The next day, Bugu and the others really came, Zhang Heng took out the tiger's internal organs to eat, and sweet potatoes were naturally indispensable. After that, the men of the Kui tribe would work with him every morning, and in the afternoon they would go out to hunt wild beasts, and when they came back, they would be distributed by him at will.

Zhang Heng has unconsciously broken the primitive people's law of food distribution, but this is only limited to him, even if the two witches have not actually handled meat privately, everything is from the entire tribe.

After five suns, the autumn wind sweeps the fallen leaves, and winter is just around the corner, but there are still many trees that have not withered, and the scenery is unique!

Zhang Heng stayed in the Spring Tribe, and did not enter the forest, every time he just ate tiger meat with peace of mind, loved tiger oil, or sat on the boulder to think about the method of forging the body of the Five Elements Fist.

In the early morning, the tiger meat was finally marinated, and there were also other beasts' meat, which was taken out of the withered leaves, Zhang Heng sniffed it, it was not bad, it had already been salted, and the excess water in the meat was also salted. At this time, you can wash off the blood that flows out, it doesn't matter if you don't wash it, you need to hang it for a few days, the village also makes sauce meat, just smear soy sauce and hang it every time, it is more convenient than pickling and smoking bacon, but the sauce meat is not as delicious as bacon, and he can't make soy sauce, and the original space is coarse salt, so that the pickling method can be spread.

After three more suns, the Kui tribe walked a few more men, carrying the sweet potato vine tied with a rope and left, Zhang Heng was also more surprised by this, because the primitive people actually liked to eat sweet potato vines, in their hometown village, they generally only picked sweet potato young leaves to fry to eat, and the rest of the raw food whether it was boiled or Zhang Heng tried raw food is reminiscent of the taste of pig food, this is of course only Zhang Heng's personal opinion, because the mainstream food eaten by pigs in his hometown village is sweet potato vine.

The sweet potatoes of the Spring tribe have all been harvested, and they fill a small half of the space in the cave, Zhang Heng has roughly calculated, not to mention that only one winter, even spring and summer can be able to persist with sweet potatoes alone.

Zhang Heng thought about it, sweet potatoes can't be stored for too long, and they will become moldy in the spring, even if they dig holes and store them, they will rot some, it doesn't matter if pigs eat them in the village, but people can't eat moldy food. In this way, Bugu and the others wrapped a lot of sweet potatoes in animal skins and sent a lot to the Kui tribe, but Yan did not take them away immediately, it is estimated that he had to wait for someone to carry it, and now only a few men are still in the Spring tribe, and they can't carry so much.

He distributed sweet potatoes like this, but he didn't expect that not only Wu had no opinion, but also everyone in the Spring tribe had no opinion, which should make Zhang Heng a little moved, because primitive people's values of food are equivalent to life, and he is not vain about his previous dedication to the Spring tribe, and his psychology is warm.

"Yan, Wu, let's see me smoke bacon!" Zhang Heng roared, also very excited, after smoking the bacon, he could leave, and go back to reality to supplement sleep.

"Meat!" The two witches responded, probably not understanding, but they were very excited.

The arrangement of the bacon is very simple, just put some wooden sticks horizontally on the corner of the animal pen, then stack the meat neatly on the wooden sticks, and finally cover the meat with large green leaves.

In reality, of course, it is best to use cypress for smoke, and the book says that the smoke poison of cypress is less, and it also has the advantage of being more likely to smoke, and the color is better and more fragrant. Zhang Heng has never seen a cypress tree in the forest, but it is easy to find similar tree species, it is enough to cut down some, and it doesn't take many branches to bake, and the big fat pig of 200 catties in the village only needs a flat back basket of branches.

Mother said that people in the city also spend money to buy cypress branches to smoke bacon, Zhang Heng picked up a branch like a cypress tree, smelled it, the taste is similar, it should be no problem, cypress trees are evergreen all year round, and when they are burned, they will produce thick smoke, but they also hope that the taste of smoked meat is better than that of bacon in the village, because this is tiger meat.

"Fire, ignition!" Zhang Heng roared.

Everyone came, gathered around to watch, the sweet potatoes had been harvested, just waiting for winter, and the primitive people had nothing to do at this time.

Soon the flames burned, and the heat of the outer flame surged up and blew the green leaves on the flesh tremble, and Zhang Heng roared: "At this time, you must hurry up and put the branches." ”

When the turquoise branches were covered with flames, a thick smoke filled the air in an instant, although it was only a stream, but when it rushed up, it was blocked by the green leaves, and the smoke dispersed, which could smoke the whole stack of meat on it.

"Woo~~!" The crowd roared, but they didn't know whether they were excited or frightened.

Zhang Heng smiled, looked at the fire intently, and explained to the two witches from time to time that the process of smoking bacon is actually not simple, and the heat is very important, because it has to be repeated over and over again, and when the flame is burned, it must be covered with fresh branches to make the smoke, but it can't be flamed at all, otherwise the meat will not be smoked and the oil will not taste good.

If you want to ensure the best taste, ten catties of meat smoked down will shrink by half a catty to about one catty, which is a waste, the village generally does not use open flames, but the fat meat is only smoked and will produce oil, so the bacon in the countryside tastes excellent.

The whole process of smoking meat takes about three to six hours, the time is too short to smoke well, and the loss of meat is too long, so about four hours is more appropriate.

"Look, now that the branches are dry, they will burn, so add new ones immediately!" This is a technical job, and Zhang Heng has to explain it repeatedly.

Fortunately, the time was long enough, and at noon Zhang Heng extinguished the spark, clapped his hands with satisfaction, lifted the big yellow leaves, revealing the yellow and black tiger meat, took off a piece and looked at it for a while, and sniffed it again, yes, it smelled better than the bacon in the village.

I am not in a hurry to eat, and after smoking, I have to hang it for a while, and it can be more flavorful after drying, and the poison of smoke is not so great.

"See, this is called bacon, it can be put for a long time, it can be put next winter, or even the year after tomorrow, the year after tomorrow." It is true that bacon can be stored for up to three years, but after a year, it will gradually decay and weather, and the taste is not so good, but it can be eaten.

"Bacon!" Wu followed and chanted.

Zhang Heng suddenly slapped his forehead, there is no Spring Festival in the original space, there is no lunar calendar, there is no lunar month, there is no wax moon (lunar month), how can you talk about bacon, smiled, it's just a name, don't care too much.

"Alright, come by yourself in the afternoon and smoke yourself." Zhang Heng roared loudly, asking everyone to hang his tiger meat back in the cave, and then take out the marinated meat and smoke it.

For a whole afternoon, the outside of the cave was filled with smoke, drifting far away, so that the birds in the nearby forest were extinct, and the birds of prey in the sky had not appeared for a long time!

The next morning, Zhang Heng set off with a big beard, targeting the Xia tribe, and the two witches held the crutches he made and sent them out with everyone, so that Zhang Heng was a little uncomfortable, and it was not that he didn't come back, and he had to come back in two days to get tiger meat to return to reality.

He waved his hand without looking back, just like the book said, and did not take away a single cloud!

"King, Sun King!" There was a roar behind him, the footsteps did not stop, and gradually returned to calm, he liked this feeling, walking quietly, and when he was dreaming in the past, he looked at the silent beard beside him, and what was the bearded man thinking in his mind at this time? Do you have dreams and worries too?

ps: The second update is here, thank you for the reward from the book friend (Autumn Godlight) (feng0083) (ysh6896)!