Especially the Corps people, because they come from different places in the mainland, most of them still retain the living habits of local people. Most of the Corps women come from Anhui, Jiangsu, Hunan, Hebei and Sichuan. Therefore, their eating habits are closer to these places.
But there is a lot of meat here, so the meat-making aspect is integrated with some local practices in northern Xinjiang.
Because of the special production method of naan, the Corps did not make it, mainly because it was too troublesome. At that time, steamed buns and pancakes had already been eaten.
Erhong heard that he wanted to make naan, and his eyes were immediately filled with hope. Ye Yuze naturally couldn't hit others. Isn't it just greedy? How many women aren't greedy?
Aunt Amir lifted the basin next to the stove. Everyone must be surprised. Why are the stove still growing in this summer? No wonder, the shepherd's stove is on fire during the day. Because whenever there are guests, they have to serve fragrant milk tea at any time.
However, although there is a stove, there is a skylight on the top. In addition, there is wind on the grassland, so the yurt is not hot. If it is really hot, removing the felt under the yurt will be like a roof and no walls, which is very cool.
Making naan in yurts is different from the ones sold at gathering sites or on the streets. Because that kind of naan requires a naan pit.
When nomadic, there is no way to make a naan pit. The herdsmen came up with a good idea, which was to detain the two tuckers and bury them in the fire.
Tucker is a cast iron pan similar to the kind we used to use, which is very thick. Such a pan will not bake the dough inside even if it is buried in the fire.
Erhong watched with great enthusiasm as Aunt Amir dug a hole on the ground. She threw a few lumps of cow dung into it and lit it, then put the noodles into Tucker, and pressed the noodles into a thin pancake in the middle with his hands.
The middle of the cake was poked into countless small pits, and it is said that what was made in this way would be very crisp. But at this time Erhong's face was wrinkled like bitter gourd, because Aunt Amir took the cow dung and did not wash her hands.
After finishing the noodles, Aunt Amir put a few more pieces of cow dung and placed Tucker on it. She picked up some cow dung and lit it on it. In this way, Tucker was buried in the cow dung pile and started to burn. It was burnt until Tucker was buried in the burned cow dung pile. Aunt Amir straightened up and went to stew the meat.
Erhong put his mouth to Ye Yuze's ear and asked, "Can you eat something made like this? Is it smelly?"
Ye Yuze didn't understand what she was asking for for a moment. He looked at her in confusion.
Erhong glanced at Aunt Amir who walked into the yurt, pointed to the burning cow dung and asked, "Isn't burning cow dung smelly? Don't you wash your hands?"
"Did you smell the stinking?" Seeing Erhong shook his head, Ye Yuze explained seriously: "Do you know why the things in Northern Xinjiang are delicious? It's because cow dung is actually a kind of seasoning. The cows in Northern Xinjiang eat grass and traditional Chinese medicine. The feces themselves are a kind of seasoning and have medicinal effects."
Erhong blinked his big eyes twice: "Then why not put it in the pot and cook the meat?"
"It becomes smelly when it encounters water, and it becomes fragrant when it encounters fire. This is the characteristic of cow dung. Of course, this is limited to cows in northern borders. The mainland is not good, they eat everything." Ye Yuze continued to explain seriously.
Erhong said "Oh", always feeling something was wrong, but she was too lazy to think about it. When she was with Ye Yuze, she was always too lazy to keep her brains on her.
When the mutton was cooked, it was almost dark. Seeing that Uncle Amir had not come back yet, Ye Yuze helped his aunt drive the flock back into the circle.
Because she was close, Aunt Amir just shouted, and the head sheep led the flock back. The two sheepdogs drove away the sheep that were disobedient and left behind to continue eating grass.
Erhong looked at all this in surprise: "Yuze, why can Yang understand his aunt's words?"
Ye Yuze pointed to the obviously tall sheep in front of the flock and explained what the top sheep is and the rules of the flock.
Erhong suddenly realized: "Then I can also say that, I can also herd sheep. Feed the top sheep more delicious food and let it listen to me. If you raise a few more, I don't have to worry about it. Just open and close the door every day."
Ye Yuze was speechless, but nodded. He mainly explained things to the layman that you didn't understand.
Erhong lay on the grass: "That's a matter of time. When we get old in a few years, we will come here to buy a flock of sheep for grazing, but I have to learn how to ride a horse first."
Ye Yuze nodded and agreed. He was not perfunctory. Although he rarely kept himself busy over the years, he actually had a lot of trouble. Now that he thought about it, he had enough money, what's the point? It's better to raise a flock of sheep and lie down on the grass when he is tired.
Until dark, Uncle Amir didn't come back. Ye Yuze knew that he must have been drunk in someone else's yurt again.
While complaining, my aunt greeted the two of them for dinner. Erhong was very happy about eating mutton, but she kept keeping away from the naan burned from the cow dung.
My aunt took out a skin bag and said to Ye Yuze mysteriously: "Amir is not back. Aunt can't drink alcohol. You can drink it yourself. This is a good thing treasured by your uncle Amir. If the old thing is at home, I would probably be reluctant to give it to you."
Ye Yuze curiously opened the lid and sniffed it. There was a strong smell of Chinese herbal medicine inside. "Aunt, what are you soaking here?"
Aunt Amir looked at Erhong with a deep meaning: "Don't ask, just drink it, you'll know after drinking it."
Ye Yuze stopped talking nonsense, raised his skin and started drinking. After a sip, it was not strong enough to enter his mouth, but in a moment, a fire seemed to ignite in his lower abdomen. He suddenly understood what this was.
The K-Hs and Uyghur doctors in northern Xinjiang actually have their own unique features, especially some aspects. Just like they sometimes laugh at the Han people: "Hey, you can't do anything, you're only fifty years old. Look at us, you can still have babies at the age of eighty."
Although this has a certain relationship with the diet structure, it also has its relationship with their unique supplements, such as this wine.
Because there was no one to accompany you, it took less than an hour for the three of them to eat a meal. After the three of them talked for a while, Ye Yuze's drunkenness became a little awkward.
Aunt Amir smiled and laid a new bedding for them, then pulled a curtain, and told Ye Yuze: "The sheep jar as strong as a cow is used to give birth to a baby, so don't let her stay idle."
The two of them got into the quilt, and Erhong asked Ye Yuze what the sheep jar was? Ye Yuze vaguely said: "It's what my wife means."
Chapter completed!