In addition to opening the buckle meat, Qin Mo can also make steamed meat, steamed pork, this is learned from grandpa, steamed pork is grandpa's unique skill, it is not difficult to do, fortunately, Qin Mo went to his grandmother's house in the countryside for most of the holidays when he was a child, and he always understands the bits and pieces of the countryside, otherwise, Qin Mo should be squatting in the corner and crying at this moment.

The ancients probably didn't know tamales, at least not for now.

Visually, this dynasty will not either...

In fact, the method of tamales is much simpler than deducting meat, but it has the same trick.

Qin Mo rested at home for the past two days.

I've been tired for a while, and now it's time for me to rest for two days...

During the break, Qin Mo went up the back mountain alone, took a machete, selected two thicker bamboos from the two niches behind the house, and then cut them from his feet and dragged them home to the yard.

Anyway, there was nothing to do, the family didn't farm, and there was nothing to clean up in the house for the time being, the next day, Qin Mo shaved the branches on the bamboo, moved a small bench, and slowly found some dead leaves in the yard, and burned a fire on the ground.

When he was a child, Qin Mo had seen what the steamer looked like, and he roughly knew how to do it.

Grandpa has worked hard all his life, and later the village has been lifted out of poverty, and he is always sitting alone in the yard, Qin Mo remembers that grandpa was young and sold these bamboo supplies to earn some water to support his family, grandpa's hands are particularly skillful, what baskets, baskets, baskets, grandpa will, and that technology is much stronger than the back baskets used by the people around Qin Mo.

Solid, not even the wind leaks.

In fact, Qin Mo has an impression of how it was compiled, but the difficulty is different when he does it himself.

Now she's going to try her hand at making steamers for steaming things.

The purpose of the burning fire is to bend these strips, break the bamboo, and go to the place where there is a choking on the inner layer, Qin Mo tied his hands with the remaining rags from before, after all, this bamboo strip is open-handed, leaving the outer layer of bamboo strips, and roasting and bending with fire, that is the outermost layer of the steamer, in fact, it is not much skill to do this, it's just that Qin Mo's body is only seven years old, his strength is small, he hasn't done it before, and he is not skilled, so it is inevitable to work hard.

Since the Qin family installed the door and hired a craftsman to build the stove, more and more people in the village have paid attention to this family.

I always feel that this house of two lonely girls is suddenly angry.

However, although others are curious, there is no channel to ask and understand, and there is always a pair of lonely sisters, and the Qin family is a lonely family living at the end of the village, and there are really not many people passing by at the door, so in the end, the curiosity of the villagers is suppressed.

Qin Mo didn't care what others thought, how curious, how gossipy.

Now I'm just concentrating on weaving my own steamer.

This is a must whether it is to make button meat or tamales.

After being busy for a whole week, Qin Mo had several blood cocoons on his hands, and in some places he was also hit with bamboo sticks, and finally two steamers that seemed to be like non-similar prototypes were taken out.

In fact, Qin Mo is really not stupid, and even, she thinks that she is very smart, thinking that in modern times, she figured out the appearance of the steamer in her grandmother's kitchen...

Yiqiē was only held back because of this undeveloped seven-year-old body.

I didn't have enough strength, so I injured both hands.

Even so, seeing that the steamer was always made, Qin Mo was still very happy in his heart, at least it was made.

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After the steamer was ready, Qin Mo chose a time to go to the street, since he wanted to make button meat, then he had to have meat first.

And the previous lesson of aloe vera cream made Qin Mo a little vigilant, it can't be said that the aloe vera products this time are not selling well, but it is indeed not as good as Qin Mo expected.

And Qin Mo, who was here just now, still didn't know a lot of information about the local area after all.

I don't know much about the taste of the local people, if this aloe vera gel doesn't go out, it's nothing, and it won't lose money, but if the taste of this buckle meat is not accepted by the locals, and one cage after another is pushed out and no one comes to buy it, so much meat, isn't it folded in your own hands?

It is always risky to do business without understanding a market, so Qin Mo decided to make some for the local people to eat for free first, and see how the reaction will be.

If the locals like the taste, start making it again.

So, Qin Mo chose today's sunny day and went to the town.

The squires in the town were rampant, the rich, the rich businessmen and some ancestors were officials, almost all of them lived in the town, and the civilians were fine, but Qin Mo faintly saw a few servants of the local official family on the street.

Walking on the street arrogantly...

The security in ancient times was definitely not as good as in modern times, and when he met this kind of person, Qin Mo lowered his head to avoid it.

Fortunately, he was just a child, and he didn't attract the attention of those people.

Keep your head down, walk from the street in a low-key manner, and then go to the farmer's market along the road.

The pork seller didn't confiscate the stall, Qin Mo ordered a pound of pork belly, and gave five cents to persuade the meat seller to give him the thigh bone that was almost lost after shaving, and picked up some unwanted pig intestines from the meat seller.

This thing, the ancient people were not used to eating it, and Qin Mo didn't know how to get it, but he knew that this thing was not poisonous, and many people came to cook and it was delicious, but Qin Mo naturally wouldn't use this thing to cook, but it was washed, wiped with salt, dried, and cut a little when stir-frying to make low oil.

Qin Mo's mother made it like this, and the oil residue that came out every time was still fragrant and crispy.

In this way, you can save a lot of vegetable oil during this time.

When he came back from the town, Qin Mo thought about it again, and then went to sell livestock on the side and picked a few chickens.

Let the shopkeeper put it in a cage and put it on his back basket.

He carried it back and raised it himself.

Anyway, Xiangxiang has nothing to do for a day, so it's better to let her help watch the chickens and raise chickens.

Raise some poultry, on the one hand, you can use it to lay eggs, eggs and meat, and finally you can eat and sell.

In any case, in the end, there is always some income.

Regardless of whether he could feed this little chicken or not, Qin Mo bought it, thinking to himself, let's try it first.

If you're lucky, you'll live, and if you're unlucky, you'll only have a hundred dollars.

It's always good to have some poultry at home, but if you raise it, there will always be some sustainable income for these eggs or something.