The Local Lazy Man System

After the pigs are slaughtered, the meat is divided and sold. Usually, the meat is sold in the town. It's very high. You are five catties, mine is ten catties, and three hundred catties of pork are almost sold in one fell swoop. The rest of the pig head, and pig thighs, etc., Ye Rongfa does not plan to sell them, so they stay at home to eat.

After buying the pork, everyone dispersed. As for the furry kids who were watching the fun, they had already run away, and the pigs had already been killed. For the furry kids, there was nothing to see here.

"Glory, thank you so much today, remember to come to my house for a drink tonight." Ye Rongfa said in a bag with twenty pounds of pork and handed it to Ye glory.

There is a tradition of killing pigs and treating guests in the nearby ten miles and eight townships. I don’t know when the tradition has been passed down. If anyone kills a pig, they will invite the villagers to drink and eat meat.

The more people come, the more lively, it shows that your family has popularity and face, and every household is like this. If the popularity is good by the end of the year, sometimes you have to catch up with several games a day. eat meat.

"Brother Rongfa, are you giving too much meat?"

Ye Rongrong looked at the pork in Ye Rongfa's hands, but did not take it. The meat was too much. Normally, the person who helped to kill the pig would also divide three or five kilograms of pork, plus eat one Dinner feast.

And the bag of meat that Ye Rong sent to him, Ye Rongyao saw with the naked eye that there were at least twenty kilograms of meat, which was too much.

"Glory, why are you being polite to my brother? Just keep it if you want it. It's just a few catties of pork, and it's not worth much." Ye Rongfa put the bag in Ye Rongyao's hand and said.

"Then, thank you Brother Rongfa."

Ye Rongrong thought about it, and then took the bag that Ye Rongfa had stuffed. After all, as Ye Rongfa said, it was only a few pounds of pork, and it was not worth much. If he refused again, he would appear to be hypocritical.

"It's all my own, so polite." Ye Rongfa said.

...

"So much meat, we can't finish it?"

On the way home, Liu Qingqing frowned and said to Ye Rongrong. After all, 20 pounds of pork is enough for the family to eat for more than half a month even if it is kept in the refrigerator. Even if fresh pork is kept in the refrigerator for ten days and a half months, even if it is not bad, it will change. unpalatable.

"Let's go home and make bacon."

Ye Rongrong thought for a while and said. After all, there is so much pork, only my family and my family, when will we eat it, if we don't finish it, the meat will be spoiled, which is a pity. We must know that the price of pork is still high now.

Especially now that the New Year is coming, the price of vegetables will basically rise a little, especially pork and seafood, the price rises are more severe than that of vegetables.

Bacon is the most common type of preserved meat. No one knows or knows about preserved meat. Its origin is the same as other pickling methods in China. It is full of coincidences.

Smart ancestors of the Chinese people, in the distant ancient times, in the era of food shortage, always came up with various ways to preserve food, and also created a variety of delicious foods that people today are talking about.

The fragrant, crisp, refreshing, and aftertaste of preserved meat has a history of more than 300 years. As far back as the early Qing Dynasty, in the peaceful and prosperous times, people lived a prosperous life and the six animals were prosperous. At that time, there were often surpluses of pork in addition to normal slaughtering and sales.

By chance, a local villager spread the remaining pork on the surface with salt, and hung the pork that had been marinated overnight with salt on a rope the next day. It was the winter solstice, and it was snowing heavily all day, so he could not go out. People took off the marinated pork and cooked it, but found that the taste was different, salty and delicious.

Since then, the process of salting pork into preserved food has spread. With the continuous improvement of people, there are more varieties of preserved meat, including preserved meat, preserved sausage, preserved dog, preserved duck, preserved chicken, preserved egg, etc. Variety, the taste of bacon is also more delicious.

The quality of preserved meat is closely related to the selection of seasons. It can only be produced in the autumn and winter between the Cold Dew Festival and the Small Cold Festival every year. If the preserved meat is produced in advance or beyond this time, it will lose its unique flavor.

"Okay, bacon is delicious. It used to be bought from outside or given to us by people in the village. This year, our family makes bacon by ourselves. The bacon made by my husband is definitely the best."

Liu Qingqing was very excited when he heard his man say he wanted to make bacon.

"Of course, your man is a genius chef."

Ye Rongrong said proudly. Ye Rongrong is confident that the bacon made by himself will never taste worse than the bacon made by anyone else.

"Husband, let's go home and make bacon."

Liu Qingqing couldn't wait to hold his man's hand and walked quickly towards his house. Liu Qingqing wanted to know how delicious bacon was made.

...

"Husband, I'll wash the pork."

As soon as he walked into his kitchen, Liu Qingqing said excitedly.

"The meat used to make bacon cannot be washed." Ye Guangyao hurriedly stopped Liu Qingqing, who was going to put the pork in the face plate for washing.

"Why? There is blood on the pork. It looks scary if you don't wash it." Liu Qingqing turned her head in confusion, looked at her man and asked.

"The meat used to make bacon cannot be cleaned, but cleaning is easy to breed bacteria, which will spoil the meat." Ye Rongrong explained.

"Well, what can I do then?"

Liu Qingqing asked. Liu Qingqing is a little restless now, thinking that when his man makes bacon, he can help him.

"Just set fire to it." Ye Rongyao thought for a while and said.

"Um."

Liu Qingqing answered happily.

After arranging for his wife to live, Ye Rongyao took out all the meat in the bag, put the meat on the case, and quickly cut it into pieces with a knife, twenty centimeters long and two or three millimeters wide. It looks like half a pound.

Soon, Ye Rongyao cut more than 20 catties of pork into forty-five pork strips, each of which looked basically the same size and weighed about half a catty.

"Husband, can you make a fire?" Liu Qingqing asked when he saw that his man had cut the pork.

"Okay, don't use too much fire, otherwise the salt will be fried." Ye Rongyao explained to Liu Qingqing.

"I want to fry the salt again!"

Liu Qingqing looked at his man strangely and said. A few days ago, my man also fried salt, but it was to make "salt tea" to treat diarrhea. I didn't expect to cook bacon with salt.

"Of course, when the salt is fried and applied on the pork, it can penetrate into the pork more quickly and make the pork taste better." Ye Rongrong explained.

Soon, the three packets of salt were all heated up, and the temperature was about fifty degrees.

Ye Guangyao quickly poured the hot salt onto the cut pork with a stir-fry spatula, and wiped the salt on the surface of the pork several times with his hands.

After wiping, Ye Rongyao tied a rope to each piece of pork strips, brought a small bamboo stem, and hung the pork strips on it.

"Husband, is this all right?" Liu Qingqing asked curiously from the side.

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