Jiang Zhi only slept lightly for a short while, and got up as soon as she woke up.

The pork has been processed, but the pork fat and bones are left untouched.

Such a large quantity of wild boar meat is a rare treat, and we don't know when the next opportunity will come.

These days, without any oil or fat, Jiang Zhi feels like she's turning into the Hulk from eating nothing but bland vegetable porridge every day.

With the large chunks of pork fat still on her mind, Jiang Zhi reached the bottom of the cliff and discovered that Xiaoman's grandmother and Qiaoyun had not rested. They had already cut the pork fat from the pig's belly into small pieces and put them in a pot to render the fat.

The pig liver, pig heart, and pig offal were roughly cleaned and chilled with cool spring water.

These things were originally intended to be discarded by the ditch, but Xiaoman couldn't bear to part with them and said he would bring them back to cook chicken.

Now that we've gone through so much trouble to bring it back, Xiaoman's grandma is reluctant to part with it and wants to clean it and cook it for us to eat.

A pot of lard was bubbling and sizzling. Qiaoyun wiped the sweat from her forehead and said to Jiangzhi with delight, "Mom, this pig is really fat. It can make at least two big jars of oil."

With lard, you can cook. Just imagine a kiln full of meat, and then look at a pot full of oil. Qiaoyun's mouth watered.

She had to breastfeed her child, and although all the eggs in the house were for her to eat alone, she still craved meat at every meal.

Jiang Zhi rolled up her sleeves and came forward to help: "Auntie, we don't need to eat these offal. Uncle Chang Geng said to feed them to the chickens. We'll just eat the pig liver and pig heart."

Little Man's grandma is having a fight with two long-snouted pig heads.

She wanted to boil a pot of water to scald and scrape off the pig hair, and she wanted to clean out the pig's head, which was covered in clumps of hair. She couldn't bear not to eat the pig offal.

He could only hurriedly stop Jiang Zhi: "What does an old man like him know about kitchen matters?"

"Second Aunt, don't worry about the offal, I have a way. It's just that I can't move this pig's head. Could you help me take care of it?"

A pig's head weighs several dozen kilograms. Xiaoman's grandmother was exhausted after a long day and was quite old, so she had no choice but to scrape off the pig's hair.

Xiaoman's grandmother really couldn't bear to part with the pig's head, so Jiangzhi could only try to find a solution.

She did not scald the pig's head with boiling water.

Instead, they placed the pig's head and the cut-off pig skin on the ground outside the yard, covered it with a thick layer of straw, and set it on fire.

Before long, Chunfeng, who had also only slept for a short while, got up to help.

Once the fire is extinguished and the ashes have cooled, the pig's head underneath will be charred. All you need to do is scrape off the charred skin, and the hair will be gone. Plus, the charred pig skin is especially fragrant.

Chunfeng, holding up the pig's head, said, "Auntie, your method is great, it's convenient and clean!"

Grandma Xiaoman frowned and shook her head: "Errui's mother, this is burnt black, and the hair roots are still in the skin. Won't it prick your tongue when you eat it?"

Jiang Zhi laughed and said, "Auntie, roasted pork skin smells delicious. When you eat it, you'll either prick your tongue or swallow it!"

Chunfeng pursed her lips and chuckled quietly, while Xiaoman's grandmother deliberately glared at her: "Errui's mother is also fond of joking. I'll see if she swallows her tongue when we eat."

Burning pig skin to remove hair is a local custom, and it does look quite dirty.

Jiang Zhi had seen it in a video. In that area, when people slaughtered pigs for the New Year, after bleeding them and removing their internal organs, they would lay the whole pig on the ground and cover it with ferns that they had prepared in advance from the mountains.

More particular families would wet wood ash and paste it on the pig before burning the pig hair, then light the pile of ferns covering it. When they removed the dried ash, they could then remove the pig hair roots.

Now Jiangzhi also uses wood ash. Although burning wheat straw reduces the symbolism of ferns, the actual effect is about the same. Anyway, the ash is more fragrant than that of boiling water.

The pig's head was roasted, and the lard was rendered. The two families divided it equally, and the cracklings and lard filled the oil jars in their homes. This was enough to last them a year.

Jiang Zhi didn't take the pig offal; she gave it all to Xiaoman's grandmother.

