After entering the bird tribe, I want to farm

Bai Wu originally thought that Nanyao's mood had always been relatively calm, but he didn't expect him to be so concerned about the affairs of the Qing clan.

When he returned, he was still preoccupied.

Bai Wu even saw him fly sideways several times.

After finally falling to the ground, Bai Wu comforted him, "Don't worry, it's good to make bacon. On the bright side, the weather is not so cold now, even if some of the food goes bad, you can go hunting and gathering and replenish it. "

"Okay. You go back."

"You have already sent me to the door of the house, I still have to go, at least stay and eat a rock candied berry."

As Bai Wu said, he probed to look at the house, his nose twitched a few times, feeling the smell in the air.

No one in their family should be at home.

He turned his head and waved to Nanyao, "Come in and do me a favor, my father and the others are not here."

"What help?"

"Such a large pile of ground berries, help me to wash them? If I rely on myself, when will I have to wash them?"

He asked Nan Yao for help, but Nan Yao had no choice but to stay.

Bai Wu poured out the ground berries from the basket on her back, and found that some had been crushed, leaking purple juice and tiny seeds.

He touched the juice with one hand, and said distressedly: "It's a pity, I just picked it for so long, and now it's broken so much."

"There are so many Qing people, pick them after eating."

"Let's see if it can be made into jam. Now I understand why some people pick sour fruits, but not ground berries. They can't be eaten, and they can't be put away. Who will go back and pick them when they are idle?"

Bai Wu quickly brought out the big wooden barrel at home.

There is no spring water on the mountain, and the water they eat every day is manually picked up from the river below the mountain.

Now that there are a lot of ground berries to be washed, Bai Wu is reluctant to part with the water at home, so she simply carries the bucket and Nan Yao to the river.

On the other side, they said that for a period of time every year, the river freezes over.

Now that the year is almost over and the river is still flowing, it is hard for Baiwu to imagine that it is frozen.

Either Kishi exaggerated the cold conditions in previous years, or this year is too special.

Bai Wu looked at the river.

Nan Yao stood beside him, "Why are you in a daze?"

"I'm thinking about how to make rock sugar ground berries."

As Bai Wu said, he casually picked up a black groundberry from the bucket and threw it into his mouth. The sourness made him tremble, "It's as sour as a hawthorn."

"Hawthorn is better, or ground berry?"

This question is like asking whether it is better in the previous life or in this life.

Bai Wu suddenly felt a little subtle.

The two looked at each other.

Bai Wu blinked, and the bowl of water was extremely flat, "Each has its own fragrance, so it's hard to compare."

Nan Yao stopped asking questions, and lowered his head to help clean the groundberries.

Although the river is not frozen, the temperature should have dropped below zero. Soak your hands in the river for a while, and your hands will turn red from the cold.

After washing for a while, Bai Wu felt that her hands were completely frozen, and she couldn't take it anymore, so she could only press her cheeks to keep warm.

Nan Yao gently pushed him, "Go back and prepare sugar first, and I'll wash it."

"Just put the sugar in the clay pot, no need to prepare it, and it will be faster for two people to wash it."

The two washed the ground berries, and Nan Yao carried them up the mountain with one hand.

Bai Wu found the comfrey candy at home, and found a broken pottery pot, using only one side, adding water to slowly melt the sugar.

There are no sticks at home, but there is plenty of firewood.

Bai Wu found a thin stick, washed it with water, scalded it with boiling water, and picked up the washed ground berries one by one.

It doesn't take much sugar to make rock candied ground berries, and they picked a lot of ground berries.

Now that it's done, Baiwu simply skewered more than 50 skewers, planning to make a straw target and stand outside later, insert rock sugar berries and eat slowly.

The cold wind was blowing outside.

A warm sweet smell wafted out of the kitchen.

Bai Wu sniffed, still patiently stirring the transparent yellowish syrup with her hands.

The syrup is already bubbling and bubbling.

Bai Wu dipped a little bit with his chopsticks.

As soon as he lifted it, the syrup congealed on top of the chopsticks, forming a thin sugar crust.

"It seems to be ready. Don't stop the fire, I'll take the ground berries and wrap them up slowly."

"What else to do?"

"Need not."

Bai Wu carefully grabbed a handful of skewered ground berries and put them into the broken clay pot.

There is more than half of the broken pottery pot left, so it can only be placed on the stove at an angle, and the opening is very large.

Baiwu carefully dipped the ground berry strings into the syrup, and lifted them up after they were fully soaked.

