The ducks collected by the Song family, except for a batch sent to the county and taken to the town, the rest were frozen.

Shiro has been eating duck for the past two days, and his mouth is full of oil.

Two at noon and two at night.

The living standard of the Song family has improved linearly.

"Sister, don't sell the ducks." Shiro discussed, "Our family can eat four in a day, and more than a hundred in a month." ”

"Two for the town in one day, and four for the county," Shiro counted with his fingers, "Sister, it's just enough." ”

Hehe!

Song Qingyuan rolled his eyes.

"If you eat it any more, you'll be a duck." Song Qingyuan turned around and cleaned the newly beaten hook.

The oven is covered and dried.

Now she's going to experiment with roast duck.

Song Qingyuan picked up the kitchen knife and chopped off the duck paw and duck tongue first.

Then fill the knife edge with water and wash it repeatedly.

After cleaning, hang the duck's neck on the hook, blanch the skin with boiling water, and pour the duck body with sugar water.

Finally, put the boiling water, add the homemade marinade, and pour it into the duck.

The hook is hung in the oven and the lid is buckled.

"Shiro started to make a fire." Song Qingyuan commanded.

Shiro immediately took the paper and started the fire, adding pieces of wood to the bottom of the oven.

"Sister, will it taste good when you do this?" Shiro licked his lips, in fact, it was enough for him to eat duck, and he didn't need to eat roast duck.

"It should be, maybe," Song Qingyuan shook his head.

Who knows!

Half an hour later.

"Sister, is it good?" Shiro asked.

"I'll take a look" Song Qingyuan called Liu Laogen, put on thick cotton gloves, and opened the lid.

Song Qingyuan took the skewer and pricked it, and blood flowed out.

"No, it's not cooked yet!"

Another quarter of an hour passed, uncooked!

It is not cooked until it has been roasted for an hour and then taken out again.

But in some places, it was scorched.

Song Qingyuan took a breath and didn't sigh yet.

I heard Shiro sigh lowly, and spread his little fat hand, "Sister, failed." ”

"Huh"

was interrupted like this, and Song Qingyuan forgot to sigh.

I started to study it again.

"Sister, me"

"Shiro, someone is looking for you!" Before Shiro finished speaking, he was interrupted by Song Qingmo's shout.

"Who's looking for me?" Shiro ran over and asked.

Song Qingmo's finger pointed towards the door.

Shiro looked over and saw a middle-aged man standing at the door.

"Dare to ask, but Young Master Song Huai'an?" The man asked.

Master?

Shiro straightened his chest, "It's me!" ”

"This is from our young lady." The man handed over a box.

Shiro opened it and saw that there was a letter inside, as well as a few red, red, green, and green beads.

"Your young lady is Gu Panpan, right?" Shiro said.

"Yes." The man nodded.

"Wait a minute! I'll give her a salute in return," Shiro reflexively ran back.

As soon as he ran two steps, Shiro's feet stopped.

reacted violently, he didn't know what to send!

After repeated experiments, Song Qingyuan's roast duck was finally baked.

After the family ate, they all applauded.

At this time, the roast duck shop was also settled.

It is a shop in front of the market, the place is not big, but the front door is spacious enough, it used to be a small restaurant, and the business is not good, so it is closed.

Song Qingyuan wanted to spend money to buy it, but the boss disagreed, so he had to use the rented one, and the contract was still one year.

The rent is also relatively cheap, only ten taels.

After that, Song Chengli, Liu Laogen, and the villagers quickly went to build an oven.

One on the left and one on the left and one on the left and right sides of the restaurant.

Each can roast eight ducks at a time.

That's sixteen in total.

There is a barbecue over there, a bolt here, and two other Erlang's younger brothers, who were sent to learn roast duck, and in the future, the roast duck in Qingshi Town will be in charge of the plug.

"Every two quarters of an hour, turn it over, remember?" Song Qingyuan asked.

"Remember!" The two nodded.

