Every family in Songshan Village has no land, so they rely on some of their own specialties to make a living, at most trying to have enough food and clothing.
Making glutinous rice cakes and making glutinous rice balls and noodles during the Chinese New Year is unavoidable, but smoking bacon every year is impossible.
Just like the Song family, in Song Qiu's memory, their family had not smoked bacon for many years.
During the Chinese New Year, they and their grandson only have New Year's Eve dinner, and the preparations are simple. They kill a chicken, make a fish, cook a bowl of meat, and have a table to worship their ancestors.
No matter how many there are, there are none.
For example, the year her mother also left, the family was in debt, and that New Year was a tough one. Her uncle sent her a piece of meat and a fish, and Grandma Deng brought her glutinous rice balls, noodles, and fried glutinous rice cakes.
But this year is different.
Their family wants to kill the New Year pig.
Although the pigs that year were not as fat as other pigs.
Song Qiu smiled and narrowed her eyes, and did not forget to tell her mother that while Butcher Wang was here, she quickly set a date with him. In this year, the butcher's business is very busy, and there are many pigs for him to kill.
If I hadn't told you in advance, I might not have been able to save time.
Old Yuan also knew that, so he said he was relieved, took the time to squeeze in, and told him that he wanted to ask Butcher Wang to kill the New Year pig.
After hearing this, Butcher Wang naturally agreed and said that he would definitely spare his time for Mr. Yuan.
On the other hand, Mrs. Wang heard this and said, "Your pig will still be young if you feed it for another month, right? Are you really going to kill it? There won't be much meat in it."
"It's not that big. Isn't this just a celebration? We'll wait until next spring to pen the pigs and feed them until the Chinese New Year before killing the fat pigs!" Old Yuan said with a smile.
Mrs. Wang didn't say anything else. It was a festive occasion and she didn't want to miss out on some meat.
Killing a pig at home is completely different from buying meat.
Song Qiu's ancestors and grandson couldn't take away fifty pounds of meat, pig's feet, and a goat and rabbit, so Wang Orion waved his hand and directly asked his two sons to help deliver it to Song Qiu's door.
All the way to the inn, while it was still dark, Song Qiu called Yang Dalian and several others to help, and they took care of the goats and rabbits on the river bank.
Those three pheasants are still alive and can be kept and killed.
I cooked wild boar for dinner, and also cooked a portion for the guests. When Yuan Hua and his wife returned home, Old Yuan cut a large piece for them to take away, and asked them to take it back to them.
The Yuan family all enjoyed it.
Song Qiu dropped the wild boar meat into a water tank and froze it. The weather was not going to be bad, so it would be sold out within a few days.
As for the four pig's feet, there is a confinement woman living in the inn, so this is easy to deal with.
The pig belly, pork belly, and large intestines can all be fried and sold. Song Qiu only processed the small intestines and dried them aside, saving them for later use.
The clean meat from that sheep is only two or three kilograms, which can be sold for a lot of dishes.
She'll make the mutton chops tomorrow.
Song Qiu planned to use the sheep bones and sheep hooves to make a big pot of soup, add some juicy radishes fresh from the ground, stew them overnight, and drink the soup at home tomorrow. It was quite nourishing.
In addition to the haggis, Song Qiu plans to make haggis soup, which will be sold at the tea shed tomorrow. It will be so hot that passers-by will come and have a bowl of it. It will be more comfortable than eating porridge.
Just do it, light the fire in the small stove, and cook the mutton bone soup.
On the other side, rinse the haggis with hot water and then rinse with cold water.
Replace the water in the pot, add the haggis and bring to a boil over high heat.
While cooking, use a spoon to drain off the scum until the scum is gone and the soup is clear. Add two slices of ginger and a handful of chives. If you don’t have cooking wine, use white wine. Add a spoonful of white wine and simmer on the stove.
Boiled by fire.
The longer it simmers, the whiter and thicker the soup will become, and the flavor will really come out.