The viscous syrup slowly fell back into the pot, Baiwu was afraid that the syrup would not be able to catch it, so he quickly turned the ground berries to make the syrup cover it as much as possible.

The weather is cold.

The syrup solidifies almost instantly, forming a thin sugar crust on the purple-black groundberries.

This layer of sugar shell is not as crystal clear as rock sugar, but it is also sweet and attractive.

Bai Wu put the wrapped ground berries in the wheat flour, took two bunches, and handed one of them to Nanyao, "Taste the fruits of our labor."

Saying that, Bai Wu put the rock sugar ground berry in his mouth, opened his mouth, grabbed the top one, put it in his mouth, and sucked it.

The sweet taste of sugar spread in the whole mouth, he bit the sugar-coated groundberry ball with his white teeth, and crushed it with a click.

The core of the ground berry is very soft, and there is a packet of juice inside. He bites it down, producing a bursting pulp effect.

A sour taste wafted out instantly, making his tongue salivate, but he couldn't help but taste it again and again.

For a moment, the sweetness of sugar, the sourness of fruit juice, and the aroma of ground berries all mixed together, sweet and sour, and even the breath of Bai Wu had a special fragrance.

Did not overturn.

Tastes better than expected.

Bai Wu looked down at the Bingtangdiberry, and even felt that it was slightly better than Bingtanghulu.

The main reason is that the hawthorn in the candied haws is relatively large, and the amount of sugar coating is relatively small. When biting, the sour taste is heavy.

Bingtangdiberry is only the size of a thumb, and when you bite it down, the sugar and fruit are almost half-half, and the taste is extraordinarily sweet and sour.

Bai Wu had already eaten a rock candied berry, but Nan Yao hadn't moved yet.

"I won't lie to you, it's really delicious, try it!" Bai Wu handed the rock sugar groundberry to his mouth, "You will know when you open your mouth and taste it."

Nan Yao looked down and tasted one.

Bai Wu stared at his expression, and asked expectantly: "How is it? I didn't lie to you."

"Tastier than I expected."

"Then eat a little more, anyway, you won't delay eating if you burn the fire. I'll wrap the remaining ground berries."

Bai Wu only needs to coat the ground berries with sugar, and then turn them around, and a bunch of rock sugar ground berries is ready.

It didn't take much time for him to wrap them all up, and he finished the job quickly.

The rock candied berries are coated with a thin layer of wheat flour, which does not affect the taste and does not stick to each other.

Bai Wu put them on the chopping board first, and replaced it with a good earthenware pot, poured the remaining ground berries into the large earthenware pot, added a little water and started to boil.

The remaining sugar after wrapping the ground berries was also poured into the big pottery pot. Bai Wu even poured some boiling water to wash the broken pottery pot.

Their family has cooked jam many times this year, and the white radish is easy to cook. Just wait for the jam to soften and thicken, add sour jam to keep the color, and then it can be served.

While they were cooking the jam, there was a sweet and sour smell in the kitchen.

As soon as Kishi got home, he asked, "What are you cooking? Why is it so sour?"

"Berry Jam."

"what?"

"It's a small fruit picked by the Qing people. I also made rock sugar ground berries. Brother, come and taste it and see if you like it."

As soon as Kishi heard that there was something delicious, he hurried in.

When he saw the rock sugar ground berries on the chopping board, he picked up one, "Isn't this a sour berry? Birds don't even eat it."

"Tsk." Bai Wu gave him a thumbs up, "Brother, you really know how to talk."

"I didn't say I wouldn't eat it." An turned around with a smile, avoiding his hand, "I'll try it—sweet?"

Before Kishi could finish his sentence, he had already bitten the sugar shell in his mouth, and the sour juice leaked out, touching the tip of his tongue, and he trembled while covering his cheek like a toothache.

Bai Wu observed his expression.

With a face full of surprise, Kishi stared at the Bingtang berry in front of him and said vaguely: "It's sour and sweet, and the taste is not bad!"

"I don't even look at who made the move. Brother, you cut some dry grass for me, and I'll make a hay bale."

Kishi nodded, and ran out with the Bingtang berry.

After a while, he came in with a bundle of grass, "Is this enough?"

"Enough." Bai Wu glanced, "Bring me another long stick and a piece of rope along the way."

The ropes in their house are made from chacha leaves.

This kind of rope is thinner and tougher, not as thick as grass rope, nor as hard as vines, and it is very easy to use.

If it wasn't for the lack of time during this time, Bai Wu still wanted to get some back.

Kishi quickly brought everything he asked for.

While guarding the jam in the pot, Bai Wu tied up straw bundles.

His hands and feet were very nimble, and after a while, a neat bale appeared at his feet.

