Xu Yin was busy for a whole day before she processed half of the wild boar, pickled pickles, sauce sauces, sausages filled with sausages, big sticks hanging broth, and pork ribs were also fried again, which could be stored for a few more days.

When Hu Ziniang brought her tofu, she had just finished frying the ribs, and the oil pot was still hot, just fried tofu bubbles.

Hu Ziniang was surprised: "Tofu can still be fried and eaten?" It tasted so good! ”

The tofu bubble just out of the pot is crispy and crispy, with a strong bean aroma, it is okay to eat it lightly, and it tastes better when dipped in chili sauce.

"It's just too much gas." Hu Ziniang glanced at the oil in the pot, and couldn't help but feel pain for Xu Yin, I am afraid that all the oil for a year is here.

Xu Yin said with a smile: "After frying, you can keep it for stir-frying, but it's not wasted." ”

She packed a few tofu bubbles for Hu Ziniang: "Take it back to stew meat to eat, it is guaranteed to be better than meat." ”

“……”

Hu Ziniang was skeptical.

Even if the tofu is fried in the oil pan, it is still tofu, how can it be better than meat?

It just so happens that there is meat at home, the wild boar meat that I just bought yesterday, according to the method taught to her by Meng Jin's daughter-in-law, first boil the cut wild boar meat once, blanch off the blood and foam, and then smear some oil at the bottom of the pot, fry the meat until it is browned on both sides, then put seasonings and water, and wait for the meat to stew until it is seven or eight mature, and then put the tofu bubble down and simmer over low heat.

When the lid was lifted, the head of her family was drawn into the kitchen.

"Daughter-in-law, what are you cooking?"

"Meng Jin's daughter-in-law taught me, and she also gave me a few fried tofu, stewed with meat, saying that it is even better than meat."

Huzi's father laughed: "Meng Jin's daughter-in-law is joking, right?" How can tofu be better than meat? ”

His family has been grinding tofu for so many years, and he has never heard of anyone's stewed tofu being better than meat.

If that's the case, his tofu stall will not be doing well!

Until the fried tofu stew was served on the table, out of curiosity, each person first sandwiched a fried tofu and tasted it, and their eyes instantly lit up:

"Hmm! It's really delicious! ”

"It's really no worse than meat!"

"This is how the stew will come in the future!"

"Boss, you said that our tofu stall sells this fried tofu, will the business be good?"

"Do you know how?"

"You know, Meng Jin's daughter-in-law blew it up in front of me, it's very simple!" Hu Ziniang said, "It's just that it costs oil, but it can be fried repeatedly, and it's not poured after a batch of frying." ”

Huzi's father tasted three fried tofu in a row, and when he went to clip the fourth, Huzi held down the chopsticks: "Dad, you are almost finished eating the whole bowl of meat tofu!" ”

He's only got one!

Daddy Huzi laughed: "Fried!" Our house will blow itself up tomorrow! The first pot we eat by ourselves! It's a pleasure to eat! ”

Since then, the Wang family's tofu stall, in addition to the old tofu at the brine point, has added a fresh soy product - fried tofu.

The price is much more expensive than tofu, after all, it has been fried in the oil pan, and it is stained with a lot of oil, and I heard that this fried tofu is stewed with meat, and the taste is better than meat.

The villagers of Dawa didn't believe it at first, but there happened to be some wild boar at home, so they weighed a few taels of fried tofu and stewed it once, and the result was naturally the same as Huzi's father and mother - they all fell in love with this fresh food.

Not only the locals of Dawa Village, but even people from other villages heard about it and came to Wang's house to buy fried tofu. If you can't afford meat, it's good to buy a few taels of fried tofu to satisfy your cravings.

Even if the Wang family doesn't pick it to sell in the town, its business is not bad every day.

When the villagers heard that the Wang family's fried tofu business was still the idea of Meng Jin's daughter-in-law, they were envious and turned Xiao Jiujiu in their hearts.

After returning home, let the children of the same age as the dog go to play with the dog and tell them: "If Meng Jin's daughter-in-law asks you to do something, you should be diligent!" ”

So, behind the dogdan trio, there are a few more little tails, what does the trio do for Xu Yin, and what do a few little tails rush to do.

Xu Yin doesn't need to go out to collect firewood and collect pigweed, every morning, there is always a pile of fresh pigweed and a pile of dry firewood at the door of her yard.

are still six or seven years old cubs, and the future generations are still the sunrise at four or five o'clock in the morning, the delicate flowers of the motherland, but now they get up early every day to help her work, can I be happy with it?

But no matter what she said, they still rushed to help her collect firewood, collect pigweed, and occasionally give her tender mushrooms, wild vegetables, and wild fruits.

Xu Yin saw that persuasion was useless, so she had to accept their hearts and ask for a breakfast as a reward.

Sometimes it's a wild onion egg cake, sometimes it's fish fillet porridge or multigrain porridge with small dried fish, and occasionally a small wonton is cooked for them.

Each person gets a small amount: a small triangle for egg cakes per person, and a small bowl of porridge or small wontons per person. The right should add a nutritious meal to the flowers of the motherland.

But Rao's food is enough to drive these children to work hard for her every day:

The firewood sent to her house can't be piled up;

The pigweed was eaten so that the two wild boar cubs grew straight and fat;

Fresh mushrooms and wild vegetables are kept every day.

After breakfast, I rushed to help her wash the dishes, wipe the table, and sweep the yard......

Xu Yin: "......"

They are all good boys with solid eyes!

At the same time, I am glad that there are only 50 households in Dawa Village, and all the children of the same age as Goudan add up to seven or eight, otherwise, the children who come to her house for breakfast every day can form a kindergarten.

In any case, having these children help her collect firewood and collect pigweed, which really saved her a lot of time.

All she has to do is take care of the vegetable garden, clean the pigsty, and feed the wild boar cubs.

With the bonus of Linghu water, the two little wild boars eat and drink well in her house, and so far they have not been seen to think of "escaping".

I don't have the heart to run now, I guess the more I go back, the less I can run, and by the end of the year, it will become her family's reserve meat!

When the sun came out, she put two horse stools in the yard, spread bamboo curtains, and took out the things to dry.

After eating clean pig bones, they are dried in the sun and crushed into powder, but this cannot be applied as fertilizer immediately, and must be fermented first.

But the containers she can use on the surface are very limited, and the clay jars are generally used to store grain or boil water and pickle vegetables.

So, she set her sights on the latrine next to the pigsty.

The latrine is connected to an open manure pit.

After the old Cui family moved out of the old house, the manure pit was also cleaned and has been idle ever since.

After Xu Yin moved in, she was busy repairing the house and weaving bamboo to make money, and she didn't have time to renovate the latrine.

It's time to fix the manure pit!

She took the time to go up the mountain and carried two large and relatively square rocks down in succession.

On the second trip, I met a few villagers who took a shortcut to work in the mountains, and while feeling her strength, she asked curiously: "Daughter-in-law Meng Jin, what are you carrying such a big stone for?" ”

"Oh, I think it's the right size, take it back and build a manure pit, the open manure pit is too smelly!"

“……”

But the manure pit is covered, how can you scoop manure and fertilize it?

Is it possible that you have to put a lot of effort into lifting the stone every time? Scoop the fertilizer and then cover it back?

The villagers shook their heads, such a troublesome thing, and Meng Jin's daughter-in-law, who was as strong as an ox, could think of it and was willing to do it.

(End of chapter)