Jiang Zhi only slept lightly, and got up quickly as soon as he woke up.
The pork has been processed, and the lard and pork bones are still standing beside it.
This much wild boar meat is hard to come by, and I don’t know when the next time will be.
There was no oil or water these days, and Jiang Zhi felt like he was turning into a green giant after eating mushy vegetables with clear soup and little water every day.
Thinking of the large pieces of lard residue in his mind, Jiang Zhi reached the bottom of the cliff and found that Xiao Mannai and Qiaoyun had not rested. They had cut the suet in the pig's belly into small pieces and put them in a pot to boil the oil.
Pork liver, pig heart, and pig offal have probably been cleaned and cooled with cold mountain spring water.
These things were originally planned to be discarded in the ditch, but Mr. Man couldn't bear to part with them and said he would bring them back to cook some chicken.
Now that she has worked so hard to bring it back, Xiao Mannai is reluctant to part with it. She wants to clean it and cook it for people to eat.
A pot of lard made a squeaking sound. Qiaoyun wiped the sweat from his forehead and said happily to Jiang Zhi: "Mom, this pig is really fat. It can at least boil two large pots of oil."
You can cook with lard. Thinking about the kiln full of meat, and then looking at the pot full of oil, Qiaoyun's mouth watered.
She wanted to nurse the baby, but even though she had to eat all the eggs at home, she still felt hungry every time.
Jiang Zhi also rolled up his sleeves and came forward to help: "Mother, you don't need to eat these things. Uncle Chang Geng said to feed chickens, so we just eat these pig livers and pig hearts."
Xiao Mannai is competing with two long-mouthed pig heads.
She wanted to boil a pot of water to scald and shave the pig's hair. She wanted to clean up the pig's head, which looked like brown pimples. She couldn't bear to eat the pig's water.
He could only stop Jiang Zhi in a hurry: "He's an old man and doesn't know much about the kitchen.
Er Ruiniang, don't worry about those people, I have a way. I can't move this pig's head. Can you help me take care of it? "
A pig's head weighs dozens of kilograms. Xiao Mannai was tired from the day and he was old, so he had no choice but to shave the pig's hair.
Xiao Mannai really couldn't let go of Zhutou, so Jiang Zhi could only find a way to solve it.
She didn't scald the pig's head with boiling water.
Instead, the pig head and cut pig skin were placed on the ground outside the courtyard, covered with thick wheat straw, and lit on fire.
After a while, Chunfeng, who also only slept for a while, got up to help.
By the time the fire is extinguished and the ashes are cold, the pig head underneath has been burnt to a crisp. All you need to do is scrape off the charred skin, and the hair on it will be gone, and the burned pig skin will be particularly fragrant.
Chunfeng picked up the pig's head and said, "Auntie, your method is good, it saves trouble and is clean!"
Xiao Mannai frowned and shook her head: "Er Ruiniang, you are burnt black and the hair roots are still in the skin. Will your tongue be pierced when you eat it later?"
Jiang Zhi said with a smile: "Mother, the burnt pig skin smells so good. When you eat it, you don't prick your tongue. You have to swallow it carefully!"
Chunfeng pursed her lips and smiled quietly, while Xiao Mannai deliberately glared at others: "Er Ruiniang also likes to joke. I want to see if I can swallow my tongue when I eat."
It is a local custom to burn pig skins to remove the hair, and it does look dirty.
Jiang Zhi once saw in a video that people there killed New Year pigs, bled them and removed the internal organs, then laid the whole pigs prone on the ground, and then covered them with fern leaves prepared from the mountains.
People who are more particular about it wet the ash and paste it on the pig before burning the pig hair, and then light the pile of bracken. When removing the dried ash shell, they can remove the root of the pig hair.
Now Jiang Zhi has also been pasted with plant ashes. Although the meaning given by the bracken is lost when burned with wheat straw, the actual effect is similar. Anyway, the burned one is more fragrant than boiling water.
The pig head is burned and the lard is refined, which is divided equally between the two families. The oil residue and lard fill the family oil tank, which is enough for a year.
Jiang Zhi didn't ask the pigs to enter the water, and gave them all to Xiaoman.