He threaded the bale with a stick, cut off the overlong part of the stick, and handed it to Kian, "Brother, you insert it next to the bread kiln. Insert it firmly."

"and then?"

"Then stick these candied berries on the bales."

Kishi is busy.

Chuan and Mo came back hand in hand, and saw a stick standing next to their kitchen at a glance.

There are strings of purple-red things sticking out of the straw bale on the stick, which looks very strange.

After Chuan and Mo greeted Nan Yao.

Chuan asked: "What is Wu doing now? This fruit is very sour."

Bai Wu: "Yafu, do you know this kind of fruit?"

"Why don't you know? Didn't you teach everyone to dye cloth before? There are still people in the tribe who dye cloth with this kind of fruit, and the dyed color is similar to that of Wuguo. This is to—"

Kishi interjected, "Wu said this is called Bingtangdiberry, Yafu, you should try it quickly. The taste of this thing is sour, it is very magical."

Chuan took off a bunch, bit one himself, and handed it to Mo's mouth, asking him to bite one too.

The two frowned at the same time.

Bai Wu asked: "How is it?"

Chuan said, "I didn't expect it to smell like this."

As he spoke, he raised the Bingtangdiberry to his eyes and looked at it.

Mo Ze said: "The teeth are a little sore."

"With such sour food, your teeth may indeed be sour. By the way, brother, you have eaten three skewers, don't eat any more, or you won't be able to bite the tofu later."

"That's an exaggeration, how can it be impossible to chew tofu?" Kishi snorted, "It's not like we haven't eaten sour fruits before, and nothing happened after eating."

"I'm serious, you won't be able to eat braised pork at night, so don't blame me for not reminding you. Yafu, the priest is also eating at home."

"Okay, I'm going to order more food."

During this period of time, Nan Yao has almost become the resident of Bai Wu's family. He whispered next to him, "No, I'll go back first."

"I don't advise you otherwise. You must stay and taste the braised pork." Bai Wu also whispered, "This year, our family will kill a pig. We will eat fresh meat for two days, and the rest can only be made into bacon. , if you don’t eat it today, you’ll have to wait until next year if you want to eat it again.”

"I'm not that hungry."

"But I want to share it with you."

After hearing this, Nan Yao stayed silent.

Bai Wu hasn't eaten braised pork for a long time.

Braised pork must be made with fat and lean pork.

Wild pork is not good. If wild pork is not specially treated, the smell will be relatively strong.

Only this kind of domestic pork is delicious when cooked in braised pork.

The pig that their family killed happened to be at the most suitable age, the meat was neither old nor tender, fat nor thin.

There is still a piece of pork belly that Baiwu specially left behind.

He finely cut the pork belly into mahjong pieces and marinated it with onion, ginger, garlic, Jiji grass and other spices.

After everything was ready, he fried the sugar color in a broken pot, then put the meat down and stir-fried slowly, and then put a little red melon sac left over from brewing as distiller's grains, and stewed slowly.

As soon as the soup in the pot boiled, a strong aroma wafted from the braised pork, and Bai Wu sniffed, "Is the rice pounding ready?"

"It's been washed, you come and put the water."

The rice is this year's new rice, and Bai Wu checked it himself, picked out the rice husks inside, put an appropriate amount of water, and put it on the firepit to cook.

The braised pork here is ready, and the newly cooked rice here is also ready.

The rice cooked from new rice is oily and fragrant, with distinct grains.

Picking up a piece of Baiwu and taking a sip, you can taste the unique sweetness of starch.

"It's time to eat!"

Today's dinner is braised pork and roasted leeks, served with rice.

As soon as the food was set, Bai Wu couldn't wait to pick up a piece of braised pork and put it on the white rice soup.

The brown broth seeps into the rice.

Bai Wu took a bite of the soft and rotten braised pork. The braised pork was fat but not greasy, thin but not sticky, fragrant but not overpowering. Once he bit down, his mouth was filled with soft gravy and rotten meat.

Bai Wu narrowed her eyes happily, and took another big mouthful of white rice.

The more the rice is chewed, the sweeter it becomes, which just neutralizes the greasy aftertaste of the braised pork.

Bai Wu swallowed the food in his mouth, "Taste it quickly! Especially my lord priest, move your chopsticks quickly."

An didn't raise his head after eating, and said vaguely: "No matter how polite you are, I will finish eating the braised pork. It's delicious! Wu, why didn't you cook braised pork yesterday? It's a shame."

"I couldn't make it yesterday, so I have to finish the offal first. Well, it's really delicious!"