As he spoke, Xie Lizheng gradually frowned, "But on this hot day, if there is less salt in the meat, it won't be left tomorrow at all." ”

"How much salt is needed, I will immediately arrange for someone to go into the city to buy it."

Leng Yuan, who had a very low sense of existence, suddenly spoke.

Sheri was overjoyed when he heard this.

Leng Yuan immediately arranged for someone to go into the city to buy salt.

"Don't rush into the city to buy salt just yet." Mu Ling hurriedly said: "There is an ice cellar under my house, which is just used to store fresh wild boar. ”

Xie Li was hearing a pair of old eyes, "There is an ice cellar under your house?" ”

Leng Yuan couldn't help but glance at Mu Ling, there was actually an ice cellar under the palm-sized courtyard? It's really a sparrow, although small, it has all kinds of organs.

Under Mu Ling's courtyard, there was originally only an ordinary cellar. She planned to use it to chill her daily vegetables in the future, so she asked Ai Zhi to speed up the ice cellar. The ice in the ice cellar was only moved in last night. Unexpectedly, it will come in handy now.

"Hmmm! It's not too small! Mu Ling nodded heavily at Xie Lizheng, "However, even if you want to store the fresh meat in the ice cellar, you can't put it in directly." Instead, it needs to be processed simply. ”

"What needs to be done, Da Bao Niang said."

"There are a few things that you really need to prepare." For example: high liquor, peanut oil, plastic wrap - this is replaced by thin oiled paper. After thinking about it for a while, Mu Ling smiled: "However, I'll prepare these things, and Grandpa Lizheng will ask people to get more mats." ”

Leng Yuan couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure you don't need salt?" ”

"Not really." After Mu Ling said to Leng Yuan in a warm voice, he said to Xie Lizheng: "Trouble Grandpa Lizheng to go and talk to the aunts who handle the wild boar, cut all the fresh wild boar meat into about this length, this is thick." ”

Mu Ling gestured with her hands in front of Xie Lizheng for a long time, and it wasn't until he nodded that she understood, and then she solemnly explained, "Remember, all fresh meat is not washed with water." ”

When Sheri heard it, this was a big deal! Immediately went to the village women who dealt with the wild boars and solemnly confessed.

Mu Ling glanced at Leng Yuan, who had been standing next to him, and supported his forehead, "Before the spring was dug up, there were a lot of trivial matters in the village, and I really didn't have time to accompany my husband..."

"It doesn't matter." Leng Yuan knew that Mu Ling was looking for an excuse to send him away again.

He's not as good as she wants!

Mu Ling saw that Leng Yuan still had no intention of leaving, and he had a headache.

After thinking about it, Leng Yuan, as a noble prince above tens of thousands of people under one person, suffered amnesia after being assassinated and injured two years ago, and fell asleep for a long time... Now that he has finally regained his memory and returned to King Zhang's Mansion, it is impossible to stay in Huajin Village all the time.

Maybe after a while, he will leave on his own.

I know it's not a big problem, hahahahaha.

Thinking like this, Mu Ling felt that Leng Yuan was a dispensable accessory. He is here, the flowers are blooming, the icing on the cake. He's not there, less accessories, more simple and comfortable.

Half an hour later.

There were nine tables under the camphor tree.

On the table lay stacks of oiled paper cut into ten inches square, plates of liquor next to each other, and plates of peanut oil next to each other.

In each wine tray and oil pan, there is a clean brown brush.

Baskets of wild boar, cut as required, were brought to the table.

Leng Yuan lay on the rocking chair not far from the table, squinting his eyes, facing the refreshing autumn breeze, swaying leisurely.

Mu Ling stood in front of the table full of fresh meat, wine plates, and oil plates, and she took out a piece of fresh wild boar meat of about a pound in her hand, and explained while operating:

"First, use a brown brush dipped in white wine to carefully brush the whole piece of meat."

"Then use an oil-soaked brown brush to carefully brush the whole piece of meat."

"Then take a piece of oiled paper, like this, and wrap the meat carefully and tightly wrap it."

"Finally, tie it up with mat grass and tie it tightly."

"You must be wondering why you have to brush the fresh meat with wine and oil before putting it in the ice cellar, and wrap it in oiled paper, right?"

The village women nodded frequently, they really didn't understand why they were doing this.

But when Mu Ling asked for it, they did it.

Leng Yuan, who was lying on a rocking chair not far away, heard Mu Ling ask the village women like this, knowing that she would definitely say the answer, he immediately pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

Really!

Mu Ling gave the answer to the village women.

"Baijiu can block bacteria that we can't see with the naked eye..., bacteria are bad things that are easy to spoil fresh meat."

"The oil layer locks in the moisture in the fresh meat."

"Sealing the fresh meat with oiled paper is to prevent the outer layer of oil from frosting, which can breed bacteria and cause the fresh meat to spoil and deteriorate."

"The fresh meat preserved in this way, even if it is taken out and eaten after a year and a half, the meat quality and taste are not much different from the meat slaughtered on the same day."

Mu Ling's explanation, not to mention that the village woman who only knew about the things by the stream in the village had her eyes shining when she heard it, and even the well-informed Leng Yuan was secretly moved when she heard it: After returning home, she must let her subordinates test it as soon as possible. I hope this method is really as magical as this woman said.

When Mu Ling and a group of village women carefully preserved the fresh meat and sent it to the ice cellar at the bottom of the courtyard to be frozen, the village women who were in charge of cooking at the well in the west of the village had already prepared all the labor's meals.

When it's dark, digging wells, digging ditches... All workers call it a day on time.

After a bang, it was time for the laborers to eat.

Countless torches lit up around the camphor tree instantly illuminated the large open space as bright as day.

Although there were more than 600 diners in the evening, everything under the camphor tree in the west of the village, as at noon, was filled with food on a slick table, each corresponding to a straight fence passage.

The laborers took the rice bowl and lined up in an orderly manner to receive the meal.

In the past, Mu Ling used to go home and have dinner with his parents and babies every day.

However, today, when the day has come to this, Leng Yuan is still following her like a shadow.

If she goes home, Leng Yuan will definitely go home with her again.

When the time comes, it will definitely make Dabao unhappy again, and Daddy and Auntie are very restrained...

Just like noon, she first made a table of food for Leng Yuan, and then she lined up with the villagers to receive the meal, and then conducted taste research by the way.

Since the rice and braised pork are ready-made.

Mu Ling fried a few side dishes with his own hands and made a soup.

Bring the food into the room and set it up, and place two special lamps in the room.

The whole room is simple and bright.

"Stir-fried jade shoots, crispy fried tenderloin, spicy pork liver, braised lion's head, brine platter... Plus a dish of soup with three and the first. Mu Ling stood in front of the dining table and handed Leng Yuan chopsticks with both hands, "Master Leng Ye, please use it slowly." ”