Who knows! As soon as I returned to the mountains to farm, I encountered a natural disaster.

Later, the two of them said they wanted to raise the fence, but they never had the time. Not everything in life can be realized step by step and according to plan.

Just like the fried melon bean paste, it was two days ago when the soybeans were successfully fermented. During this time, no watermelon matured and turned red. The temperature this winter was somewhat different from what the two expected. It had already been The enlarged watermelon also stopped growing due to the temperature.

The two of them picked the watermelon and cut it open with a trying attitude, and found that the flesh inside was still white.

This fermented soybean can only be made into black bean sauce.

The watermelon vines were expected to wither gradually, so while they were still fresh, they tore off the watermelon vines and threw them into the pig pen to feed the pigs, while dragging out the pigs that were about to be slaughtered.

Zhao Yeqing held the basin and placed it under the simple platform made of a long bench for slaughtering pigs. White knives went in and red knives came out, and warm blood gurgled into the basin.

The blood sausage I made in the past two years was a bit undercooked, and it was gone after only a few meals. I will make more this year.

Ever since I was a child, the blood sausage made here in my hometown has no meat, only glutinous rice mixed with pig blood, which is poured into the casing, cooked, and then hung on the stove to dry.

The blood sausage of ethnic minorities is different from the blood sausage of Northeast China

Another reason for the lack of cooking is the unwillingness to part with pig intestines. If the small intestines were used as casings, they would not be able to eat them alone if they wanted to.

The pig blood used to make blood sausage had to be freshly released and had not yet been cured and solidified. Mu Xi was very skillful in cutting the pork. He cut it in just a few strokes and put it into a basin before preparing the casings that Zhao Yeqing needed for filling the blood sausage.

They only have to eat the freshest butchered pig dish once a year. As long as it is a butchered pig, the two of them don't have to worry about what to cook at night.

After the cleaned small intestine was given to Zhao Yeqing, he had to deal with the blood stains and dirt at the pig killing site.

The warm farm-grown pork is sweet and not fishy. It is very delicious when blanched in plain water. Cut the pork into pieces, then boil the meat and blanch it until it is done.

The blood sausage can be eaten after it is cooked. If you can't finish it, you can hang it in the drying room to dry.

The blood sausage cut into round slices is placed on a small porcelain white plate. The red pig blood wraps the greasy white and crystal-clear glutinous rice. The somewhat tough casing on the outside not only plays a wrapping role but also increases the taste.

After cooking was done, the bloody smell in the yard also faded away. Mu Xi walked out of the yard, calling Dahuang and the others to drive back the cattle and sheep that were outside the yard and lock them in the barn.

Rhubarb and the others have long been absent-minded, and the cattle and sheep are not so alert, but these dogs are monkey spirits, and they have long smelled the smell of blood drifting along the wind.

Entering the yard, the long-lost sweet aroma of pork came to us again. After handing the cattle and sheep to Mu Xi, several dogs ran into the kitchen. The little one at the front was still dripping with crystal water. of liquid.

The aroma drifted farther and farther away. After the two of them finished eating, they were worried that something would come near. The aroma mixed with the smell of blood would attract something.

Now that the weather is getting colder, there are not many mosquitoes. After eating, I went to sit on the balcony on the second floor. A small table was brought to me, and a computer was placed on it. The computer did not play movies, but only showed surveillance footage in real time.

The moon is still halfway up, and the moonlight is not yet bright. This period is the darkest time except before dawn. Even if you can sit on the balcony on the second floor and look outside the wooden fence in the distance, it is only dim and dark. clear.

In the past, when pigs were not killed, there was no smell of blood. This time, there was no silence outside the pen at night, let alone tonight.

Sure enough, not long after the lights in the courtyard on the first floor were extinguished, the shadows of weasels and foxes appeared on the screen.

Logically speaking, this season is the time for animals to hibernate, but since the temperature is neither too high nor too low, it doesn't matter whether they sleep or not.

However, the raccoon dog that often comes to beg for food has not been seen recently.

These small and medium-sized carnivores are not as good as the large beasts in the mountains and forests. Most of their food sources rely on the carrion left after the beasts hunt. They will succumb to the smell of blood.

The fence that has been raised to more than three meters is polished and flat, and there is no point for the animals to use to climb up, unless they have relatively high jumping ability or have sharp claws that can barely jump in.

The two of them confirmed the excitement tonight and no longer hesitated, turning on the light switches hanging around the fence.

The long fence was lit up by lights, and the animals were startled by the sudden light and ran away, including some that had just jumped into the yard, jumping and crawling out in a hurry.

The lights beside the fence were left on all night, and the animals, which had been hungry all night, lingered for most of the night and finally left unwillingly.

I don’t know whether they are consciously guarding the house or because the weather is suitable for temperatures, but two dogs are sleeping on the haystack in the front yard. If a few brave animals run in, they will be very angry. He raised his head alertly.

The gurgling sound in the throat is very intimidating in the silent night.

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Zhao Yeqing woke up early in the morning. Today was New Year's Eve, so he had to get up early to put up Spring Festival couplets.

The Spring Festival couplets are written a day in advance and left to dry. Every year there are new expectations but also the same original intention.

First couplet - "Good luck comes with spring in a year"

Second line - "Colorful clouds are coming in all seasons"

Hengpi - "Everything goes well"

In the past, during the Chinese New Year, at the market stalls that year, the most popular ones were couplets for wealth and fortune. Everyone hoped that their family would be able to attract wealth in the coming year.

Perhaps it was because they grew up with the elderly, and the elderly of the two families were forest rangers who did not attach much importance to foreign objects. The couplets at their door never appeared to pray for wealth, but were always for blessings and peace.

On the other hand, at the door of the house she rents in the city, there are always Spring Festival couplets to attract wealth, or simply the upper and lower couplets are very cheerful "Hahahahahahaha" and "Heeheeheeheeheeheehee", and horizontal comments - - "Hehehehaha".

This year's couplets were still written by Zhao Yeqing. Compared with the upper and lower couplets that had only four characters when they first moved to the meadow due to poor technique, the calligraphy has obviously made a qualitative leap.

At least they are all correct.

She was very satisfied and snorted to Mu Xi who was smiling next to her: "Why are you laughing? It is not easy to write every word correctly in the couplet. You are not as good as me in this matter. "

Mu Xi snickered at being caught, and raised a white flag to defend himself: "No, I just smiled knowingly when I saw that you wrote well."

Not bothering to pay attention to him, Zhao Yeqing thrust the Spring Festival couplets into his hand and said, "Go ahead and stick them. It would be a waste not to stick Spring Festival couplets when you are so tall."

This couplet is posted outside the courtyard gate. It means colorful clouds in the four seasons, which means smooth weather and clear four seasons.

It's not that things are bad now, but Zhao Yeqing always feels that returning to the normal seasons of the year will bring everything back on track.