"I ordered two more rows of radishes this year. I thought there wouldn't be enough food like last year. I couldn't even eat it even if I thought about it. I eat it every day and I can't even get up at night to run around. I'll give it to you today, sister.
A truckload came, and there were still more!
Do you think there are a lot of radishes used in the inn? You can come to the house to pluck them, but it’s a pity that the ones you can’t finish are all hollow. The pig’s mouth is too tricky to feed at home, so it’s hard to eat the radishes!” Old Meng babbled.
Talking.
Mrs. Hu Yuan on the side listened and agreed: "Our family has planted several ridges of radishes in the vegetable field this year, and we can't eat them. Sister, if you want them, just come to my house and pull them out."
"The inn only uses sour radishes a lot. The two rows of radishes I ordered are enough. How can I use your place to pluck the radishes? I won't be able to eat them!" Old Yuan hurriedly waved his hand.
Song Qiu listened to the story and thought about the radish and pickled mustard thing she had been thinking about before. The pigs were killed this year, so she would be free for the time being.
Then he sat in and said, "My aunt and uncle, you have too many radishes to eat, so I'd better keep enough for you and pluck the rest and sell them to me!"
When Old Meng heard this, he looked at her and waved his hand, "Hey! Ah Qiu, what are you talking about? If you want to use radishes, just pull them out. Why should I sell them to you? I will sell them to you if they are worthless."
Whatever you do, you are not an outsider."
Mrs. Hu Yuan also scolded: "That's right, you girl, Aqiu, how can you still talk about selling? It's just some radishes."
Yuan Shuanzi also joked, "Aqiu saw that we couldn't eat the radishes and was worried, so he wanted to help us solve it, but it's hard to say! And if you talk about selling for money, isn't this too foreign?"
Song Qiu:......
Seeing everyone's expressions as if asking for money over a few carrots was too harsh, Song Qiu said hurriedly: "If I just want a basket and a half to sell as vegetables in the inn, then of course I won't be polite to you.
Didn't I just think about it after my grandma said there were too many radishes today? I planned to make dried radishes to sell for money. This would require a lot of radishes. I would use the money to harvest them and finish them.
If you want to sell it for money, naturally you can’t just take it for free, right?”
"Dried radish? What kind of food is that?" When everyone heard this, they all became curious.
Ah Qiu is so smart that he can always think of ways to eat that they can't think of?
Last time we were harvesting peppers, last time we were harvesting sweet potatoes, now it’s time to harvest radishes?
If the radish isn't just cut into pieces and stewed, what else can be made?
Dried radish?
Could it be dried and eaten?
Everyone thought for a long time, but they couldn't figure out how to eat this juicy radish after it has been dried, and how to sell it for money?
"After all, it is a kind of side dish that is specially made to go with rice. Once it is made, it is eaten as it is. There is no need to fry or cook it. It is just put. It is eaten with rice. Although it cannot be sold for much, it still has to be used.
Naturally, you have to pay for the sale, otherwise how can I sell it?"
"Uncle, don't wave your hands first. These radishes are not worth the price, and I can't give you much money. After thinking about it, it's only five cents a basket. When you get back, you can pull out all the radishes you can't eat and wash them in a basket.
Pretend it and send it to me, what do you think?"
Five cents a basket?
The baskets commonly used by their farmers can only hold a hundred kilograms of radishes, which is enough to feed pigs for two days.
It’s worth five cents a basket, which is less than half a catty of meat!
When Yuan Shuanzi and others listened, they all suspected that Song Qiu was deliberately helping them. They all said that they didn't want it, it wasn't worth the money.
Seeing this, Song Qiu had no choice but to say: "Anyway, if you don't bring it to sell, I'll take it from others. If you don't sell it, then just keep it until it's rotten and empty."
Old Yuan also followed up and said: "Aqiu said that he wanted to sell food for money. He didn't lie to you. Five cents is just five cents. I'm just trying to help you. Listen to me. I won't buy you."
You also have to buy other people’s goods. We are all direct relatives, so of course we have to buy yours first!”
After hearing this, several people nodded in agreement, saying that they would pull out the radishes, wash them and bring them to them when they got back.
The Song family's New Year's pig was killed, and a pig-killing meal was served. The meat was marinated for a few days, and then hung up and smoked.
The meat stuffed with sausages was left unmarinated, and there happened to be intestines, so we stuffed the sausages first.
Last time, Orion Wang’s family used a set of small intestines from wild boars, and then added the small intestines from two pigs killed at home. There are three sets of small intestines in total, which can be stuffed with a lot of sausages.
Old Yuan was very happy about stuffing sausages. When life was better in the past, it would have been nice to smoke two pieces of bacon to celebrate the New Year. Stuffing sausages was something that was rarely possible.
Not to mention that you can stuff so many sausages like this year.
Early in the morning, Mr. Yuan took care of all the small intestines. He also dug out the bamboo tube used for filling sausages many years ago and boiled them again and again with boiling water.
The bamboo tube has been worn for some years and is smooth and smooth. Not to mention, it is better for stuffing sausages.
Song Qiu got up and helped cut the meat. The meat was both fat and lean, with less fat and more lean, so it would not be greasy or sticky.
After the meat was cut, Mr. Yuan was thinking of stuffing sausages the same way he used to stuff sausages, just adding salt to taste the meat.
Song Qiu looked at what was so delicious about the sausage with just salt, so he rolled up his sleeves and got started.
Grind the Sichuan peppercorns into powder, grind the dried chili peppers into powder, and pound the dried orange peel into pieces. In addition, prepare white wine and white sugar, and mix them according to the proportion of meat.
Pour it into the cut meat and stir evenly, the meat is ready.
Put one end of the bamboo tube that has been blanched in boiling water over the prepared casing, grab the mixed meat dragon end of the bamboo tube and stuff it into it. The meat will pass through the bamboo tube in lumps and squeeze out the other end, and get into the casing.
You should also press the meat down with your hands from time to time to prevent the sausage from being stuffed tightly enough.
When a large piece of sausage is stuffed with meat and the length is right, tie both ends with a knot, and then stuff the second piece into it.
In this way, when all the casings are filled, the meat will be filled, no more and no less.
After everything is filled, use a bamboo brush to poke some holes in the filled sausages to release the air inside to prevent them from exploding when smoked.
Then the sausage can be hung to dry. After it has dried for a few days, until the casing has shrunk slightly and is dry, it can be hung over the fire and smoked.
Old Yuan and Song Qiu were busy at work and spent the whole morning filling out the sausages and drying them.
After filling the sausages, Song Qiu was busy boiling out the lard from the two pigs. He kept the lard from the New Year pig he killed for himself.
You can take the lard residue to the inn. Nowadays, in the inn, a dish of fried Chinese cabbage with lard residue is the most popular, and almost every table must order it.
In the afternoon, Song Qiu went to the inn, while Old Yuan took a stroll to find Old Deng to relax.
Old Mrs. Deng also bought more than ten kilograms of meat, and with the large piece of meat that Song Qiu sent, which amounted to more than twenty kilograms, it was enough to smoke several strips of meat. It was a time of happiness.
"I heard that Aqiu said that these radishes can be sold as food? This girl, how can she be so smart?" Old Mrs. Deng was puzzled, thinking about her grandson who was running around all day long, and she was really worried.