Wang Xiaosong was kind-hearted and asked Jiang Sheng to find paper to record the formula, but he was afraid that he would not be able to remember it after describing it.
But she didn't have paper, and she couldn't write down hundreds of words fluently.
"Brother Wang, I really didn't bring any paper and I can't memorize it. Why don't you follow me back to the county? I have a brother who can write." Jiang Sheng said cautiously.
Wen Zhiyun on the side remembered that he had paper and pen in his medicine box, which was used to write prescriptions.
But just as he raised his hand, Jiang Sheng held him down.
Wen Xiaosi blinked, as if he understood something.
"You..." Faced with Jiang Sheng's proposal, Wang Xiaosong hesitated.
They will lose their mother, feel the indifference of their tribe, and are ready to become homeless.
Thinking about it this way, it doesn't seem to be a big deal to memorize a recipe from the county.
"Okay." He grabbed Wang Xiaozhu's hand, "I have to take my sister with me."
Wang Xiaozhu timidly approached his brother, as if grabbing the only duckweed.
Evening glow.
Those who went out in the middle of the afternoon finally got home before dark.
Xu Mo and Fang Heng waited and stared at each other, almost thinking that their brothers and sisters were being taken over by others.
After finally seeing the hem of Jiang Sheng's skirt, I put my heart back in my stomach.
Jiang Sheng, Wen Zhiyun, Chang Yan, and Zheng Ruqian jumped down one by one, and then two more jumped out.
How come there were four when we left, and six when we came back.
"Eldest brother, third brother, these are the Wang brothers and sisters who are good at making sausages." Jiang Sheng introduced loudly, "It depends on them whether the Fucheng workshop can be reopened in the future."
Wang Xiaosong was stunned. They were obviously just homeless orphans, but from the little girl's words, they turned into people who shouldered the honor and disgrace of the workshop.
But no matter what, this introduction made him stand up straight subconsciously.
Xu Mo nodded politely and said hello to the Wang brothers and sisters.
Looking back, Zheng Ruqian had already taken a pen and paper, and Wang Xiaosong dictated, and Xu Mo recorded it, and soon it was ready to be fully presented.
Wang Xiaosong's mission was finally completed. He adjusted his cramped clothes, took his sister's hand, and was about to turn around and leave.
Jiang Sheng stopped him again, "Brother Wang, have you ever tasted this sausage?"
Wang Xiaosong immediately fell into memories, "I have tasted it a few times, but then my father passed away and the family couldn't afford meat, so there was no trace of sausages and bacon anymore."
Occasionally when I think of sausage, I only remember the firm meaty texture and the splattering of fat.
But Jiang Sheng seemed to have discovered some treasure and cheered in a low voice, "That's great. Although the recipe is available, it will take a certain amount of time to make. When Aunt Zhang is finished, I will have to trouble Brother Wang to try it. Is it right?" It matches the taste in my memory.”
"If it's right, we'll sell it. If it's not right, we'll have to adjust it."
The little girl opened her eyes. She was obviously more immature than Xiaozhu, but she was eloquent, thoughtful and knew how to turn around corners to save people.
She is so smart.
Wang Xiaosong's heart was filled with conflict between heaven and man.
In fact, he didn't really remember the taste of sausage, but Xiao Jiang Sheng's attitude of retaining people was so obvious that he even carefully protected his self-esteem and face.
It's hard to make a decision for a while.
If you don't stay, you can preserve all your dignity, but you may have to endure hardships with your sister.
Staying here is deceiving oneself and others without conscience, but my sister will not be displaced.
Wang Xiaosong had never lied until he was fifteen years old, but at this moment, he glanced at his bewildered sister, gritted his teeth, and nodded, "Okay."
If you are guilty of violating your conscience, then let God bring all the punishment to you and don't hurt your innocent sister.
Wang Xiaosong said silently in his heart.
In the next few days, Jiang Sheng took Aunt Zhang and the Wang brothers and sisters and began to try sausages in the small courtyard.
Bacon, sausage, bacon.
As the name suggests, it is air-dried meat, so the production techniques of bacon and sausage are similar in nature. The meat is marinated to an appropriate degree and dried in the sun to preserve it, which gives it a different flavor.
Because sausages use pig intestines, which is equivalent to the second fermentation of the meat in the intestines, the flavor is more special than bacon.
Aunt Zhang's skillful hands allowed her to prepare the first batch of sausages in just three to five days and put them under the eaves to dry.
The weather in April is sunny and cloudless. After five or six days in the sun, the skin of the sausage will become wrinkled.
Zhang Xianglian cut off two pieces and steamed them in a large pot like bacon, then cut them into slices and placed them in front of Jiang Sheng.
The whole family knows that little Jiang Sheng is greedy.
When she first started making bacon, she loved to chew it piece by piece, even if she had to drink three large gourds of water to quench her thirst.
Now that the sausage was freshly baked, the little girl couldn't wait to pick up a piece and put it in her mouth.
Then her eyes widened.
"Isn't it delicious?" Aunt Zhang felt uneasy.
Wang Xiaosong also clenched his fists, fearing that the only use he had left would be gone.
After a long while, Jiang Sheng finally swallowed the sausage and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "It's delicious, it's so delicious. You all have a try."
Everyone took off their chopsticks to taste.
A good sausage needs to be both fat and lean. The lean meat provides texture and makes the intestines firm and elastic. The fat meat provides juice, which explodes in the mouth the moment you bite it, neutralizing the firewood of the lean meat, and providing an oily aroma that makes people want to stop.
There's just one thing. The Sichuan sausage written on the recipe is on the spicy side, but this one doesn't taste spicy at all.
Jiang Sheng raised doubts.
Aunt Zhang slapped the back of her head and said, "Oh, I forgot to put the pepper in the first pot, but I can't waste the meat even after it's been put in. I'll make it if I can think of it."
I didn't expect it to taste so good. There is no spicy taste, but there is a fresh and sweet aroma, mixed with a hint of alcohol, which makes people want to stop.
When the second pot of spicy sausage is made, it's a different feeling.
The flax is fragrant and moderately fat, but it is not suitable for children to eat. It makes Jiang Sheng scream spicy.
Aunt Zhang hurriedly brought warm water to Jiang Sheng to relieve the spicy taste. At the same time, she wondered, "It's just a little less pepper and Sichuan pepper. Is there such a big taste difference?"
What would happen if other ratios were changed, such as sugar, salt, fat and thin?
In the past, Zhang Xianglian's life was in embarrassment and she didn't even have enough to eat. She didn't dare to think about these problems at all.
Later, she earned some savings in Fucheng's workshop, and Jiang Sheng would give her money to buy food and cook food. Now she didn't have to worry about food and clothing, but she still had some spare money.
For the first time, Aunt Zhang had a bold idea - she wanted to try making intestines with different ratios to see which one tasted best.
Just do it.
She used her own one hundred cash to buy more than ten kilograms of pork, some with a little more sugar, some with a little more salt, some with a little more fat, and some simply used pure lean meat.
After making it, I found that the ratio of three fat and seven lean is the best. Pure lean meat is too thick to chew, and too much fat will make it greasy.
She also found that if you dry the sausage in the sun for the first two days and then move it to a cool place, the dried sausage will look better. If you can add more soy sauce when curing the meat, the finished product will be more colorful and increase your appetite.
These discoveries made Zhang Xianglian so happy that she simply stopped getting involved in growing beans and stayed at home to practice sausages.
Finally, she made seven or eight varieties that she was satisfied with. After cutting them into slices, she presented them to her for dinner. "Everyone has a try to see which one tastes better."
