In fact, Huaxi Village is located relatively far north of the entire Shengchao Dynasty, so there are three or four months of snow in the cold winter every year.

If you go further south, you can hardly see snow in winter.

Even according to what others said, Su Qingluan felt that this level of cold could basically be compared to the temperature of the four seasons near Shanhaiguan in the previous life.

So she didn't understand, in such a cool climate, and willing to use salt, how could pickled bacon stink?

Sure enough, it was because the quality of the previous salt was not up to par, and how many impurities were there?

However, after Yang finished speaking, Su Qingluan knew what the problem was.

"Auntie, since we easily chose pork without water, why did we soak the pork in water?" Su Qingluan smiled bitterly, "This will make the meat rot." ”

"But if you don't soak in water, what will happen to the blood in it?"

Su Qingluan looked at the pork on hand: "Although it's not that fat, it's not much the same as pork belly." She looked up at Yang, "Auntie, don't worry, I naturally have a way." ”

As he spoke, he took out the knife, cut the excess pork he bought back into several large pieces according to the texture and area, and took the burning knife he got from Su Guangfu.

Yang waited for the jar of wine: "Isn't this your father's most precious altar of burning knives?" ”

Su Qingluan looked at his mother with a smile: "I told Daddy, if you give me this jar of wine, you won't be angry with him, and Daddy will give me this jar of wine." ”

Yang Shi was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and the corners of his mouth seemed to have an upward trend, but Shengsheng was suppressed by her: "Now that I know that I am afraid that I will be angry, what did I do earlier?" ”

Although he was still saying unforgiving words, his voice was obviously lowered, and his tone was not so angry, and he was obviously not so angry.

Su Qingluanxin said: A-Niang, you just have a knife mouth and a tofu heart, the whole is a tsundere!

Of course, she didn't have the courage to say what she said about her mother.

She turned her head to look at the Yang family, who was busy eating, and asked, "A-Niang, how long will it take to eat?" ”

"Probably less than half an hour." Yang said, putting aside the whipped meat filling and began to chop the vegetables.

Su Qingluan counted the time in her heart, and asked again: "A-Niang, how long will you use this stove eye next to you?" ”

"That pot of steamed cakes is out of the pot, and you don't need it," Yang turned around and asked, "Are you going to make that pork?" ”

"I'm going to stir-fry."

Su Qingluan said, putting the cut pieces of meat into a basin of appropriate size, and repeatedly smearing the roast knife on each piece, and constantly kneading, every wrinkle and every inch of every corner of every piece of pork.

In this way, each piece of meat was rubbed back and forth several times, and when Su Qingluan felt that his hands were wrinkled by the wine, and his brain was also fumigated by the wine, he finally finished "rubbing the wine" of all the pork, and Su Qingluan transferred the meat to the bamboo pole outside.

The bamboo poles are very simple, but the two bamboo poles are placed in the yard with hemp rope and are often used to dry pickles or salted fish.

In order to prevent the smell of fish, Su Qingluan deliberately wiped it several times with a burning knife. When the alcohol on it has evaporated, the pork after the previous "rubbing" is dried.

Fortunately, after Su Qingluan changed the knife, these pieces of meat were all in the form of long strips, and Su Qingluan didn't need to wear them further, just put them on the bamboo pole.

The pork that has been "rubbed" for half a day has dissipated the unique fishy smell of most of the pork, exuding a faint aroma of wine.

And in the basin where the pork was originally placed, there was a lot of blood rubbed out by alcohol. Even under the bamboo poles where the pork was dried, bits and pieces of dark red "water droplets" soon accumulated.

Su Qingluan took out his "frying pan" that he hadn't used much for a long time, took it out of the big bag of salt he had bought before with a dustpan, and poured it in the center of the pan.

Suddenly, a small "hill" rose in the center of the pan.

On the other side, Yang Shi turned around when he heard the movement, and was immediately startled: "So much salt?!" "It looks like you don't have ten pounds, you have to have at least six or seven pounds!

Su Qingluan nodded: "If you want to marinate meat, salt is indispensable." ”

Yang was a little distressed about such a "lavish" way of using salt, but thinking that there was no shortage of money to buy salt at home, and thinking that most of the money was earned by the eldest daughter in front of him, he felt that the eldest daughter was happy - anyway, the money was basically earned by her, as long as she didn't do something hurtful, how to use the money.

As long as she's happy.

Thinking like this, Yang's originally frowning brows relaxed: "Since you have a plan, my mother will listen to you." ”

Su Qingluan nodded with a smile, added star anise, peppercorns, bay leaves, cinnamon and other spices to the salt, and when the pot of steamed cakes came out of the pot, she lowered her head and pressed the air outlet down, and pulled out two firewood that had not had time to burn, and pressed the fire in the stove to the smallest as much as possible.

Then, she began to carefully turn the salt-wrapped spices with a shovel, first slowly stir-frying the salt along the bottom upwards.

Su Qingluan stir-fried very finely, and he was also very careful. She kept an eye on the state of the salt, and the stir-frying action in her hands was neither fast nor slow, it was very even, until the color of the salt gradually changed from snow white to a little yellow, then she lowered her head and pulled down the vent completely, extinguishing the fire in the stove.

The salt that had just been overloaded was even hotter than boiling water, and Su Qingluan had no intention of contacting any magic skills such as iron sand palms, so he obediently put the "frying pan" on the stove and didn't dare to move.

Su Qingluan turned around and went to the bowl of noodles again to look at the pork strips drying in the shade: although the alcohol volatilized very quickly, the pork seeped into the meat when it was rubbed, causing blood to seep out of the meat.

In this way, the pork is not easy to "dry".

At this time, the Yang family also stopped preparing for the meal and beckoned Su Qingluan to eat.

Su Qingluan thought that the pork would have to be dried for a while anyway, so the family went to the yard to enjoy the cool and eat.

Probably aware that Yang's anger had disappeared a lot, Su Xuanhe and Su Xueyan gradually switched to the "twitter" link after the initial silent eating mode.

"Sister, sister," Su Xueyan's little girl pulled Su Qingluan's sleeve and shook it back and forth, "Why are you hanging all that pork in the yard?" Can't you eat it directly? ”

"Well...... This will keep your food for a longer period of time. Su Qingluan thought about it, and told the child in a simple way what the so-called "cured meat" was.

The two children listened half-understandingly, Su Qingluan simply bought Guanzi, "After a while, you will know what's going on!" ”