The weather on the plateau of the Western Regions is subject to change. Soon after the sun jumped into the Nianqing Tanggula Mountain, a biting cold wind blew on the horizon, and thick black clouds soon appeared from the horizon, covering the sky in an instant, and without warning, the crystalline 'salt particles' were sprinkled down, and soon turned into snow flakes and patches of snow floc, gradually covering the pasture.

As long as it is not a major snow disaster, the herders welcome the snow. The prosperity of the grassland is inseparable from the green pasture, and the grass to grow better in the coming year depends on the insufficient rainfall in autumn and winter, and some inland rivers on the plateau alone cannot meet the needs of the grassland.

This kind of weather is also a good time to clean up the lungs, which is convenient for air drying, and there is ready-made snow water available, which is much cleaner than the ditch in the pasture where people pull horses to drink.

Zhou Yi stood behind Ba Zeng's tent, and Ba Zeng's women, daughters, and catkins all surrounded him to watch. Zhou Yi looked at the Ba Zeng family with a suspicious face, ready to show his hand a little, and at the same time instill some health concepts for the national brothers, grabbed two clumps of snow and rubbed his hands and arms vigorously, until the hands and arms became clean, and then picked up the sheep lungs handed by the Ba Zeng woman and looked at them in front of him.

Fried lungs are the most famous snacks in the Western Regions, not only in Tibet, but also in He Rose's hometown, there is also this kind of food, but it is called 'face lungs', the method is slightly different; It seems that Ba Zeng is also a good eater, and his sheep lungs are first-class goods, but they can match their own craftsmanship.

"Han people just enjoy it, they have to eat it, is this sheep lung easy to clean up?" Ba Zeng shook his head, Zhou Yi is a guest, of course he is not easy to stop, but this thing looks easy but it is actually extremely difficult. Even experienced veterans have to waste a lot of thought, washing the blood in the sheep's lungs with water over and over again, and pouring flour and refined salt without destroying the sheep's lungs, which is a delicate work, not only to be familiar with it, but also to be patient.

He kindly wanted to help, but was rejected by Zhou Yi. Well, this is a common problem of the Han people, they are good at everything, but they are a little arrogant. Ba Zeng could not say anything more in the pasture. As long as the guest does not do excessive things, he will always be recognized by the host's family, not to mention that this guest is still a friend of Huizhu's high-ranking monk in the next life?

However, Ba Zeng soon understood that Zhou Yi was a chef, and he must have studied ethnic recipes, and his techniques were simply too skillful.

Zhou Yi very skillfully stretched open the lung tube, brought the sheep lung to his mouth, and blew violently.

Call!

When others deal with sheep lungs, they have to scrub them in water countless times to slightly remove the outer layer of blood gas. Ba Zeng still remembers the first time he blew the sheep's lungs, because he hurt his eardrum too hard, and it hurt for more than half a month, which was the most troublesome procedure.

But Zhou Yi simply blew it down. The mouth was more than half a foot away from the sheep's lungs, and the sheep's lungs bulged up like balloons, and the eyes of the Bazen family bulged at the same time as the sheep's lungs. It's really amazing, this Zhou Yi brother must be a chef. No wonder it will become a good friend of Huizhu in the next life, I heard that Huizhu is a little monk who loves to eat, Amitabha. It's not that I'm disrespectful to the monks, the party said that we must seek truth from facts

Zhou Yi blew up the sheep lungs with a mouthful of air, inserted a funnel in the lung tube, released the finger holding down the other lung tube, and began to pour the melted snow water into it, one end in and one end out, the blood flowing out of the sheep lungs quickly changed from thick to light, from light to nothing, and another breath of gangqi forced out the residual water in the sheep lungs.

The materials filled in have been prepared a long time ago, Ba Zeng has served as the ranch's external liaison all the year round, selling the ranch's specialties in exchange for necessary daily necessities, and his family's ingredients are extremely complete, such as ginger, sesame paste, and almonds. He took out the ginger juice, together with a few ingredients and white flour and bean noodles, poured the gravy, and began to stir up the noodle sauce that entered the lungs, and Zhou Yi also ingeniously added some of the 'Five Divine Brew' he brought, which Ba Zeng said was a hundred times more wonderful than the best barley wine on the grassland.

One sheep lung was quickly filled, hung on the wooden frame prepared by Ba Zeng to air dry, and then the next one, Zhou Yi poured five sheep lungs in a row, four hung up and dried naturally, according to this weather, it would take half a month to eat, and the remaining one was tied by him and held in his hand.

Everyone didn't know what he was going to do, and the lungs that had not been air-dried were just not easy to preserve, and the taste was slightly worse, but they could still be cooked and fried in oil, but it seemed that he didn't have the intention of putting the lungs in the pot now.

Zhou Yi was rubbing this sheep lung, holding it under it with one hand, and quickly playing with the other hand, this lung quickly rotated, like an ice tray.

