Take out all the pork belly from the pot and stuff it into a jar, then scoop up the hot oil that has fried the meat and pour it down from the mouth of the jar. The flowing hot oil slowly fills the gaps between the meat. Jian Jia had a good eye. The jar she found was the right size, and the pork belly was just below the mouth of the jar. After confirming that all the pork belly was submerged in the hot oil, she carefully closed the lid of the jar and added half a spoonful to the mouth of the jar. Clear water.
The sealed altar meat can be eaten at any time, but I heard that the best taste will be achieved after one month of sealing. During this month, the meat oil will completely soak into the inside of the pork, making the meat crispy but not rotten.
Qin Yi placed a jar full of meat under the wooden shelf next to the stove. Looking around, he saw three jars of the same style next to the jar. The black clay pots are similar in size and appearance, but the contents stored inside are different. In order to distinguish each jar, Jian Jia will label it in time every time a jar is sealed.
"Langer, have you finished writing?" Jian Jia stepped out of the kitchen door and called in the direction of the east wing.
Qin Lang's voice came quickly: "It's written!" Qin Lang ran over with a palm-sized piece of jute paper in his hand. Three words were written neatly on the diagonal of the jute paper: Tan Tan Meat. There is also a line of slightly smaller words below that says today's date.
After applying a layer of paste on the back of the jute paper, Jian Jia carefully pasted the paper on the jar containing the meat. The black characters on the yellow paper clearly identify the food contained in the jar and the date of production. The four jars next to the jars of meat also have the same labels, which read "sauerkraut", "amaranth stalks" and "plumb vegetables" respectively. Each label is posted at the same height, and the fonts on it are neat and elegant, which makes people feel comfortable physically and mentally.
Qin Lang squatted next to the jar and reached out to touch the warm edge: "Will it take a month before I can eat it?" It takes a long time. He wants to try the taste of the jar meat now. When his sister fried the meat this afternoon, Just smelling the fragrance made him greedy.
Jian Jia smiled and touched Qin Lang's soft hair: "There is no need to be so rigid. In two days, when the vegetables in the field grow, my sister will steam the meat for you."
Qin Lang grinned, his big eyes sparkling, "Thank you, sister."
It was getting late, but Qin Yi was not in the courtyard. Jian Jia looked around and remembered what he said before. After thinking for a while, she lowered her head and asked Qin Lang: "Do you know where your old orchard is?"
Qin Lang raised his hand and pointed to the west of the kitchen: "Over there, that's the old orchard."
The parents of the two Qin brothers were very hard-working. In order to live a better life, the old couple not only went into the mountains for hunting but also opened up a piece of land and planted fruit trees when they were still alive. The orchard is to the west of Qin's house, past the ditch to the west of the yard.
The local climate is suitable for the growth of peach and pear trees, so the peach and pear trees are the most abundant in the fruit forest, with a few persimmon and jujube trees mixed in. It's a pity that after the death of his parents, no one took care of the fruit trees, and the orchard was abandoned. Only the fruit trees with strong vitality survived the ravages of weeds.
Qin Yi had not set foot in the orchard for many years. Facing the half-man-high grass, he followed his memory and found the stone house that had been abandoned for several years. This was once a place where parents raised livestock and poultry, but now there are no traces of chickens or ducks, and only layers of humulus can be seen swaying around the stone house.
When Jian Jia came to find him, he saw Qin Yizheng stacking layers of humus, and three stone houses as tall as one person appeared among the humus. There are stone troughs and railings in the stone house, but the stone troughs are broken and the railings are decayed. It seems that they need to be repaired before they can continue to be used.
Jian Jia looked around: "It's such a big place, but I didn't know there was a cave inside it." When she looked at the orchard in the courtyard, Jian Jia thought it was a wasteland, but she didn't expect that the place covered by weeds turned out to be a treasure land. When she came here just now, she found several peach and pear trees bearing fruit. Unfortunately, there were too many weeds and she could not go further.
Qin Yi frowned: "Why are you here? This place is dirty and infested with snakes and insects. You go back first and come back after I have cleaned up."
Jian Jia looked into the small stone house and asked, "Are you going to raise little pigs here?" It's pretty good. Pet pigs don't grow big, so you can raise several in three stone houses. After the big pig gives birth to piglets, will anyone buy them? Do people use pigs as pets these days?
Qin Yi walked slowly to Jian Jia. He pointed to the stone house on the left: "Raise two, and they will grow up by the end of the year. The little fragrant pigs taste good, and the fragrant pigs that have been gelded are better than ordinary pigs." Pig tastes better.”
Jian Jia:? ? ?
Wait, is the little fragrant pig they are talking about the same little fragrant pig?
After Qin Yi's explanation, Jian Jia realized that she had made a joke. It turns out that there is a kind of miniature pig in the local area called Xiang pig. The mini pig is round and cute. When it grows up, it will be so round that it has no neck. This kind of pig can only grow to over a hundred years old at most. Qin Yi plans to raise two pigs and slaughter them at the end of the year. Year of the Pig.
Jian Jia was not opposed to raising pigs, but she was a little confused: "Why do you suddenly want to raise pigs?" She thought Qin Yi wanted to change his career from a hunter to a farmer, but it turned out that he just wanted to raise two pigs for his own consumption.
Qin Yi glanced at Jian Jia seriously and said nothing.
