When I got home, I chopped up a lot of pig grass and fed it to the pigs. Then I opened the door of the chicken coop and let the chickens out for a walk to catch insects.
After breakfast, he still put on the chili skewers. Song Qiu looked at the moldy douban, touched the heat, turned them over one by one, and then put on the mold. It is estimated that it will be fine in two days.
In the afternoon, he went to Sun Datie's house to get their taro stalks back. Song Qiu looked at the many taro stalks and red chili peppers and started doing them as he said.
In this age where there is no white vinegar, well, she is going to use the most primitive method to make their unique Southwestern flavor pickle jar to see if she can make it.
She hasn't used this old method for a long time, and to be honest, she's a little tired.
Recalling the way his grandma used to make kimchi jars when he was a child, Song Qiu first took out a large jar, cleaned it, and poured it in the yard to dry.
Then move all the taro poles to the pressurized water well, clean them root by root, and wash them out in a large wooden basin that is absolutely clean and has no oil on them.
After washing the sediment, fold it into sections and put them in a large dustpan to dry the water.
Then I washed the red peppers in two large dustpans and dried them in the same way.
Old Yuan saw that she was trying to make something strange again, including a taro stick, a big vat, and some chili peppers. She didn't understand, so she didn't ask too many questions. Her granddaughter's brain was very good at controlling her, and she could always make something she had never seen before.
She was not surprised when something came from her.
Don’t ask too many questions, just ask yourself what you want to help with.
Old Mrs. Deng was originally curious, but thinking about what kind of food was being sold for money, she wisely played with her grandson in the room and did not come here.
Seeing that her mother-in-law couldn't get there, Mrs. Miao moved her sewing basket to do needlework and stopped caring about it.
Zhang Lihua, on the other hand, is working with Song Qiu, and she has to help out at the Song family every day.
Song Qiu was not on guard against her. When Old Yuan asked, he asked them to peel the garlic. The more they could peel, the better.
I went back to the kitchen house and washed the big pot over and over again to make sure that there was no oil left at all, and then I lit a fire and started boiling water.
After boiling the first pot of water, we didn't need it. We washed the pot as usual, and then added water to boil. The boiled water was put into a clean large wooden barrel and set aside to cool down.
I boiled three pots of water in succession, pretending to cool them all, and then put them out.
I came out and took out the old ginger stored at home and cleaned it. I saw that Lao Yuan and the other three had also peeled out a lot of garlic. They nodded and went to look at the big vat again. The inside of the big vat had dried out after being left there for so long.
After preparing the white wine, salt, pepper and sugar, Song Qiu rolled up his sleeves and started to prepare the jar.
Stand up the big drying vat and carry it into the house so that it won't be too heavy to move when it's up.
After entering the house, I first put the peeled garlic and old ginger into the jar. There was enough garlic for a small dustpan, and it only covered the bottom. The jar used to hold bean paste was quite big.
Then put in a handful of peppercorns, white wine, sugar and salt. The other things should be put in appropriate amounts. Just estimate the size of the jar, but pay special attention to the amount of salt.
There is no white vinegar here, so it relies on salt to make things, so the salt cannot be missing.
Old Yuan felt panicked when he saw so much salt and people putting it in for free. He was even more curious about what this was going to do.
What about stir-fry? All the condiments are put in it.
After putting these away, Song Qiu asked Zhang Lihua to help carry the cold boiling water. He poured it into two buckets first, so that the jar was less than half full. Then he used a long washed stick to stir it evenly.
Now put all the dried taro stalks into the jar.
As soon as so many taro stalks were put in, the inside started to swell, and the small half tank became a large half tank. Then a lot of red peppers were poured in, and it was almost full.
Song Qiu saw that the peppers were not completely submerged, so he poured the remaining bucket of cold water into it, which was quite a mouthful.
Then the mouth was sealed with oil paper, and finally the lid of the jar was put on.
Song Qiu clapped his hands, looked at the big vat, and smiled with satisfaction.
It will only take more than half a month to see whether the kimchi jar can be lifted out.
She didn't get any oil on her during the whole process, and she didn't add too much salt, so she should be fine.
According to the older generation, this girl who is not good at kimchi jars has stinky hands.
Her hands don't stink.
Song Qiu grinned happily. Old Yuan didn't understand the whole process. He couldn't help but ask: "Aqiu, is this good? What are you doing?"
"This, it's a good thing. I'll wait until half a month later and you'll know." Song Qiu smiled mysteriously.
Pickle jar, bean paste, dried chili.
Hahaha, let’s live together!
Old Yuan couldn't help but murmured as he listened. The taro stalks and chili peppers were soaked in a vat as if they were boiled in soup. They were sealed tightly and were left to be inflated for half a month. Although the weather had cooled down and wasn't so hot anymore, this wasn't the case.
After it has been released, are you sure it won't all rot inside?
Old Yuan was mumbling, but she had done everything, so she didn't say anything more at the moment. She would just wait for more than half a month before talking. She still believed in her granddaughter and was curious about what she could make.
After the kimchi jar was put up, people from the village came to see Old Yuan and the others to relax. When they met Song Qiu, they had to ask, "Ah Qiu, you said you wanted taro sticks. I have some at home, do you want more?"
?If you want it, just come to my house and get it."
Song Qiu thought that there was enough in that big jar, but there was too much to hold. She didn't need to build another jar, so she said, "No more, that's enough! Thank you, Auntie!"
When Guixiang heard this, she didn't force it and turned around to join the idle camp.
Zhang Yangtian went hunting in the mountains before dawn. Tomorrow was Song Qiu's birthday, and he planned to come back with some good things to celebrate Song Qiu's birthday.
I just came back from the mountains now, carrying a stick with two pheasants hanging in front of me, a gray rabbit and several palm-sized birds behind.
The other hand was holding something wrapped in a large leaf.
When I first entered the Song family yard, everyone in the yard had to say a few words when they saw it, especially Guixiang, "Oh, Zhang Yang, you can always catch something when you go up the mountain. This hunting skill is better than mine."
They are much stronger, luckily you don’t eat this bowl of rice, otherwise, you won’t compete with my family for their job!”
She loves to joke and laugh, and others won't notice anything.
Orion Wang's ancestors made a living by hunting. His craftsmanship is guaranteed to go up the mountain. Now that the weather is getting colder, it is a good time for autumn hunting. I heard that Orion Wang's two sons have been up the mountain for two days.
Usually they don't go down the mountain for several days.
Just relying on this, Maodong can make enough money.
The Wang family has indeed made a lot of money by relying on this craft. Which restaurant in town has not confiscated the wild animals he sells?
This craftsmanship is also praised by others.
Now everyone only listened half-heartedly to her exaggerating about Yang, but this kid Zhang Yang is really powerful. Didn't he beat a goat back when he went into the mountains?
There is craftsmanship involved, but it’s a pity that we didn’t take this route.
Zhang Yang smiled and didn't talk much to the aunts. He talked directly to Song Qiu and put the things into the Song family's stove room.
When several women met, they inevitably made some jokes, "The Yang brothers and sisters here have grown up with A Qiu, and their feelings are different."
Not that anyone thought about it that way.
There are many children who grew up together in the village, and they are not the only ones who have a good relationship. It is normal.