In fact, Huaxi Village is located relatively north of the entire Sheng Dynasty, so there are still three or four months of cold winter with snowfall every year.
If you go further south, you can hardly see the shadow of snow in winter.
Even according to what others said, Su Qingluan felt that the degree of coldness could basically match the temperatures in the four seasons near Shanhaiguan in his previous life.
So she was a little confused. In such a cool climate and being reluctant to use salt, how could pickled bacon stink?
Sure enough, it was because the previous table salt was of poor quality and had too many impurities?
However, when Yang finished speaking, Su Qingluan knew what the problem was.
"Auntie, since we finally chose pork without water, why did we soak the pork in water?" Su Qingluan said with a bitter smile, "This will make the meat rotten."
"But if you don't soak it in water, what will happen to the blood inside?"
Su Qingluan looked at the pork on hand: "Although it's not that fat, it's almost the same as pork belly." She raised her head and looked at Yang, "Don't worry, Mom, I'll certainly have a way."
As he spoke, he took out the knife and cut the extra pork he bought into large pieces according to the texture and area, and then brought over the roasting knife he got from Su Guangfu.
Yang waited for the jar of wine: "Isn't this your father's most precious jar of burning knives?"
Su Qingluan looked at her mother with a smile: "I told my father that if you give me this jar of wine, you won't be angry with him, so my father gave me this jar of wine."
Yang was stunned after hearing this. The corner of her mouth seemed to be moving upwards, but she suppressed it: "Now that you know you are afraid that I will be angry, what did you do earlier?"
Although he was still saying unforgiving words, his voice was obviously lowered, his tone was no longer full of anger, and he was obviously not so angry.
Su Qingluan said in her heart: Auntie, you should be so arrogant!
Of course, she didn't have the guts to say exactly what she said about her own mother.
She turned to look at Mr. Yang, who was busy eating, and asked, "Mom, how long will it take for dinner to begin?"
"About half an hour." Yang said, putting the whipped meat aside and starting to cut vegetables.
Su Qingluan calculated the time in her mind and asked: "Auntie, how long will you use the stove next to you?"
"You won't need to use that pot of steamed cakes once it's out of the pot," Yang turned around and asked, "Do you want to make that pork?"
"I want stir-fry."
As Su Qingluan spoke, he put the cut pieces of meat into a basin of appropriate size, repeatedly smeared each piece with a roasting knife, and kept rubbing it. Every wrinkle and every inch of each piece of pork was not Let it go.
Just like this, he kneaded each piece of meat several times. Su Qingluan felt that his hands were wrinkled by the wine, and his brain was fumigated by the alcohol. When he finally "rubbed" all the pork "After that, Su Qingluan transferred the meat to the bamboo pole outside.
The frame made of bamboo poles is very simple, but the two side-by-side bamboo poles are separated by a few inches and fixed in the yard with hemp ropes. They are often used to dry pickles or salted fish.
Su Qingluan just wiped it with a burning knife several times to prevent it from smelling fishy. After the alcohol above has evaporated, put the pork that has been "rubbed with wine" to dry.
Fortunately, after Su Qingluan modified the knife, these pieces of meat were in the shape of long strips. Su Qingluan did not need to thread them further, he could just put them on the bamboo pole.
The pork that has been "rubbed in wine" for a long time has eliminated most of the fishy smell unique to pork, exuding a faint aroma of wine.
In the basin where the pork was originally placed, there was a lot of blood rubbed out by alcohol. Even under the bamboo poles where the pork was dried, dark red "water droplets" soon accumulated.
Su Qingluan took out his "pan" that had not been used for a long time, used a dustpan to scoop out a large bag of salt he bought before, and poured it into the center of the pan.
In an instant, a small "hill" rose up in the center of the pan.
On the other side, Ms. Yang turned around when she heard the noise, and was immediately startled: "So much salt?!" It looked like it must be at least six or seven kilograms, if not ten or eight kilograms!
Su Qingluan nodded: "If you want to marinate meat, salt is indispensable."
Mrs. Yang felt a little sad for using salt in such a "lavish" way, but thinking that the family had no shortage of money to buy salt, and thinking that most of the money was earned by her eldest daughter, she thought that it would be good for her eldest daughter to be happy - anyway, the money was basically there. She also earned it. As long as she doesn't do anything harmful to the world, she can use the money in any way she wants.
As long as she's happy.
Thinking of this, Yang's originally frowning eyebrows relaxed: "Since you have a plan, my mother will listen to you."
Su Qingluan nodded with a smile, then added star anise, peppercorns, bay leaves, cinnamon and other spices to the salt. When the pot of steamed cakes was ready, she lowered her head and pressed down the air outlet, and pulled out two more sticks. I didn't have much time to burn the firewood, so I suppressed the fire in the stove to the smallest possible level.
Then, she began to carefully stir the spices wrapped in salt with a shovel. First, she slowly stirred the salt up along the bottom with the shovel.
Su Qingluan stir-fries very carefully and carefully. She had been keeping a close eye on the state of the salt, and the stir-frying movements with her hands were neither fast nor slow, very even, until the color of the salt gradually changed from snow-white to a little yellow, then she lowered her head and completely pulled down the vent, extinguishing it. The fire in the stove was lit.
The salt that had just been sold was even hotter than boiling water. Su Qingluan had no plans to use magic skills such as iron sand palm, so he obediently placed the "pan" on the stove without daring to move it.
Su Qingluan turned around and went to the bowl of noodles to look at the pork strips drying in the shade: Although the alcohol evaporated very quickly, the pork had seeped into the meat when it was rubbed, causing blood to seep out of the meat.
In this way, the pork will not be "dried" easily.
At this time, the Yang family was also preparing for the afternoon meal and invited Su Qingluan to eat.
Su Qingluan thought that the pork would have to be dried for a while anyway, so the whole family went to the yard to enjoy the cool weather and eat in the afternoon.
Probably because they noticed that Yang's anger had disappeared a lot, Su Xuanhe and Su Xueyan gradually switched to the "chirping" stage after initially eating in silence.
"Sister, sister," the little girl Su Xueyan pulled Su Qingluan's sleeve and shook it back and forth, "Why do those porks have to be dried in the yard? Can't they be eaten directly?"
"Well... this can preserve food for a longer period of time." Su Qingluan thought for a while, and then told the child in a simple way what the so-called "cured meat" was.
The two children listened half-comprehensively, but Su Qingluan simply gave in and said, "After a while, you will know what's going on!"
