How can you kill a pig without eating shaved pig soup, even if it was a spicy and unhappy city in Lu Zhe's previous life, every winter, many people will call three or five friends, go to the countryside, or a relative's house, or a farmhouse, kill a pig, and eat a pot of steaming shaved pig soup, which can warm up the whole winter.

When the families were dividing the meat in Meizizi, Lu Zhe had already made shaved pork soup. As soon as the hasty idea was told to Lin Jiang and the others, several women nodded in agreement.

That's it, the meat is being divided over there, and Lu Zhe is busy with a group of women and children.

As early as the time of the previous pan fire kang, these women have been accustomed to making a big pot of rice, and now I heard that Zhewazi wants to do what "shaved pig soup", although the women do not know what to do, but there are mushroom picking, pan fire kang, grinding soybean milk, raw bean sprouts and making tofu experience, the women in the village, for Lu Zhe, a child of the fairy family who is full of vitality, there is a kind of mysterious trust, as soon as he proposed, several women did not ask much, and began to get busy. The firewood of the firewood, the washing of the pot, the handling of the ingredients, the processing of the ingredients, everyone seems to be used to listening to Lu Zhe's orders.

There are two large stoves in the center of the village, one of which sets up a large pot in which the millet brought by each family is steamed.

Another bite, which is boiling lard at the moment. Thick slices of fat and a little water meet at the bottom of the pot, and Tetsu is slowly boiling the fat of the wild boar over low heat.

The clay pot is easy to burst when it is fired, and it is easy to break when cold water is suddenly added in the high temperature, and if you want to boil lard, only the most arsonous iron in the village can control the fire. The last time he burned bricks, Tie San's precise fire control technique made Lu Zhe a little surprised, and after inquiring privately, it turned out that Tie San belonged to a branch of the mountain gate called Zhurongmen, specializing in all kinds of flames.

With Tie San, Lu Zhe can finally try to boil lard.

Although the people of this era lit the lamp and ate animal oil, but the boiling of animal oil is generally made in a stone pot or a copper pot. It is only during the busy farming season that a little bit is carefully put on when cooking.

With the boiling of lard, the fragrant oil residue was also boiled out, Lu Zhe fished out the oil residue, and if he fed the chicks, he handed it to the mouths of the children gathered around the stove.

"It smells so good." The fragrant and crispy oil residue burst in the mouth, and a unique delicacy of oil flowed in the mouth, although the little ones grinned their teeth, but the little ones still ate with their eyebrows and smiles, and their eyes stared at the bowl containing the oil residue, looking forward to dividing a small piece.

The fragrance of the oil residue was so fragrant that several adults couldn't help but stare at the oil residue, and handed over the bowl casually, a small bowl of oil residue passed around in the crowd, and soon, a small bowl of oil residue was carved up, and the little Zhengtai of the shadow family was still licking the bowl with a reluctant face.

The lard was boiled, the excess fat was scooped out and put in the jar, and Lu Zhe's family finally had new lard. There was still a lot of oil in the pot, and at this time, Lu Zhe threw a large amount of ginger and garlic that had been prepared a long time ago into the pot.

Thorn - ginger and garlic put into the pot, immediately burst out of a fragrance, Lu Zhe carefully stir-fried with a wooden spatula, and then, he let Tie San extinguish the fire and let the clay pot rest for a while.

"You don't have to be so careful, a certain guarantee, add water at this time, and it will definitely not crack." Tie San seemed to sense Lu Zhe's thoughts, and said to Lu Zhe with a smile.

"Since Uncle Tie San is so confident, Zhe is too careful." Lu Zhe didn't dare to underestimate these people in the mountain gate, these ancients still had a lot of secret techniques, and when they burned bricks before, the two potions provided by Liu Chang, Tiesan's precise fire control technique, helped a lot.

It has always been Lu Zhe's advantage to be good as a stream, the huge clay pot was filled with water, the bones of the barrel with meat were cut into two pieces, and thrown into the pot, Tie San threw in a few pieces of firewood seemingly at random, and then took a deep breath, blew hard, boom - a huge flame burned in the stove.

After the water in the pot boiled, Lu Zhe asked Tie San to help reduce the fire, and put in a lot of washed dried pine mushrooms by the way. If the dried pine mushrooms are directly put into the pot, the fragrance of the mushrooms can be better integrated into the soup, and the mushrooms can also absorb the gravy and make it more delicious (dried mushrooms are fresher than fresh mushrooms, and dried mushrooms do not need to be soaked and washed and put into the pot to stew chicken or something, which is extremely fragrant, this is what the father who has been wild for most of his life told the crane, readers can try it).

The pig blood left when killing the pig, Lu Zhe had already put salt and water, and the pig blood had already coagulated, and in the surprised eyes of everyone, Lu Zhe used a knife to cut the pig blood into small pieces.

It's a pity that there are no peppercorns. Lu Zhe shook his head, and asked for pepper water and salt to coagulate pig blood. Unexpectedly, there was no pepper, and it was successful, Lu Zhe couldn't help but shout lucky.

The barrel bone broth in the pot was boiled for about forty minutes on medium heat, and the soup in the clay pot had tended to be milky white, and Lu Zhe opened the wooden lid on the clay pot. A scent of aroma hits the face.

"Bean sprouts, fat sausages!" Lu Zhe yelled. The women of each family have already contributed a lot of their own bean sprouts, and the washed fat intestines have been cut into sections and salted, and the freshly cut pig's blood has been poured into the pot in one go.