Although it seems like everyone knows how to wash pig offal, and time-traveling women are all skilled at cooking and braising, she is an exception because it's just too smelly to handle.

This busy work took more than a day. After the lard was rendered, the stove was cleared to stew pork bones with lots of meat.

Xu Dazhu's meat-drying business will need to continue for a while, so Jiang Zhi takes some time to go check on things by the ditch.

Actually, Xiaomanye went to check the next day. Fearing retaliation from the wild boars, Xiaomanye carried a knife and guarded the area for most of the day before returning home after not seeing any wild boars.

Jiang Zhi went there at noon. Wild boars are afraid of the heat, so they hid under the shade of trees to sleep at noon.

More than a day later, the stream water in the ditch, which had turned red, returned to its clear state.

But the blood and gore splattered on the shore, along with the carelessly discarded entrails, attracted swarms of greenbottle flies and ants.

However, the entrails and offal were gone, indicating that other carnivores had also had a feast here.

The traps had been dismantled long ago. Jiang Zhi searched for a long time and finally found two broken oak javelins that had been broken by wild boars in the distance of the ditch. The medicine was still on them, so she quickly cleaned them up carefully so that they could be used again later.

With the addition of the few guns inserted into the wild boar's body, all the guns were finally collected.

It's always dangerous to leave something like this, which can be lethal, lying around carelessly.

After checking around and finding no risks, Jiang Zhi turned back, as she still wanted to go to the cotton field to pick cotton.

I spent two days hunting wild boars and didn't have time to pick cotton buds or gather cotton.

The thought of those precious cotton plants getting rained on made her anxious, so she didn't even take the path, but instead took a shortcut through the woods to the cotton field on the grassy slope.

Just as Jiang Zhi was crossing a dry ditch, she suddenly heard a faint "humming" sound.

The sound was so eerie and chilling in the silent forest.

She stopped and listened carefully to where the sound was coming from, but the "humming" stopped.

Jiang Zhi thought she had misheard and was about to leave when the sound suddenly appeared again, accompanied by a rustling sound.

This time, she finally heard the source of the sound and followed the direction, where she saw a scene in the ditch that she would never forget.

A large black python was tightly coiled around a brown striped object. Its mouth was wide open, and the brown object was already more than halfway inside, leaving only two thin, short legs pointing towards the sky.

Good heavens! It's a snake eating a baby wild boar.

The five- or six-pound piglet stretched the snake's mouth to its limit, completely disproportionate to its arm-thick body, making it look like a monster, even more frightening than a normal snake.

At this moment, the python was nearing the end of its meal. A small wild boar was about to disappear into its throat. It was a crucial moment, and even the appearance of people did not disturb its eating.

The scene was terrifying. Jiang Zhi was so frightened that she backed away repeatedly. She turned around and tried to run away, but the groans started again.

What's going on? Can a piglet make sounds inside a snake's mouth?

Jiang Zhi mustered her courage and glanced at the snake again. This time, she noticed something amiss.

There was also a small wild boar under the python, which was alive at the time.

Perhaps terrified by the sight of its companions being eaten by snakes, the little wild boar just lay on the ground grunting and didn't try to run away.

Jiang Zhi looked at it, and it looked up back at her.

In those large, beautiful eyes with long eyelashes, Jiang Zhi actually saw a sorrowful plea...

Hmph! Hmph!

The little wild boar struggled to crawl toward Jiang Zhi, but the big snake used its body to push it into the ditch, and behind it was a stone embankment nearly a meter high. The little wild boar could neither go forward nor backward!

This meter of height is nothing to Jiang Zhi, but to the little wild boar whose legs went weak with fear, it is an insurmountable wall.

Oh dear, what a poor little thing, I'll save you this once!

Seeing that the snake was still slowly swallowing its food, Jiang Zhi mustered the last bit of courage in her heart, who was afraid of snakes. She took two steps to the edge of the ditch, closed her eyes, reached out and grabbed the little wild boar by the hind leg from under the big snake, and ran away with it upside down!

At this moment, she no longer felt like the composed person she needed to be as a mother-in-law; she only regretted that her parents hadn't given her two more legs.

I ran until my feet were sweating, jumping over obstacles and climbing cliffs, completing my first marathon cross-country race.