The beautiful pastoral field of Jiangmen girl

Chapter 60
At this moment, Wu Tongtou was leading a dozen men who had withdrawn from Zhuangzi, together with Butcher Zhang, gathered in the open space next to the vegetable field behind the kitchen, surrounded the four pigs that had just been dehaired, and were about to be dissected. Pig meat.

In the open space in front of the kitchen, several women were picking and washing vegetables; in front of the two temporary stoves next to them, the little girl and three other children of different sizes were together chopping firewood and guarding the stove, helping the adults Boil water.Xu Sanniang tidied up the pots and pans, and also prepared four large and small pots in the kitchen, and then distributed them one by one for cooking meat, roasting oil, frying vegetables, and steaming dishes.

Seeing Qing Shu approaching, everyone, big and small, stopped what they were doing to say hello, Qing Shu responded all the way into the kitchen, "Sanniang, are the Baogu noodles ready?"

Xu Sanniang turned her head happily, "It's ready, the servant sieved it through a sieve." Saying that, she scooped out half a bowl of yellow-orange corn noodles from a cloth bag and showed it to Qing Shu.

Qing Shu twitched it with two fingers, "It should be like this in the book, let's get a small pot of seasoning and try it later, if it works, use all the pig's blood."

At this time, a boy of twelve or thirteen years old with a simple face ran into the kitchen.He saw Qing Shu froze for a moment, and subconsciously stepped back, holding the coarse cloth clothes on his body with one hand uneasily.

When Xu Sanniang saw her, she grabbed him, "Wu Xiaoshan, meet Miss soon."

The naive boy Wu Xiaoshan knelt down on the ground in a panic, without saying a word, he directly kowtowed three times to Qingshu.

Early in the morning, Qingshu was speechless after being knocked three times by others, and hurriedly signaled Xu Sanniang to help him up.

Xu Sanniang didn't expect that Wu Xiaoshan's way of greeting would be to kowtow directly. After receiving Qingshu's signal, she quickly pulled him up and went outside the kitchen, "You child. Tell me, is there something wrong in the kitchen?"

Wu Xiaoshan lowered his head, his face was flushed, "Uncle told me to take wooden barrels, wooden basins and bamboo baskets, otherwise the pig's head and pig's offal would not fit in the water."

Xu Sanniang hurriedly took him to the small warehouse next to him, and asked him to move away the wooden barrels and bamboo baskets that had been cleaned in advance.

More people work faster. When a bucket of fat was delivered to the kitchen, Xu Sanniang chopped it neatly, threw some of it into the pot, and roasted the oil on a low heat.

And Qingshu directed Xiaojuan to bring in half a pot of pig's blood, scooped three bowls of finely ground corn noodles into the pig's blood pot, and watched Xiaojuan mix it in one direction with a rolling pin.Then add chopped green onions, ginger, pepper and a proper amount of salt, and stir in one direction.

Xu Sanniang said that the fat in the pot was roasted, Qingshu went over to take a look, there was half a pot of oil, and under the oil was a scorched yellow oil shuttle that had shrunk into small pieces.

Qingshu knew in her heart that it was done, but she didn't dare to say that, "I haven't seen what's written in the book, so it's probably like this, let's give it a try." Then he called Xiaojuan to bring over the half-seasoned pig's blood , said to Xu Sanniang, "The oil shuttle carries oil, take three spoonfuls and put it in."

Xu Sanniang felt distressed when she heard the three spoonfuls, but she agreed to do it quickly, while Xiaojuan continued to stir the pig's blood.

Qing Shu took a look, the result seemed a bit watery, maybe there was less noodles, and Xu Sanniang asked Xu Sanniang to add half a bowl of Baogu noodles.After the mixing was complete, Qing Shu said, "Fry the pot first and try it, if it doesn't work, then season it." Modern northerners put corn noodles and buckwheat noodles in it, but people here don't know what buckwheat noodles are, and probably haven't. buckwheat.

Xu Sanniang, who was eager to try, quickly lit another stove, and Xiaojuan was in charge of lighting the fire.

When the pot was hot, Xu Sanniang spread a layer of oil on the bottom of the pot, and when the temperature came up, she took a few spoonfuls of prepared pig's blood and spread it thinly on the bottom of the pot.Soon, a unique fragrance wafted from the pan, and the pancakes took shape, so she quickly turned them over.In a short time, the first pot of fried pork blood cakes came out.

Looking at the pork blood cakes with a different fragrance on the plate, Xu Sanniang quickly took a pair of chopsticks for Qing Shu.

Qing Shu took the chopsticks, picked up a small corner, and ate it into his mouth under the gaze of his four eyes.It's delicious, it has the taste of the authentic fried blood cake in the hometown of Northeast China, but the salt is a little light, so nostalgic.In modern times, when she was a child, she hadn't been to the south yet, and she wasn't from the city. What she looked forward to most every year was the blood sausage and fried blood cakes made by grandma when she slaughtered pigs before the Chinese New Year.Thinking of the grandma in her memory, she couldn't help sniffling and grinning, "It's delicious. You should try it too."

Seeing her enjoyment at one moment, and ready to cry at the next moment, Xu Sanniang and Xiaojuan looked cautious, thinking that it was unpalatable, so the lady was sad.Unexpectedly, in the end, it got a delicious evaluation. The two looked at each other, and one took a pair of chopsticks to taste it.

Xiaojuan was stunned, and waved her hand holding the chopsticks, "Let's cook again."

But Xu Sanniang ran out and shouted, "Wu Xiaoshan, move those two pots of pig blood to the kitchen, hurry up." There is no smell at all. Hurry up, the kitchen is waiting."

Qing Shu ignored them, took the plate out, and put it on the temporary stove outside, "You're all hungry! Girl, you four, wash your hands, eat separately, and pad your stomach." Entering another makeshift kitchen, "Mother Su, is the pot ready?"

Mother Su wiped her hands with a cloth, "Ready, miss."

Qing Shu glanced at the water with various seasonings in the pot, "Whether the pig's trotters and pig's head are delicious today depends on it."

Mother Su smiled and said: "Miss read those miscellaneous books in vain. The old slave thinks they must be delicious." She had already smelled the smell from the kitchen next door, and Xu Sanniang's excited yelling, she knew that Miss The tampered pig's blood is done.

Qing Shu smiled and said: "Don't you feel sorry for me for harming things?"

Su's mother hurriedly said: "I don't feel bad, the old servant doesn't feel bad for the young miss in the future." She just waited for the people outside to clean up the pig's trotters and pig's head and send them over.

Gu Qiang sent half a fan of pork to Luo Mansion and hasn't returned yet.The half-flavored pork is Qingshu's small gift to Luofu.

Butcher Zhang picked out the bones of the three pigs neatly, and then carried the remaining half of the pigs to his cart, which was not going to be boned.For the three heads that had been boned, forty to fifty catties of meat were cut from above and left in the kitchen. The others were also moved to the cart, and then they greeted Wu Tong, packed up the tools, and pushed together with Wu Tong. The cart is gone.

There was a little bit of meat on the picked out bones, Xu Sanniang ordered people to put them into two large pots outside, put water on them and stew them.As for the spare ribs, they are placed separately for entertaining guests at noon.When the bones and meat are cooked, take them out, put coarse grain rice in two pots of bone soup, and cook porridge.

Everyone was working non-stop. When the sun rose into the sky but did not shine on people, two big pots of porridge made of bone soup were cooked.Mother Su gave an order, and the women and children ate around the big table in the house.Outside, the men set up makeshift tables out of planks and sat around eating.

(End of this chapter)