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Chapter 159: Chili Red

Song Qiu took the time to visit it twice and felt relieved, so he went to work on his own.

In the past two days, Song Qiu, together with Lao Yuan and Zhang Lihua, collected all the red peppers from every household in the village for one penny per catty, and then went to Yuan's house to buy all the red peppers for one penny per catty. I got up and filled several wooden basins together.

I estimate it weighs around 400 pounds.

However, the ones from my family and the Zhang family were kept first because they were close to the convenience and could be picked at any time. They could also be hung on trees and raised.

Originally, red peppers were grown and harvested when they were rotten. How could they be sold for a penny per catty like green peppers? When Song Qiu went to pick them, no one asked for money.

But Song Qiu knew in her heart that this thing was for food, and it would be her exclusive secret recipe. If the raw materials were not paid for, it would be difficult to get them in the future, but it was only a penny per pound, so she gave it to her.

Everyone in the village was curious, why did she insist on giving money to buy red peppers that were not eaten and were only waiting to be harvested when they were rotten?

Old Yuan and Zhang Lihua were also very curious, but they already had blind confidence in Song Qiu, knowing that she would not mess around and would definitely do something good, so they did this.

On this day, Song Qiu retrieved the long-handled chopping knife from the town's blacksmith shop, invited old Deng and Miao to come with him, and began to work on it.

Four chopping knives and four large wooden basins were all washed clean and free of any oil.

I got up early and picked the cleaned pepper pedicles and let them dry for half a morning to dry out the water on the surface. I poured half of the pepper into a wooden basin. Song Qiu took a chopping knife and showed it to a few people.

This newly made chopping knife is very sharp. When it is chopped with one stroke, the peppers that fall are broken into two pieces.

With the clinking chopping, soon the peppers were gone.

Just use this knife, which is different from the kitchen knife you usually use, to chop the peppers into small pieces. This seems simple, and everyone soon understood it.

Of the four knives, Song Qiu took one, and the other three were divided among the old Yuan family, old Deng family, and Miao family.

Four people and four wooden basins started to work.

Song Qiu's pot was the first to be prepared. She poured the crushed peppers into the clean large wooden basin, then handed the chopper in her hand to Zhang Lihua to chop into the next pot.

She went to the yard to look at the two large pottery jars that had been cleaned and dried. She had spent a lot of money to buy them from the pottery kiln in the back of the town. She happened to come across such a big one. How many pots could it hold? One hundred pounds of bean paste, convenient.

After seeing the large pottery jar, which had been dried in the sun and could be filled at any time, Song Qiu entered the room where he slept.

There were too many people in the kitchen and it was difficult to spread out. Besides, she had to hide the Doubanjiang, so she did the most important process in her own room, which was just right.

Old Deng and the others just helped chop the peppers and didn't think of coming to find out what was going on, so Song Qiu felt relieved.

After entering the house, Song Qiu took out the moldy beans prepared a few days ago, estimated the amount of chili peppers, and calculated the amount of peppers according to one pound of moldy beans to match six pounds of peppers, and poured out about eighty pounds of moldy beans.

After about 300 kilograms of beans were made into moldy bean paste, less than half of it was reduced, and only about 200 kilograms were left.

Song Qiu thought that the doubanjiang for this trip was ready, and he might have to collect some red peppers from the nearby villages and buy some beans.

It won't be a problem to keep this bean paste for several years. She needs to make some more, otherwise she will have to wait until this time next year to make it. It will be a year. Her inn has opened, and this doubanjiang cannot be cut off.

Song Qiu thought about it in his mind, poured the moldy beans into the wooden basin, and then poured the white wine he had bought a long time ago into it, stirred it, and let the wine fully soak the moldy beans.

After doing this, Song Qiu went back to the stove house and saw that Old Yuan and the others had almost chopped the three pots. After waiting for a while, they poured them into the big wooden pot together. Song Qiu asked Zhang Lihua to help them carry them into his house.

inside.

At this time, the moldy Douban had been soaked in wine for more than a quarter of an hour. Song Qiu poured the beaten soy sauce into it, beating a lot. Now he poured it in, covering the moldy Douban.

Just right.

After soaking the moldy douban for another time, Song Qiu continued to go back to the kitchen to watch everyone chop the peppers, changing hands while letting everyone take turns to rest.

Soon, it was time to have lunch. Eat your lunch first and then continue your work.

Almost two hours passed before all the 480 kilograms of chili peppers were chopped into pieces.

Song Qiu saw that it was still dark and there were people in every village at this time, so he simply let her take a break and then took Zhang Lihua to other villages to collect red peppers.

Zhang Lihua can now drive a mule cart, so she just drives the nearest road without fear of not being able to catch up.

Lao Deng and Miao were tired after chopping peppers for so long. They didn't need their help in the following processes, so Song Qiu let them go back to rest.

After asking Lihua to help move the chopped chilies into the house, Song Qiulai began to work on his own.

Start with the first large pot of crushed chili peppers, add enough salt, then throw in a pack of Sichuan peppercorns, then throw in the minced ginger and minced garlic, and finally chop the soaked moldy bean paste into small pieces.

If it's too broken, pour it into a large wooden basin.

Then use a shovel to stir evenly in the wooden basin, and finally pour in the rapeseed oil.

Although soybean oil was a few cents cheaper, rapeseed oil was more fragrant, so Song Qiu spent a few cents more per catty to buy rapeseed oil.

Six pounds of chili peppers use almost two pounds of rapeseed oil. She spent a full four taels of silver on just this rapeseed oil!

Shopkeeper Wu was so "rich" at that time that she was shocked. I'm afraid she was thinking, this little girl has become so rich that everyone is willing to eat rapeseed oil. She bought so much at once, how much should she eat.

So it costs a lot of money to make this vat of bean paste.

After soaking in the rapeseed oil and stirring evenly, Song Qiu spent a lot of effort to move the two large pottery jars that were drying in the sun outside into the house.

Put all the mixed bean paste in the first pot, and then continue to make the remaining crushed chilies in the same way. In this way, the soaked moldy bean paste and rapeseed oil are not left, and these two large pottery jars

It's almost full.

Song Qiu stood at the mouth of the jar and smelled the inside. The fragrant smell rushed out, making her grin immediately.

Her doubanjiang!

Finally got it.

Song Qiu nodded, and then sealed the mouths of the two pottery jars with oiled paper. They would only let them sit for ten days and a half, and then they would take in the flavor, and then turn them out for cooking.

At that time, the inn probably hadn't been built yet anyway.

Song Qiu was busy with his work, and it was getting dark. At this moment, Lao Yuan and Zhang Lihua, who had only gone to Dazao Village across the street, also came back.

If it hadn't been dark, they would have planned to go to Stone Village. However, they didn't get all the picks from one village, so that's it. They told those who didn't get them to pick them tomorrow.

Just wait and they will pull it.

Song Qiu looked at the three baskets full of red peppers, estimated at two to three hundred kilograms, and nodded.


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