Chapter 1018 The lazy and evil sister-in-law of a blessed girl from a rural family (14)
Xu Yin worked for a whole day to process more than half a fan of wild boar meat, marinate it, make sauce, stuff sausage with sausage, use big sticks to make broth, and deep-fry the ribs so that they can be kept for a few more days.
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When Hu Zi Niang brought her the tofu, she had just finished frying the ribs, and the oil pan was still hot, so it was time to deep-fry the tofu.
Hu Zi Niang was very surprised: "Tofu can also be eaten fried? It tastes very good!"
The tofu soaked just out of the pan is crispy and has a strong bean aroma. It can be eaten lightly, but it tastes better when dipped in chili sauce.
"It just consumes too much oil." Hu Zi Niang glanced at the oil in the pot and couldn't help but feel for Xu Yin. The oil for a year might have been here.
Xu Yin said with a smile: "After frying, you can save it for cooking. In fact, it is not a waste."
She packed some tofu puffs for Hu Zi Niang and said, "Take them back to stew the meat. I guarantee it will taste better than meat."
"..."
Hu Ziniang was dubious.
Even if tofu is fried in oil, it is still tofu. How can it be more delicious than meat?
I happened to have some meat at home. I just bought wild boar meat yesterday. According to the method Meng Jin’s wife taught her, first pass the cut wild boar meat through boiling water to remove the blood and foam, then apply some oil on the bottom of the pot and fry the meat.
Fry until both sides are browned, then add seasonings and water. When the meat is almost cooked, add the tofu soaking and simmer over low heat.
When she opened the lid of the pot, everyone in her household was attracted to the kitchen.
"Daughter-in-law, what are you making delicious?"
"Meng Jin's wife taught me this. She also gave me some fried tofu to stew with meat. She said it is even more delicious than meat."
Hu Zi's father laughed: "Meng Jin's wife is joking, right? How can tofu be more delicious than meat?"
His family has been grinding tofu for so many years, but I have never heard of anyone whose stewed tofu tastes better than meat.
If that were true, the business of his tofu stall would be so bad!
When the fried tofu stew was served, out of curiosity, everyone took a bite of the fried tofu and their eyes suddenly lit up:
"Hmm! It's really delicious!"
“It’s really no worse than meat!”
“This is how we will cook stew from now on!”
"Master, do you think our tofu stall will do well if we sell this fried tofu?"
"You know how?"
"I know, Meng Jin's wife fried it in front of me. It's very simple!" Hu Ziniang said, "It just consumes oil, but it can be fried repeatedly, and it won't fall down after frying a batch."
Huzi's father tasted three fried tofu in a row, and when he went to pick up the fourth one, Huzi held down his chopsticks: "Dad, you almost finished the whole bowl of fried tofu!"
He just ate one!
Hu Zi’s father burst into laughter: “Fry! Our family will fry it ourselves tomorrow! We’ll eat the first pot ourselves! It’s a lot of fun!”
From then on, Wang's tofu stall added a fresh soy product - fried tofu, in addition to the old tofu served in brine.
The price is much more expensive than tofu. After all, it has been fried in a pan and is stained with a lot of oil. And I heard that the fried tofu tastes better than meat when it is stewed with meat.
The villagers in Dawa didn't believe it at first, but they happened to have some wild boar meat at home, so they weighed a few taels of fried tofu and stewed it. Naturally, like Huzi's parents, they all fell in love with this fresh delicacy.
Not only the locals in Dawa Village, but also people from other villages have heard about it and come to Wang's house to buy fried tofu. If they can't afford meat, it's good to buy a few taels of fried tofu to satisfy their craving.
Even if the Wang family doesn't go to town to sell, the daily business is not bad.
When the villagers heard that the Wang family's fried tofu business was the idea of Meng Jin's wife, they were envious and thought about it.
After returning home, he asked the children who were similar in age to Goudan to play with Goudan and others, and told them: "If Meng Jin's wife asks you to do something, you should be more diligent!"
So, behind the Goudan trio, there were a few more little tails. Whatever the trio was doing to help Xu Yin, the few little tails were also rushing to do whatever they wanted.
Xu Yin does not need to go out to collect firewood or cut pigweed. Every morning, there is always a pile of fresh pigweed and a pile of dry firewood at the door of her yard.
They are still six or seven-year-old cubs. In future generations, the sun will still rise at four or five o'clock in the morning. The delicate flowers of the motherland, but now they get up early every day to help her work. Can you feel satisfied?
But no matter what she said, they still rushed to help her collect firewood, hunt pigweed, and occasionally gave her tender mushrooms, wild vegetables, and wild fruits.
Seeing that their persuasion was useless, Xu Yin had no choice but to accept their wishes and offered them a breakfast as reward.
Sometimes it’s wild onion and egg pancakes, sometimes it’s fish fillet porridge or multi-grain porridge with dried fish, and occasionally I cook them a small meal of wontons.
The amount given to each person is not much: a small triangle of egg pancakes per person, and a small bowl of porridge or wontons per person. It should be a nutritious meal for the flowers of the motherland.
But just such a small amount of food is enough to drive these children to work hard for her every day:
The firewood that was delivered could not be piled up in her woodshed;
Two wild boar cubs grew fat from eating the pigweed;
Fresh mushrooms and wild vegetables are available every day.
After breakfast, I rushed to help her wash the dishes, wipe the table, and sweep the yard...
Xu Yin: "..."
They are all good boys with solid eyes!
At the same time, she was fortunate that there were only fifty households in Dawa Village, and the total number of children around Goudan's age was only seven or eight. Otherwise, the children who came to her house for breakfast every day could form a kindergarten.
In any case, having this group of children help her collect firewood and hunt pigweed really saved her a lot of time.
She only needs to take care of the vegetable garden, clean the pig pen and feed the wild boar cubs.
With the addition of Linghu Lake water, the two little wild boars are eating and drinking well at her house. So far, they have not thought of "escape".
I don’t even have the heart to run now, and I’m sure I’ll be less likely to run away in the future. By the end of the year, it will become her family’s reserve meat!
When the sun came out, she placed two horse benches in the yard, covered them with bamboo curtains, and took out the things to dry.
The clean pig bones are dried in the sun and then ground into powder. However, this cannot be used as fertilizer immediately. It must be fermented first.
But the containers she can use are very limited. Clay jars are usually used to store food or boil water or pickle vegetables. Who would be willing to use them to ferment organic fertilizer?
So, she set her sights on the toilet next to the pig pen.
The toilet is connected to an open pit.
After Lao Cui's family moved out of their old house, the cesspit was also cleaned, and it has been idle ever since.
After Xu Yin moved in, she was busy repairing the house and making money by weaving bamboo utensils, but she didn't have time to renovate the toilet.
It’s time to fix the manure pit!
She took the time to go up the mountain and carried two relatively square rocks down in succession.
On the second trip, I met some villagers who took a shortcut to work in the mountains. They were impressed by her strength and asked curiously: "Meng Jin's wife, what are you doing carrying such a big stone down here?"
"Oh, I think it's a good size. Let's take it back to build a cesspit. The open cesspit smells too bad!"
"..."
But if the manure pit is covered with a lid, how can we scoop out the manure and fertilize it?
Is it possible that we have to put in a lot of effort to lift the rocks every time? Scoop out the fertilizer and then cover them back up?
The villagers shook their heads. Only Meng Jin's wife, who was as strong as an ox, could think of such a troublesome thing and was willing to do it.