Although it seems that everyone is good at washing pigs' water, and all the time-traveling girls are good at burning and stewing, she is different because she is too smelly to touch.
This busy work lasts for more than a day. When the lard is cooked, the meaty pork bones will be stewed on the free stove.
Xu Dazhu's roasting of meat would need to continue for a while, so Jiang Zhi took the time to go to the ditch to have a look.
In fact, Xiao Manye went to visit the next day. He was worried about the wild boar group's revenge, so Xiao Manye held guard for most of the day with a knife, and did not come back until he saw the wild boar.
We went to Jiangzhi at noon. Wild boars are afraid of the heat and would sleep under the shade of trees at noon.
More than a day passed, and the stream water in the ditch, which had been dyed red, became clear again.
But the shore where the blood and meat residue was splashed, and the discarded internal organs attracted piles of blowflies and ants.
It's just that the internal organs have disappeared. It seems that there are other carnivores here who also had a feast.
The traps had been dismantled long ago. Jiang Zhi searched for a long time and finally found two green gun spears that had been broken by wild boars far away in the ditch. The concoction was still on them. He quickly packed them away carefully so that they could be used again in the future.
Together with the few inserted into the wild boar's body, all the medicine guns were finally found.
It is always dangerous to throw such lethal things carelessly.
After looking around and seeing that there was no risk, Jiang Zhi walked back. She also wanted to pick cotton in the cotton field.
I spent two days hunting wild boars and had no time to break cotton buds or pick cotton.
Thinking about those precious cottons getting wet in the rain, she became anxious. She didn't even take the path, but took a shortcut through the forest and went straight to the cotton field on the grassy slope.
Just as he was crossing a small dry ditch, Jiang Zhi suddenly heard a low "humming" sound.
This sound sounded so weird and creepy in the silent mountain forest.
She stood still and listened carefully to where the sound came from, but the "humming" sound stopped.
Jiang Zhi thought he heard wrongly, and just as he was about to leave, the voice suddenly appeared again, accompanied by a rustling sound.
This time, she finally heard the source of the sound, looked for the direction, and saw a scene in the ditch that she would never forget.
A black boa constrictor is tightly wrapped around a brown striped thing. The snake's mouth is wide open. The brown thing has already gone in more than half, leaving only two thin and short legs facing the sky.
Gosh! It's the snake that's devouring the little wild boar.
The five to six kilogram piglet stretches the snake's mouth to the limit, which is completely inconsistent with the snake's body with thick arms. It looks like a monster, more scary than a normal snake.
At this time, the boa constrictor's meal was coming to an end, and a small wild boar was about to disappear into its throat. It was the critical moment, and even the appearance of people did not disturb it from eating.
This scene was so terrifying that Jiang Zhi was so frightened that she backed away repeatedly. She turned around and wanted to run away, but the humming started again.
What's going on? Can the piglet still make a sound in the snake's mouth?
Jiang Zhi boldly took another look at the snake, and this time she found clues.
There is also a small wild boar under the big python, which is alive at this time.
Perhaps the sight of his companion being eaten by a snake frightened it, so the little wild boar just lay on the ground and grunted, instead of running away.
Jiang Zhi looked at it, and it also looked up.
In those big eyes with long eyelashes, like Kazilan's, Jiang Zhi actually saw a sad prayer...
Hum! Hum!
The little wild boar struggled and tried to crawl toward Jiang Zhi, but the big snake squeezed it into the ditch with its body, and behind its butt was a nearly one-meter-high rock ridge. The little wild boar could neither advance nor retreat!
This meter height is nothing to Jiang Zhi, but to the little wild boar whose legs are frightened, it is a high wall that is difficult to cross.
Oh, what a poor little guy, let me save you just once!
Jiang Zhi saw that the snake was still slowly swallowing the food, so he mustered up the last bit of courage in the heart of a snake-fearing person, stepped to the edge of the ditch in two steps, closed his eyes and reached out from under the big snake to grab the hind legs of the little wild boar, and then carried it away. run!
At this moment, she was no longer a mother-in-law who needed to be steady. She only hated her parents for having two fewer legs.
I ran until the soles of my feet were smoking, jumping over obstacles and climbing cliffs, and ran the first cross-country marathon in my life.
