Great Power Army Reclamation

Especially the Xingtuan people, because they come from different places in the mainland, most of them still retain the living habits of the locals. Most of the women in the Corps are from AH, Jiangsu, Hunan, Hebei and Sichuan. Therefore, the eating habits are closer to those of these places.

It’s just that there is a lot of meat here, so the meat preparation is integrated with some local practices in northern Xinjiang.

Due to the particularity of the production method of Nang, people in the Corps do not make it, mainly because it is too troublesome. At that time, I had already eaten steamed buns and pancakes.

When Er Hong heard that he was going to make naan, his eyes were immediately full of hope. This Ye Yuze naturally couldn't attack others, wasn't he just greedy? How many women are not greedy?

Aunt Amir opened the basin next to the stove. Everyone must be wondering, why is the stove still burning in this summer? No wonder, the shepherd's stove is always on fire during the day. Because as long as guests come, fragrant milk tea must be served at any time.

But although the stove was burning, there was a skylight on the top. In addition, there is wind on the grassland, so it is not hot inside the yurt. If it is really hot, take off the felt under the yurt, and it will be like a pavilion with a roof and no walls, which is very cool.

Naan made in a yurt is different from the kind sold at gathering points or on the street. Because that kind of naan requires a naan pit.

When I was nomadic, I could move at any time, so there was no way to do Nangkeng. The herdsmen came up with a good idea, which was to tie up the two Tuckers and bury them in the fire to burn them.

Taco is similar to the cast iron pan we used to use, very heavy. Such a pot will not burn the bread inside if it is buried in a fire.

Erhong watched with interest as Aunt Amir dug a hole in the ground. Throw in a few lumps of cow dung and light it, then put the dough into the tucker, and press the dough into the tuck with your hands into a thin pancake around the middle.

Poke numerous small holes in the middle of the cake. It is said that the result will be very crispy. It's just that by this time Erhong's face was as wrinkled as a bitter gourd. Because Aunt Amir took cow dung without washing her hands.

After finishing the noodles, Aunt Amir put in a few more pieces of cow dung. Put the tucker on top. He picked up some cow dung and put it on top of Tucker and lit it, so that Tucker was buried in the pile of cow dung and burned. It was burned until Tucker was completely buried in a pile of red-hot cow dung. Aunt Amir just straightened up and went to stew the meat.

Er Hong put her mouth to Ye Yuze's ear and asked, "Can the food made like this be eaten? Does it smell bad?"

Ye Yuze didn't understand what she was asking for a while. He looked at her doubtfully.

Erhong glanced at Aunt Amir who walked into the yurt, pointed at the burning cow dung and asked: "Isn't it smelly when burning cow dung? You haven't washed your hands yet?"

"Do you smell the stink?" Seeing Erhong shaking his head, Ye Yuze explained seriously: "Do you know why the food in Northern Xinjiang is delicious? It's because cow dung is actually a kind of seasoning, and the cattle in Northern Xinjiang eat grass. and Chinese medicine. Feces itself is a kind of condiment, and it also has medicinal effects."

Erhong's big eyes blinked twice: "Then why don't you put the meat in a pot and cook it?"

"It becomes smelly when it comes into contact with water, and it becomes fragrant when it comes into contact with fire. This is the characteristic of cow dung. Of course, this is only limited to cattle in northern Xinjiang. Not so in the interior. They will eat everything." Ye Yuze continued to explain seriously.

Erhong said "Oh", feeling something was wrong, but didn't bother to think about it. When she was with Ye Yuze, she was always too lazy to think.

By the time the mutton was cooked, it was almost dark. Seeing that Uncle Amir hadn't come back yet, Ye Yuze helped his aunt drive the sheep back into the pen.

Because they were so close, Aunt Amir just shouted, and the leading sheep led the flock back. Two shepherd dogs drove away the disobedient sheep that continued to graze behind.

Erhong looked at all this in surprise: "Yuze, why can sheep understand aunt's words?"

Ye Yuze pointed to the obviously tall sheep at the front of the flock and explained what the leader sheep was and the rules of the flock.

Er Hong suddenly realized with a look on his face: "Then I can also herd sheep. Feed the first sheep more delicious food and make it listen to me. If I raise a few more sheep, I won't have to worry about them. I just need to open and close the door for them every day. chant."

Ye Yuze was speechless, but still nodded. The main thing is to explain something too professional to a layman and you can’t understand it.

Er Hongyi lay on his back on the grass: "It's settled. When we get old in a few years, we will come here to buy a group of sheep for grazing, but I have to learn to ride a horse first."

Ye Yuze nodded and agreed. He was not just perfunctory with Erhong. Although he has rarely kept himself busy in recent years, he actually has a lot to worry about. Now think about it, I already have enough money, so what’s the point? It is better to raise a flock of sheep and just lie down on the grass when you are tired.

Uncle Amir didn't come back until dark. Ye Yuze knew that he must have been drunk in someone else's yurt again.

The aunt complained while serving the two people to eat. Erhong enjoyed eating mutton, but she always stayed away from the naan made from cow dung.

The aunt took out a leather bag and said to Ye Yuze somewhat mysteriously: "Amir is not coming back. Auntie can't drink. You can drink some yourself. This is a good thing that your uncle Amir has collected. If the old man is at home, he will probably not give it to him." You are drinking."

Ye Yuze curiously opened the lid and smelled it. There was a strong smell of Chinese herbal medicine inside. "Auntie, what's in this?"

Aunt Amir gave Er Hong a meaningful look: "Don't ask, just drink. You will know after drinking."

Ye Yuze stopped talking nonsense, raised the bag and drank. After one gulp, it wasn't strong at all, but after a while, it felt like a fire was igniting in my lower abdomen. He immediately understood what it was.

Harbin Medicine and Uyghur Medicine in Northern Xinjiang actually have their own uniqueness, especially in some aspects. Just like they sometimes laugh at the Han people: "Hey, you can't do anything. You can't do anything at the age of fifty. Look at us, we can still have babies at the age of eighty."

Although this has something to do with the diet, it also has something to do with their unique supplements, such as this wine.

Since there was no one to drink with, it took less than an hour for the three of us to finish the meal. The three of them talked for a while, and Ye Yuze got a little drunk.

Aunt Amir spread out a new bedding for them with a smile, closed the curtains, and told Ye Yuze: "A sheep bowl as strong as a cow is used to give birth to babies. Don't let her idle."

The two of them got into bed, Erhong asked Ye Yuze what the sheep jar was? Ye Yuze said vaguely: "That's what my wife meant."

Erhong immediately acted shyly like a child. How could Ye Yuze still hold back? He pounced like a wolf.