The next day, Cugu and others came as expected. Zhang Heng took out the tiger's offal and shared it with him. Of course, the sweet potatoes were indispensable. After that, every morning, the men of the Kui tribe would work with them. In the afternoon, they would go out to hunt wild beasts.
He distributes it arbitrarily.
Zhang Heng had unknowingly broken the primitive people's food distribution rules, but this was only limited to him. Even the two witches had not actually handled the meat privately. Everything was done from the perspective of the entire tribe.
Five solar days later, the autumn wind swept the fallen leaves, winter is just around the corner, but there are still many trees that have not withered, and the scenery is unique!
Zhang Heng stayed in the Spring Tribe and did not go into the forest. He just ate tiger meat with peace of mind every day, loved tiger oil, or sat on the boulder and thought about the body-building method of Five Elements Boxing.
In the early morning of this morning, the tiger meat was finally marinated. There were also meats from other beasts. They were taken out from the withered leaves. Zhang Heng smelled it and found that it was not bad. Salt had been added and the excess water in the meat had been marinated.
Come out. At this time, you can wash off the bleeding water. It doesn’t matter if you don’t wash it. It still needs to be hung for a few days. The village also makes sauced meat. You only need to apply soy sauce every day and hang it to dry. It is more convenient than pickling and smoking bacon, but
Sauced meat is not as delicious as bacon, and he doesn’t know how to make soy sauce, and the original space contains coarse salt, so the pickling method can be spread.
After another three solar days, a few more men from the Kui tribe left, carrying sweet potato vines tied with ropes. Zhang Heng was also surprised by this, because primitive people actually like to eat sweet potato vines. In his hometown village, they usually only eat sweet potato vines.
The young leaves of sweet potatoes are picked and fried and eaten. Whether the rest is cooked or eaten raw, Zhang Heng has tried it, which is reminiscent of the taste of pig food. This is of course only Zhang Heng’s personal opinion, because the mainstream food eaten by pigs in his hometown village is sweet potato vine.
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The sweet potatoes of the Chun Tribe have all been harvested, filling a small area in the cave. Zhang Heng roughly calculated that he could survive on sweet potatoes alone in spring and summer, let alone just one winter.
Zhang Heng thought for a while, sweet potatoes cannot be stored for too long. They will start to mold in the spring. Even if they dig holes for storage, they will rot. In the village, it doesn't matter if the pigs eat them, but people cannot eat moldy food. So let Cuckoo wait.
The people wrapped a lot of sweet potatoes in animal skins and left, and gave a lot to the Kui tribe, but Yan didn't take them away immediately. He probably had to wait for someone to carry them. There are only a few men left in the Chun tribe now, and they can't carry so much.
many.
He distributed sweet potatoes in this way. Unexpectedly, not only the witches but also everyone in the Spring Tribe had no objections. This should make Zhang Heng a little touched, because the primitive people's value for food is equal to life, and he did not ignore his previous contributions to the Spring Tribe.
Warm.
"Yan, Wu, come and watch me smoke the bacon!" Zhang Heng roared, and he was also very excited. After smoking the bacon, he could leave and return to reality to replenish his sleep.
"Meat!" the two witches responded, probably not understanding, but very excited.
The arrangement of bacon is very simple. Just put some wooden sticks horizontally in the corner of the animal pen, then neatly stack the meat on the wooden sticks, and finally cover the meat with big green leaves.
In reality, of course, it is best to use cypress trees for bacon. The book says that the smoke of cypress trees is less toxic, and it also has the advantage of producing smoke more easily, and the smoked smoke is better-looking and more fragrant. Zhang Heng has not seen cypress trees in the forest, but it is
It is easy to find similar tree species, and cutting down a few is enough. You don’t need many branches to make bacon. The two hundred kilogram fat pig in the village only needs one branch with a basket level.
His mother said that people in the city also spent money to buy cypress branches to smoke bacon. Zhang Heng picked up a branch that looked like a cypress tree and smelled it. The smell was similar, so it should be fine. Cypress trees are evergreen all year round and produce strong flavor when burned.
The smoke is thick, but I also hope that the taste will be better than the bacon in the village, because this is tiger meat.
"Fire, light the fire!" Zhang Heng roared.
Everyone came and gathered around to watch. The sweet potatoes had been harvested and they were waiting for winter. The primitive people had nothing to do at this time.
Soon the flame started to burn, and the hot air from the outer flame surged up and blew the green leaves on the flesh trembling. Zhang Heng roared: "At this time, we need to quickly put down the branches."
When the green branches were covered with flames, thick smoke filled the air in an instant. Although it was just a puff, it was blocked by the green leaves when it surged up. When the smoke dispersed, it could smoke the entire stacked meat above.
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"Woooo~~!" Everyone roared, but they didn't know whether they were excited or frightened.
Zhang Heng smiled, looked at the fire intently, and explained to the two witches from time to time that the process of smoking bacon is actually not simple. The heat is very important, because it has to be repeated over and over again. When the flame is lit, it must be covered with fresh branches to release smoke.
But you can't smoke it without any flame, otherwise the meat won't be smoked and the oil won't get the flavor.
If you want to ensure the best taste, ten kilograms of meat after smoking will shrink by about half a kilogram to one kilogram, which is a waste. Open fires are generally not used in villages, but fat meat will produce oil just by smoking, so the bacon in rural areas tastes great.
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The whole process of smoking meat takes about three to six hours. If the time is too short, the smoke will not be good, and if the time is too long, the meat will be damaged. About four hours is more suitable.
"Look, the branches will burn when they are dried. New branches need to be added immediately!" This was a technical job, and Zhang Heng had to explain it repeatedly.
Fortunately, the time was long enough. By noon, Zhang Heng extinguished the sparks. He clapped his hands with satisfaction and opened the big roasted yellow leaves, revealing the yellow and black tiger meat. He took off a piece and looked at it for a while, then smelled it.
, yes, it smells better than the bacon in the village.
Don't be in a hurry to eat it. After it's smoked, it needs to be hung in the sun for a while. After it's air-dried, it becomes more flavorful, and the smoke is not that poisonous.
"See, this is called bacon. It can be stored for a long time. It can be stored for next winter, or even the year after, or the year after next." It is indeed the case. Bacon can be stored for up to three years, but it will start to fade after one year.
It's decayed and weathered, so it doesn't taste that good, but it's still edible.
"Bacon!" Wu followed and chanted.
Zhang Heng suddenly slapped his forehead. There was no Spring Festival in the original space, and there was no lunar calendar algorithm. There was no mention of the twelfth lunar month (the twelfth month of the lunar calendar), so why talk about bacon? He smiled, it was just a name, don't pay too much attention to it.
"Okay, come this afternoon and smoke it yourself." Zhang Heng roared loudly and asked everyone to hang his tiger meat back into the cave, and then take out the marinated meat and smoke it.
For a whole afternoon, the outside of the cave was filled with smoke, which drifted far away, causing all the birds in the nearby forest to disappear, and the birds of prey in the sky had not appeared for a long time!
The next morning, Zhang Heng put on his big beard and set out, targeting the Xia tribe. Two shamans held the crutches he made and sent them all the way away. It made Zhang Heng a little uncomfortable, but it's not like he wouldn't come back in two days.
I have to come back and get the tiger meat before I can return to reality.
He waved his hand without looking back, just like what the book said, he didn’t take away a single cloud!
"King, Sun King!" There was a roar from behind, and the footsteps kept coming, and gradually became calm. He liked this feeling, walking quietly, which used to be when he was daydreaming, and looked at the silence beside him.
The bearded man, what is he thinking in his mind at this time? Do he also have dreams and worries?
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