Ba Zeng began to suspect that he was an acrobatic cook, and his lungs went up and down in Zhou Yi's hands, piercing his crotch and armpits, and suddenly flew out of his hands, cutting through the wind and snow like a frisbee, and then returning to his hands after a circle, and at the same time, a trace of moisture was carried out by a strong centrifugal force, just like the principle of a washing machine to dry clothes. Although the lung tube is tied with a thread, it can only block the sauce inside from leaking, and as long as the centrifugal force is sufficient, the water will still be transferred out.

In half an hour, the lungs that used to need to be air-dried for half a month were magically thinned and hardened in Zhou Yi's hands, and the speed of 15,000 revolutions per second was enough for a big living person to become jerky, let alone a hanging lung.

Ba Zeng and the others looked at Zhou Yi's magic tricks blankly, and only after a while did they react, seeing that the wind and snow were a little lighter at this time, they were busy lighting the charcoal stove, boiling the mutton soup warm in the pot, putting it in the cage drawer, and steaming the lungs. Ba Zeng woman excitedly took out the iron pot and was about to put ghee, but was stopped, Zhou Yi smiled and pointed to the big leather bag containing goat's milk and 'Xue Dong' in the tent, Ba Zeng woman suddenly understood, smiled and nodded again and again, rushed to pour goat milk into 'Xue Dong', and took a wooden plectrum for making soufflé and handed it to Zhou Yi.

She was curious. On the grassland, the man sets the wolf and the woman fetches the milk and takes ghee, which is allocated by Changshengtian, but this Han young man has to beat the milk himself and use the freshest ghee? This is really no better, the goat milk at home should have been beaten a dozen long ago and refined into ghee, but the fight was too tiring, and she played for a whole day yesterday. I'm still tired from my shoulders. She completely treats Zhou Yi as a free laborer, if it weren't for the fact that there is a Xue Dong at home, she would pour out all the goat's milk for Zhou Yi.

Ba Zeng glared at the woman, it was really too much, why didn't you go to the nearby Tashi and Cidan houses to borrow their 'Xue Dong'? Our family has a lot of cattle and sheep, and there is a lot of milk, it should have been made into ghee a long time ago, don't you see that Brother Zhou Yi is an over-energetic guy, you should take them out to him!

The Han people are not wrong, opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared. Why didn't he think about getting a few more 'Xue Dong'? Ba Zeng sighed

Xue Dong is a wooden barrel with a large and narrow mouth, the milk of cows and goats is poured into it, and it is stirred desperately with a soufflé pick, and when the cream is beaten and separated, it is all white oil slick on it, and it is taken out and cooled at this time, which is ghee.

Even with the same milk, the quality of sheep ghee is also high, and the lowest is mixed white. Like the bare white stone, which is the product of the incomplete separation of the cream, and the medium is off-white, although the cream is completely separated, the milkman is not strong and skillful enough. As a result, the color of the separated ghee is not pure enough, and the best is jade white, and this kind of sheep ghee is like a fine jade, and it is extremely valuable. Correspondingly, the colors of beef ghee are mixed yellow, earthy yellow and golden yellow.

Even the most seasoned herders. It is not easy to make high-quality ghee, usually one or two out of ten percent of ghee, there will be one or two of inferior goods. Six or seven percent of the goods are medium, and only one or two percent are high-class goods. High-quality ghee is very precious, it is said that it can replenish the body's qi and blood, prolong life, and in big cities like Xizhu, a kilogram can be sold for thousands of yuan, and it is still priceless.

Zhou Yi's milking technique is a little weird, obviously I didn't see how fast he stirred, but the speed of the milk rotation was amazingly fast, only a few minutes, a thick layer of white foam appeared on the liquid surface, this snow has gradually stopped, but the cumulus clouds in the air are even thicker, in such a poor light, but you can still see the milk foam shining white jade-like luster.

"The Buddha is above, this is the high-grade ghee, Laze, Tsering, quickly fish out the ghee!"

Ba Zeng rubbed his hands excitedly, picked up an oil scoop and rushed up, and his wife and daughter also joined in, quickly scooping the ghee into the clean crockpot that had been prepared long ago. Zhou Yi continued to pump milk, and they followed suit, and in a short time they filled three one-foot-high clay pots, and the ghee in the first clay pot had cooled down, like a large piece of mutton fat and jade.

In Ba Zeng's view, these ghee exude the aroma of RMB, and Changshengtian pities it, and his daughter's dowry is not worried

Seeing these high-quality sheep ghee, the crowd was in an uproar, and the movement of Ba Zeng's family was too big, so that the nearby herdsmen came to watch, at first to see if Zhou Yi, a Han man, would show his ugliness, and gradually the more he looked, the more surprised he became, the original filled sheep lungs can still be dried like this?

Although I envy the farmers on TV, it is the kind of European lifestyle with a pleasant environment, a slow pace of life, and an aristocratic lifestyle, although the Western Regions is mysterious and beautiful, the living environment is too difficult, and Zhou Yike never thought of opening a ranch here.

"This ghee is so good that if the herders at Tuden Ranch can make this ghee, they will have more cattle and sheep and a better life. ”

A voice penetrated the noisy discussions and inquiries of the herdsmen, and clearly reached Zhou Yi's ears, this is a very young, even immature voice, it should come from a teenager, but what he said was a little old-fashioned

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