Jian Jia was used to Qin Yi's occasional non-answer. At this moment, her attention fell on the two trees next to her. She thought they were also members of the peach tree, but when she looked up, she saw that the sparse yellow fruits on the branches did not look like peaches at all. .
Jian Jia squinted her eyes to identify them carefully, and asked uncertainly: "Qin Yi, do you think there are plums on this tree?"
Qin Yi glanced at it and gave an affirmative answer: "They are plums. They are very sour and not very tasty. But the flowers are very beautiful, so my mother kept them." It is precisely because plums are sour that no animals can eat them. I just planted a plum tree near the stone house to protect the chickens and ducks from wind and rain.
Seeing that Jian Jia was interested in plums, Qin Yi jumped up and picked a yellow plum from the branch above his head and handed it to her: "You can put it on your pillow to smell the fragrance." Plums are sour and astringent. Qin Yi never eats them. However, the fragrance of plums is unique. Whenever the plums are ripe, he will pick some and put them on his pillow to smell them.
"Click".
A clear voice came. Qin Yi looked in shock and saw Jian Jia's facial features wrinkled up: "Well, so sour."
Qin Yi:......
Looking at the yellow plum with teeth marks in Jian Jia's hand, Qin Yi felt like he couldn't laugh or cry: "Didn't I tell you that the plum is sour and astringent? Why don't you believe me?"
Jian Jia salivated crazily in her mouth, and it took a while to suppress the sour feeling. She gritted her teeth and sucked in the air-conditioning: "It's not that I don't believe you, but I want to taste the taste of plums. These plums are ripe and can be used to make wine or make fruit."
Qin Yi was stunned: "I know how to make plums into wine, but how to make dried fruits?" He didn't know.
Jian Jia held the yellow plum and looked up at the tree trunk: "Such good plums cannot be wasted..." It is getting late today. After dawn tomorrow, she will pick the plums to make plum wine, plum dew and plum blossoms.
Jian Jia took a small handful of plums and left the orchard. The washed yellow plums were round and scattered on her pillow. The plum fragrance soaked her sheets and pillows and entered her dreams. She couldn't tell what she was dreaming about. She only knew that she was in great spirits when she woke up the next day.
After breakfast, Jian Jia came to the orchard carrying a basket on her back. When Qin Lang heard that she was going to use plums to make snacks, he followed her closely like a little tail.
The two plum trees in the orchard are a few years old, and some of their branches have rotted due to insect infestation. Only the upper branches have plums. Jian Jia didn't dare to go up the tree, so in order to pick the plums on the top of the tree, she specially made a plum picking magic tool. The so-called "artifact" is actually a bit exaggerated. She just used bamboo pieces to complete a circle and fixed it on the front end of the bamboo pole, and then sewed it into a small net bag with fine gauze.
This kind of shoddy copy net would definitely be laughed at in the previous world, but Qin Lang was reluctant to let go after seeing the small copy net. When he saw Jian Jia raising her head and easily picking off two yellow plums with the net, Qin Lang's eyes sparkled. Before the net was completely put down, he rushed to the net bag and took out two yellow plums.
"Two!" Qin Lang held a plum in one hand and his eyes were full of pride: "The magic tool made by my sister can pick two plums at once." Sister Jiajia must be the most powerful girl in the world. She can always It was an eye-opener for him to tinker with magical things, whether it was a dehydrator used to dehydrate clothes or this magic plum-picking tool.
Jian Jia smiled and said: "Okay, stand far away for a while, don't let the plums hit you."
The plums grow sparsely, and even with Qin Lang's help, it is not easy to pick them. A whole morning passed before Jian Jia picked as many plums as she could. Not every one of these plums can be used. Some of them have worms and some have scars. Qin Lang inspected each plum carefully. Only plums with good appearance and no worm eyes are worthy of being kept in the basket. .
Most of the baskets were filled with yellow and orange plums, which were heavy in my hands. Qin Lang grabbed one side of the bamboo basket with both hands and tried to share the weight of the plums with Jian Jia with all his strength.
Looking at Qin Lang's flushed face, Jian Jia said distressedly: "Lang'er, let go, sister can carry it. Go and see if your brother is back?" Usually Qin Yi is already home at this point, but he hasn't been there yet until now. See his shadow. Could it be that the mountain road was difficult to travel after the rain, causing him to spend more time than usual?
Just as he was thinking about it, the general's voice came from outside the orchard. This cry was different from the past. In the past, the general would only shout twice to the general after returning home, but today it sounded one after another, and the voice was full of anxiety and irritability.
Jian Jiaxun looked around and saw the general running towards him from the direction of the courtyard gate. The hair on his neck exploded and his tail drooped. The general rushed to Jian Jia and barked anxiously. Seeing Jian Jia's serious expression, he opened his mouth and grabbed the hem of Jian Jia's clothes, dragging her toward the courtyard door.
Jian Jia was startled, and she quickly said to Qin Lang: "Lang'er, you go find your second uncle. If sister comes back late at noon, you and your second uncle will make do with each other."
Qin Lang pursed his lips and looked at Jian Jia, and then at the hairy general. The color on his face gradually disappeared: "Sister, I will go with you." He is just a young man, but he is not stupid. The general's abnormality can only mean that something happened to his brother. Dad said that he is the man of the family, even if the sky falls, he can bear it.
Jian Jia raised her hand and touched Qin Lang's head, "Be obedient. Sister, come as soon as you go."