Cover the pot and burn it for about 20 minutes, as soon as you open the lid, a rich aroma spreads in the air, and you can see the red pig's blood and crystal bean sprouts in the pot. The brown mushrooms were mixed with the milky bone broth, and everyone gathered around them shouted hello in unison. A lot of people are secretly sucking saliva.

"Tetsuro-kun. This is shaved pork soup? It's very fragrant. Duan Dali next to him asked, and the person next to him also nodded subconsciously.

"There is also the best process, and everyone will wait for less." The corners of Lu Zhe's mouth rose slightly, this is conquered, I haven't started drugged (crossed out) cooking yet, and you won't explode your clothes when the time comes?

The lean meat, which the ancients did not like to eat, was sliced into large, thin slices of meat, marinated with salt and fine ginger shreds. The main knife was the Ying Lu of the Ying family, and he actually used a dagger to slice all the more than three catties of lean meat into thin slices in fifteen minutes, Lu Zhe couldn't help but wonder if this uncle surnamed Ying was called New Oriental in his own mountain gate.

The pork liver was soaked in hot water for half an hour, and after the blood stains were removed, it was also marinated with salt and shredded ginger and cut into thin slices.

At this time, the milky white bone broth in the pot kept boiling, and the moment the thin slices of meat and pork liver were put into the pot, they immediately rolled up.

I have to say that Shadow Heron's knife skills are really good. Without starch starch, the meat slices and pork liver were cut very thinly, and they were cooked as soon as they were boiled in the pot, Lu Zhe quickly added a lot of salt to the pot, and put a lot of chopped green onions and coriander.

Coriander in this world is a medicinal herb, and if you can get coriander, you have to thank Elder Ghost here...... Daughter Deng Ghost kindly provided. She had almost scavenged all the coriander she and her father's had grown in their homes, and she didn't know if the ghost elder would scold her if he found out.

Eat it. The moment he put down the chopped green onion and coriander, Lu Zhe asked Third Uncle Tie to make the fire into a small fire, and then said to everyone.

The crowd couldn't wait for a long time, and almost rushed up.

"This shaved pork soup is very delicious!" He took a bite of the pig's blood, which was tender and delicious, and he was quite satisfied. As an elder in the village, Elder Deng was the first to get a bowl of shaved pork soup full of dry goods. The milky white soup exudes a strong aroma, the brown mushrooms and pig blood absorb the lard and pork bones, and the soup is more delicious than the meat, the bean sprouts are refreshing, the white meat slices and brown pork liver, sprinkled with green green onions and coriander, the aroma of meat and coriander and the grain aroma of yellow and clear millet are mixed together, which is enough to make people salivate.

"This pig's blood is also a delicacy." Elder Deng sat in front of his kang table, picked up a thin slice of meat, put it in his mouth, and drank a sip of the fragrant, salty, fresh and mellow broth.

The same scene happened in every household in the village, and the meals of the elders and elders were delivered to their homes, and at this time, the open space in the center of the village had become a sea of joy.

It was already dark, and in the open space in the middle of the village, I don't know who lit a few torches and illuminated the open space. A huge cauldron, under which is burning firewood, the milky white soup is still boiling, people are holding bowls, around the big stove, regardless of men and women, young and old, eating, laughing, making noise, eating happily, occasionally roaring two voices I don't know where to learn the slang of mountain songs, it is really lively.

"Ah Zhe, Ah Zhe, this is shaved pork soup is really delicious, my brother, it's really good. I'm amazing. Duan Ergou was holding a big bowl of millet rice, which was full of sliced meat, fat intestines, bean sprouts, and pork liver, happily shaving the food. A look like my brother is awesome.

'Brother, Yun Niang still wants that pork liver. Little Lori ate her face full of oil, and even her hair was a little oily, like a little flower cat, she still held the bowl high and asked her brother to scoop pork liver for her.

"I want it too, that fat intestine." "Brother Lu, the little lady wants to eat pig's blood." A few small beans in the village shouted.

"Good, good, it's all there." Lu Zhe satisfied the little ones one by one, and Lu Zhe also felt very happy when he saw the children in the village eating and smiling.

After eating a bowl of rice, Lu Zhe fished out the big bones, Lu Zhe began to suck the bone marrow, the delicious bone marrow was sucked into his mouth, and Lu Zhe was so happy that his eyes narrowed.

On the side of the clearing, the men in the village had already begun to pull their throats and start singing, while the women quietly pulled Lu Zhe aside and asked him about the method of shaving pig soup and pig blood, which was also extremely simple, and Lu Zhe also told them one by one.

This meal of shaved pig soup, from the sky is getting dark to eat in the middle of the moon, a large pot of shaved pig soup and a large pot of millet rice, everyone eats cleanly, everyone can not hold on, but the spirit is excellent, many women have said, wait until the New Day sacrifice to the sky, the whole village out of rice, meat and vegetables, and then make such a meal, has been unanimously recognized by everyone.

Looking at such a happy villager, Lu Zhe also felt cordial and comfortable, took the initiative to integrate into the happy crowd, and even sang a few popular songs from later generations.

In the cold winter night, in the small mountain village, a group of people gathered in front of the fiery stove, eating, drinking, laughing and making trouble, a pot of shaved pig soup, for a group of people in the mountain gate who are struggling to survive in the mountains, it is the taste of making them feel happy throughout the winter.