The cannon fodder of fast wear, she chooses to farm

Chapter 1019 The Lazy and Bad Sister-in-Law of the Blessed Nongmen (14)

Xu Yin had been busy for a whole day before she finished processing half a fan of wild boar meat, pickled marinade, sauce for sauce, sausage stuffed with sausages, big sticks to hang broth, and ribs to be deep-fried, so they can last for a few more days .

When Hu Ziniang brought her tofu, she had just finished frying the ribs, and the oil pan was still hot, just in time to fry the tofu puffs.

Hu Ziniang was very surprised: "Tofu can still be fried? It tastes really good!"

The tofu puffs just out of the pan are crispy and crunchy, with a strong bean aroma. You can eat it alone, and it tastes better when you dip it in chili sauce.

"It's just too much oil." Hu Ziniang glanced at the oil in the pot, and couldn't help feeling sorry for Xu Yin, probably all the oil for a year was here.

Xu Yin said with a smile: "After frying, you can save it for cooking. It's not a waste."

She packed some tofu puffs for Hu Ziniang: "Take it back to stew meat, it's guaranteed to be better than meat."

"..."

Hu Ziniang was dubious.

Even if the tofu is deep-fried, it is still tofu. How can it be better than meat?
It happened that there was meat at home, and the wild pork that I just bought yesterday, according to the method Meng Jin’s wife taught her, first put the cut wild pork in boiling water to remove the blood and foam, and then put some oil on the bottom of the pot, and put the meat Fry until both sides are browned, then add seasoning and water, wait for the meat to be fully cooked, then put down the tofu soak, and simmer over low heat.

When the lid of the pot was lifted, all the heads of her family were attracted into the kitchen.

"Daughter-in-law, what are you cooking delicious?"

"Meng Jin's daughter-in-law taught me. She also gave me some deep-fried tofu, stewed with meat, and said it was more delicious than meat."

Huzi Dad laughed: "Meng Jin's wife is joking, right? How can tofu taste better than meat?"

His family has been grinding tofu for so many years, and he has never heard of anyone whose stewed tofu tastes better than meat.

If this is the case, the business of his tofu stall will not be so good!

Until the fried tofu stew was served on the table, out of curiosity, each of them took a bite of fried tofu first, and their eyes lit up instantly:

"Oh! It's really delicious!"

"It's really not worse than meat!"

"This is how stew will come from now on!"

"Boss, you said that our tofu stand sells fried tofu, will the business be good?"

"You know what to do?"

"I know, Meng Jin's daughter-in-law fried it in front of me. It's very simple!" Hu Ziniang said, "It's a waste of oil, but it can be fried repeatedly, and it doesn't just fall out after frying a batch."

Huzi's father tasted three fried tofu in a row, and when he went to pick up the fourth one, Huzi held down his chopsticks: "Father, you almost finished the whole bowl of tofu!"

He only ate one!

Huzi Dad laughed: "Fried! Our family will fry it ourselves tomorrow! We will eat the first pot by ourselves! It's so satisfying to eat!"

Since then, Wang’s tofu stall has added a fresh soy product, fried tofu, in addition to the old tofu ordered in brine.

The price is much more expensive than tofu. After all, it has been fried in a frying pan and is covered with a lot of oil. I heard that the fried tofu and meat are stewed together, and the taste is better than meat.

The Dawa villagers didn’t believe it at first, but there happened to be some wild pork in the house, so they weighed a few taels of fried tofu and stewed it once. The result was naturally the same as Huzi’s parents—they all fell in love with this fresh food.

Not only the locals in Dawa Village, but even people from other villages heard about it, and came to Wang's house to buy fried tofu.If you can't afford meat, you can buy a few taels of fried tofu to satisfy your cravings.

Even if the Wang family doesn't choose to go to the town to sell, the daily business is not bad.

When the villagers heard that the fried tofu business of the Wang family was the idea of ​​Meng Jin's daughter-in-law, they were envious and turned a little bit in their hearts.

After returning home, let the children who are about the same age as Goudan go to Goudan to play with them, and tell them: "If Meng Jin's wife asks you to do something, you should work hard!"

So, behind the Goudan trio, there were a few more little tails. Whatever the trio was doing to help Xu Yin, the little tails were rushing to do something.

Xu Yin didn't need to go out to collect firewood or hunt pigweed. Every morning, there would always be a pile of fresh pigweed and a pile of dry firewood at the gate of her house.

They are still six or seven-year-old cubs, and the future generations will still be the sunrise at four or five o'clock in the morning, the delicate flowers of the motherland, but now they get up early every day to help her do the work, can they feel happy?
But no matter what she said, they still scrambled to help her collect firewood and hogweed, and occasionally gave her tender mushrooms, wild vegetables, and wild fruits.

Seeing that persuasion was useless, Xu Yin had no choice but to accept their wishes and offer a breakfast in return.

Sometimes it is wild onion omelette, sometimes it is fish porridge or multigrain porridge with small dried fish, and occasionally cook a small wonton for them.

Each person gets a small amount: one small triangle of egg pancake per person, and one small bowl of porridge or small wonton per person.It is right to add a nutritious meal to the flowers of the motherland.

But such a small amount of food is enough to drive these children to work hard for her every day:
The firewood sent could not be piled up in her firewood house;

The beaten pigweed made two wild boar cubs grow fat;

There are fresh and tender mushrooms and wild vegetables every day.

After breakfast, I rushed to help her wash the dishes, wipe the table, and sweep the yard...

Xu Yin: "..."

They are all good boys with solid eyes!

At the same time, I am fortunate that there are only fifty families in Dawa Village, and there are only seven or eight children who are the same age as Goudan. Otherwise, the children who come to her house for breakfast every day can form a kindergarten.

In any case, having these children help her collect firewood and thresh pigweed really saved her a lot of time.

All she has to do is tend the vegetable garden, clean the pigsty, and feed the wild piglets.

With the addition of spirit lake water, the two little wild boars eat and drink well at her house. So far, they haven't seen them try to "break out of prison".

I don't even have the mood to run now, so I think it will be less and less in the future, and it will become her family's reserve meat by the end of the year!
When the sun comes out, she puts two horse stools in the yard, spreads bamboo curtains, and takes out the things to be dried to dry.

The cleaned pig bones are dried in the sun and ground into powder, but this cannot be used as fertilizer immediately, and must be fermented first.

But the containers she can use are very limited. Clay pots are generally used to store food, boil water, and pickle vegetables. Who would be willing to use them to ferment organic fertilizers?

So, she set her sights on the latrine next to the pigsty.

The latrine is connected to an open cesspit.

After the old Cui's family moved out of the old house, the cesspit was also cleaned up, and it has been left unused ever since.

After Xu Yin moved in, she was busy repairing the house and weaving bamboo ware to earn money, but she hadn't had time to renovate the toilet.

Time to cover the cesspit!

She found time to go up the mountain and carried two relatively square boulders down in a row.

On the second trip, I met a few villagers who took a shortcut to work in the mountains. While lamenting her strength, I asked curiously, "Daughter-in-law Meng Jin, what are you doing carrying such a big rock?"

"Oh, I think it's a good size, take it back to cover the cesspit, the open cesspit is too smelly!"

"..."

But the cesspit is covered, how can we scoop up manure and fertilize it?

Is it possible to spend a lot of effort to lift the stone up every time?After scooping up the fat, cover it back?

The villagers shook their heads. Only Meng Jin's daughter-in-law, who is as strong as a cow, can think of such a troublesome matter and is willing to do it.

(End of this chapter)