"Then you do it again, I'll see." Song Qingyuan Road.

Night falls.

Song Qingyuan taught over and over again, mentioned the key points over and over again, and the roast duck learning of the three of them was finally preliminarily completed, and the next thing was that practice makes perfect.

In the blink of an eye, on the twenty-fifth day of the lunar month, the production of fur and woolen products has come to an end, and a batch of duvets has been completed and sent to the county for sale.

There are only a few days left until the Chinese New Year.

Song Qingyuan decided to give a Boxing gift to the employees.

Erlang, Liu Laogen, and Song Chengli drove the ox cart together and went to Xiaxi Village.

All the pigs that were fostered in Xiaxi Village were brought back.

Fourteen heads in total.

Song Qingyuan has four heads (one head is given to the pillar), and Shilang has ten heads.

"Yuan'er, do you want to kill them all?" Jiro asked.

Song Qingyuan thought for a while, "Kill them all!" ”

The four heads pulled back, plus the remaining three heads from before, made her a total of seven.

She had a lot of servants and a lot of rituals.

Besides, if you raise it to this extent, there is no point in raising it any longer.

"What about yours?" Song Qingyuan asked back.

Erlang smiled, "Kill all of mine, give my little brothers a prosperous year." ”

Dether!

Song Qingyuan glanced at him, "After killing, give your grandmother's family a head, and let your grandmother's family also have a year of killing pigs." ”

The Li family did not raise pigs, and if they didn't send them over, the Li family would definitely not be willing to spend money to buy pigs to kill.

"Okay!" Erlang nodded happily, "Set aside a good one, and save them from looking for someone to kill, and after the festival is delivered, I will send it to my grandmother's family." Our family also set aside a head. ”

"And those who do the feast, set aside."

"Three-headed almost, right?" Jiro calculated.

"Enough!" Song Qingyuan nodded.

Erlang said, "You send the rest first, and I'll come back after you send it." ”

"Thank you, second brother!" Song Qingyuan understood that Erlang meant to use it for her first, and then stay for her little brother to give a festival gift.

After the two discussed, Erlang went to the town to invite Butcher Zhang.

Hearing that there were many pigs killed this time, Butcher Zhang rushed over with helpers non-stop.

Arrived to take a look.

Boy!

The Song family actually wanted to kill more than a dozen pigs!

Butcher Zhang was shocked.

"W-Do you kill all this?" Butcher Zhang asked.

Jiro pursed his lips, "Let's kill and see!" ”

Kill and watch?

Here are a few meanings!

Zhang Butcher is messy.

Holding the pig-killing knife, he said cautiously, "Then I'll start?" ”

"Hmm!" Jiro nodded.

Hand up and knife down.

A pig is dead.

Zhang butcher and helper dealt with it quickly.

After it was over, Butcher Zhang's gaze swept to the second one.

At this time, Song Chengyi and a group of people brought by the Li family came to the Song family's mansion.

Song Chengyi and his group stood on the left, and Li and his group stood on the right, each carrying a big basket in their hands.

It looks well organized.

Song Qingyuan nodded with satisfaction and said, "All the hired workers have ten catties of meat, and the team leader has twenty catties." ”

When the words fell, Song Chengli and Liu Laogen carried a foot of pork and chopped it up.

Butcher Zhang knew that this was the case.

It turned out to be a Boxing gift to a hired worker.

Ten catties and twenty catties of pork as a ritual, not to mention, this Song family is really rich.

Immediately after that, the second, the third.

Song Qingrong, Song Qingmo, and Zhou are responsible for receiving pig blood, and Ye's and Lao Gen's daughter-in-law clean the large intestine, fat intestine and small intestine. Pig blood is then poured into the small intestine.

Finally, it is made into blood sausage.

Until the pork of the first group of people was all distributed, Da Lang and San Lang went next door and moved out a basket of bean sprouts.

Also, what?

Butcher Zhang was shocked.