straight for the mountain.

Wen Qian's luck was really good. When she first entered Bashan, she saw a fat hare grazing. She picked up the machete and threw it over without hesitation.

The scimitar hit the hare's forehead, and it fell to the grass in an instant.

Wen smiled and threw the hare into the bamboo basket, took the machete and continued walking into the mountains.

Wen Qian saw that some strong and sunny herbs were missing in a place marked last time.

There was a murmur in my heart, is there anyone else coming to this mountain to pick herbs?Who is the one?

Suddenly, she thought of the girl from the Liu family who came here last time to dig mountains to collect herbs, her eyebrows froze, and she couldn't help speeding up her pace.

As expected, many of the herbal medicines marked by Wen Qian were picked and taken away. This method was very jerky, and it should undoubtedly be the girl from the Liu family.

But it seems that the amount of picking is not much, so it shouldn't disrupt her plan.

Relieved, Wen Qian came to the cypress forest where he saw the pepper tree last time. Seeing that the pepper tree was full of pepper seeds, he was very happy.

Flicking her fingers, she dropped the pepper seeds into the bamboo basket, and soon a tree was wiped out by Wen Qian.

While walking and stopping, I found anise trees and fennel trees again, which made Wen Qian's smile never stop. This mountain is indeed a treasure mountain!

It's just that along the way, except for the hare at the beginning, I didn't see any other small wild animals, which made Wen Qian a little dissatisfied. Could it be that they were all hidden in the deep mountains.

Suddenly, Wen Qian smelled a elixir.

She chased after the smell, and saw groups of tender green five-round leaves emerging from the bottom of a thick and dead cypress tree. The small leaves were oval or nearly obovate, with acuminate tips.

"Ah, this is a ginseng leaf!"

Wen Qian was overjoyed, picked up the machete in his hand, and carefully planed the dirt.

After a while, palm-sized ginseng roots were dug out from the soil, and the medicinal fragrance became stronger.

Wen Qian looked at the ginseng in her hand greedily, wrapped it in ginseng leaves and put it in a bamboo basket. She had to take it home and wash it, and stewed rabbit meat. By then, she would be able to better absorb the aura in the ginseng.

Seeing that the seasonings in the bamboo basket were almost done, she didn't stay too long, so she walked down the mountain with the bamboo basket on her shoulders.

"Hey, it hurts..."

Wen Qian, who walked impatiently, was cut off in the face by a long leaf that appeared out of nowhere without paying attention.

The tingling sensation drove her to pick up the scimitar and cut off the long leaves blocking the way one after another. The moment she threw it away, she glanced subconsciously.

It was this look that made Wen Qian stop.

"It's a sugarcane leaf!"

Wen Qian exclaimed and turned her head to look.

She saw patches of yellow-skinned sugarcane sticks in her eyes, and the leaves of several nearby yellow-skinned sugarcane sticks were lying in her hands.

At this time, Wen Qian had many thoughts in her mind, and in the end she just took a deep look at the piece of yellow-skinned sugarcane, and planned to send people into this mountain to cut sugarcane tomorrow.

This thing can be made into yellow rock sugar, and sugar was a luxury in ancient times, and only nobles could afford it.

Wen Qian calmed down, thinking that there were guests at home to help wash the offal, she walked down the mountain lightly.

Wen Qian who rushed home saw Huang Weibao helping to chop firewood in the yard.

Seeing that Wen Qian was carrying a bamboo basket full of things, she put down the axe, snatched it and held it in her hand, "Uncle, you have gone up the mountain, why don't you call me to come with you?"

"Don't worry, I'll call you to go up the mountain together tomorrow." Wen Qian raised her eyes and instructed Huang Weibao to put the bamboo basket in the kitchen.

As soon as Wen Qian entered the kitchen, she saw Mrs. Jiang was already steaming steamed buns and Wen Yu was lighting the fire.

Rou Rou stared at the washed pig offal in the wooden basin, and rambled: "Mother, sister, tell me, how do you make this stuff edible?"

When Wen Qian heard her words, she smiled mysteriously: "You don't have to worry about how to make food, if you are curious, just watch!"

Wen Qian took a wooden basin from Rourou's side, grabbed two handfuls of peppercorns, star anise, and fennel in the bamboo basket and put them into the basin.

I took another scoop of water from the water tank and washed it. These seasonings are freshly picked, and the amount needed is more than when they are dried.

Pour the peppercorns, star anise, and fennel into the wooden basin of pig offal, then put the green onions, ginger, soy sauce, and salt on the wooden stand, and then add water and stir well.

At this time, Mrs. Jiang also steamed the steamed buns and put them in the pot, rinsed the pot with clean water, stared at the pig offal in front of Wen Qian, and asked, "Agan, how do you make this?"

Wen Qian said: "Just pour these things into the pot and cook."

After hearing this, Mrs. Jiang directly picked up the wooden basin of pig offal and poured it into the pot.

Unexpectedly, Wen Qian made up the seasoning and ratio formula by herself, and someone else did the rest, so she had to instruct Wen Yu to boil it on high heat first, then switch to low heat, and keep boiling slightly and cook slowly.

It is not difficult to make stewed pork. It can be stewed with seasoning and soy sauce, but to make top-notch stewed pork, it depends on the proportion of seasonings and the control of the heat.

Wen Qian only knows how to cook the simplest braised pork, and the taste is not as good as that of a real chef.

But what does it matter, her purpose is to make stewed meat to try something new, and then spread the known method, so others will naturally carry it forward.

Seeing that everyone was staring dryly at the braised pork in the pot, Wen Qian frowned slightly: "Brother Huang, there is a hare in my bamboo basket, please clean it up."

After hearing this, Ruan Rou looked at Wen Qian with doubts in her eyes: "Brother, you... When did you learn to hunt?"

Wen Qian shook her head: "I don't know how to hunt. The rabbit was blind and hit a tree. I was lucky enough to pick it up."

Looking at Wen Qian innocently and innocently, she took out a fat hare from the bamboo basket, and sighed, "You are so lucky!"

Without raising her head, Wen Qian opened the ginseng root wrapped in leaves and put it in a clear water basin, "That's right, I even dug up ginseng, washed it and stewed rabbit meat."

Looking at the palm-sized ginseng root tenderly and cutely, he was speechless for a while.

Mrs. Jiang was looking at the braised pork in the pot, and turned her head when she heard the sound: "Agan, you... are you a ginseng that is more than a hundred years old? It's a pity to eat it, why don't you sell it in the town?"

Wen Qian washed the ginseng root and put it in a basin, "No need, the family will not be short of money in the future."

What she lacks now is not money, but skill, and she has to rely on this ginseng to improve her martial arts!

When her force value rises and her life safety is guaranteed, the family can officially start the money-making mode.

Suddenly, a seductive smell of meat spread slowly in the kitchen, making people salivate.

(End of this chapter)