For such a small stove, if enough water is mixed in, it can be cooked until Mrs. Wang gets up tomorrow and turns it on.
The remaining fire in the stove will not burn the bottom of the pot dry.
Wait for it to be sold in the tea shed tomorrow. Add chopped green onion, coriander, salt, vinegar and other seasonings according to personal preference, and you will have a bowl of fragrant soup.
There was a pot sitting in the kitchen, but Song Qiu still told Mrs. Wang to wake up at night and keep an eye on her at all times.
Then I washed my hands, took off my apron, and went home with Old Yuan and others.
Mr. Deng also cut two kilograms of wild boar meat today and kept one kilogram. He only fried one kilogram in the evening. Zhang Hugua had been working hard these days, so Mr. Deng allowed him to eat a few more pieces.
But at the dinner table, watching Zhang Zaohua eating meat, he no longer stared at her and snatched her away, and felt very comforted.
She doesn't talk much, but she seems to be getting more practical. After all, her blood is flowing in her body. Without that old guy interfering, it would be good to change things for the better!
The meat was so delicious that several people could finish a pound of it, but Mrs. Deng still left half the bowl out. When Zhang Lihua came back, she called her into the upper room.
Mr. Deng was afraid of the cold, so before the winter months came, he was already sitting on a brazier to warm up the fire. He used charcoal that was sealed and cooled by using the red firewood he burned during cooking.
It's burned out, and it's very hot.
Half a bowl of wild boar sat on the fire pot to keep warm. Zhang Lihua came in and shouted for milk, and Old Deng smiled and told her to sit down and eat wild boar.
When Zhang Lihua saw the half bowl of pork, she wanted to say that she had already eaten wild boar meat, but when she saw her grandma looking at her with a smile and handing her chopsticks the same way, she took the bowl and chopsticks with a smile and started eating happily.
"Is it stewed with milk? It tastes delicious!"
Miao was sitting opposite with Shi Dan'er in her arms, and after listening to it, she continued, "You are so good at eating, isn't it just your milk stew? It's so delicious, I drank two more bowls of the soup!"
Old Mrs. Deng smiled and said nothing. She just asked Zhang Lihua to eat quickly, and they all finished.
Zhang Lihua smiled back, as if she was happy.
If she had known that her grandpa would be so kind to her if she was paralyzed, then she should have wished that her grandpa was paralyzed.
She likes the current grandma, this way she looks like her grandma!
Miao watched silently, her heart no longer surprised from the surprise of the past few days.
Ever since her second brother came back last time, her mother-in-law suddenly wanted to kill a chicken and cook it herself. She felt strange.
Later, the father-in-law was paralyzed and the second brother was scolded and sent away. She just watched from the side and felt something bad.
Looking at the affection between this pair of pear blossoms, I have never seen them before.
She's not saying she's jealous, her mother-in-law is also so kind to her children.
Only then did I realize that my mother-in-law was just faking it earlier!
She just said, how can there be any elders in this world who don’t love their children and grandchildren?
Now she understands that in her heart, she only admires her mother-in-law.
It was not easy for her mother-in-law either. Although she came in late, she understood clearly. Although her father-in-law seemed to treat her well, he rarely listened to her opinions on anything.
Just look at the third bedroom of the big house. When did you come back and treat your mother-in-law respectfully?
Isn’t it just a matter of a word from the father-in-law?
At this moment, how can a mother-in-law dare to treat her second wife with a bowl of water?
I'm just afraid that if it's good here, it won't be good for the second wife because I'm not sure what to think there.
Now that the father-in-law is paralyzed and the third and third bedrooms of the big house are not coming back, it seems that the mother-in-law no longer has to pretend.
In fact, Mrs. Miao thought more. She watched her father-in-law suddenly become paralyzed at home every day.
But she was planning to please her mother-in-law, so naturally she would not tell her this conjecture.
In addition, the man now looks decent and has a lot to look forward to every day, so she doesn't want to offend him.
It's good to never come back to the big and three-bedroom apartments.