A large piece of pork fat was cut into small pieces and put into a black iron pot, and then half a bowl of water was poured in.

Use high heat to simmer slowly until all the water in the pot evaporates, and continue to simmer after the oil comes out. At this time, the fire below must be controlled. If the fire is too big, the oil will not turn snow-white. It must be simmered slowly over low heat.

During the process, you need to turn the pot over several times. The originally large lump of pork fat in the pot will gradually become smaller. Keep cooking until the fat residue in the pot turns golden yellow.

The little greedy kids had been gathering around the pig blood balls, asking the adults to let them make some too.

But how can a kid of this age really calm down and do these things?

When you say you want to do it, the essence is that you just want to have more fun.

Parents in cities may think that this is an opportunity to train their children to use their hands, but children who grow up in the village have no shortage of opportunities to use their hands, such as fishing in the water and stealing eggs from trees.

The parents were not tolerant at this moment, they waved their hands in disgust and told them to leave quickly.

The Xu family's pigs taste much better than pigs that are fed with grains. I think the pig blood balls must taste good too.

Some aunties even pinched a small piece of pig blood and tofu with their hands and tasted it.

Just one taste and you’ll know that the pig blood meatballs must be delicious.

Originally, raw pig blood can be eaten directly. In Meicheng, there are also dishes made by mixing raw pig blood with chili peppers, garlic, etc. However, people have become more and more particular about it, saying that raw pig blood is not very clean and the younger generation cannot get used to it, so this dish appears less frequently.

According to the older generation, the cold pig blood from the pigs raised at home does not taste fishy at all, and tastes just like eating cool jelly.

Since we can’t buy pork, we can’t waste any of the pig blood balls.

The little greedy kids didn't get the chance to make trouble. When they smelled the aroma of boiling lard, they swarmed over and chattered about the man who was boiling the lard.

"Uncle, how long will it take?"

"Uncle, I want to eat oil residue."

"Uncle, I want to eat too..."

Several little kids were calling "uncle" in unison and were circling around the stove. The man was afraid that the oil would splash on them and make them unsafe, so he told them to stay away from the stove.

He scooped a few pieces out of the pot and placed them on the stainless steel basin next to it. He grabbed some salt and sprinkled it on the oil residue, then handed it over.

"Take it, take it, wait until it's a little cooler before eating, otherwise you'll burn your mouth."

Several little guys got food, and one plate was carried by four or five hands from different places, moving in small steps to the small bench under the eaves. The unity and cooperation of several people did not seem like they were carrying plates, but more like they were doing something extraordinary.

The oil residue just out of the pan, when it cools down a little, will taste crispy in your mouth and have the unique taste of oil residue.

But it’s okay to eat one or two, but if you eat too much, it will feel greasy.

In addition to being eaten directly, the oil residue is also delicious when fried with chili peppers. The crispy oil residue will become softer and tenderer.

Xu Qingzhi imitated the child and stood by the stove.

The uncle who was boiling lard laughed at her: "What's wrong, are you greedy too?"

Although he said so, his hands had already scooped out a few oil residues with a colander and placed them in a small bowl beside him. "Take it and eat it."

"Thank you, Brother Wen." Xu Qingzhi took it happily.

She calls people "brother". After all, she is at that age now and she doesn't have the nerve to call people "uncle" like a child.

Xu Qingzhi was a little uncomfortable with it before. After all, he was taught since childhood that if he saw an older man or woman, he should call them uncle or aunt if he didn’t know them.

Xu Qingzhi was stunned for a moment, wondering how she became an aunt.

The entire university period was a process of desensitization to the term "Auntie". After entering society, she had completely accepted being called "Auntie" by little kids, and her original perception of calling people in their thirties and forties "Auntie" and "Uncle" automatically changed to calling them "Brother" and "Sister".

The oil residue had a crispy texture. Xu Qingzhi picked up the bowl and ate one. Dahuang came over wagging its tail and squatted in front of her obediently.

Xu Qingzhi handed the oil residue to it and fed it.

Dahuang stretched his neck and came over to smell it, then sat back down. He looked at her with his bright eyes, then looked at the ground, motioning her to throw it on the ground.

It won't eat the food in your hand.

Xu Qingzhi threw the food in front of it, and Dahuang immediately licked it into his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp without even chewing it.

After eating one, his round eyes became brighter, his tail swayed rhythmically from side to side, and he stared straight at the bowl in Xu Qingzhi's hand.

Xu Qingzhi ate one himself and fed another to it.

There's no point in feeding him more because the bowl is already empty.

Until a large pot of lard residue was fished out, the cooked lard was still brownish yellow. The lard was scooped into a stainless steel basin with a large round spoon. The oil was still hot, and the adults worriedly told the children not to go there.

Xu Qingzhi didn't feel sick of the food and ate a few more crumbs of oil. Then he packed the pork, rode his tricycle out, and went to the town to send a package.

My family hasn’t been selling vegetables recently, so I have to go to town myself to send express deliveries.

The packaged pork was sent to friends in Kyoto by fresh food express, and the small cedars dug out from the spiritual space along with the soil were also delivered to the endangered plant protection base.

The four young cedar trees have grown from fingernail-sized stems to sapling size.

After sending the express delivery, she sent the express delivery number and took a photo of the sapling to the person in charge of the handover.

The other party might be too busy and did not reply immediately. She put the phone back into her pocket and drove the tricycle back.

Three days later, Xu Qingzhi received a deposit into his bank card.

Even though she said no, the organization still gave it to her.

The spring water from the back mountain was originally sold to Jiang Zhan’s boutique supermarket. Later, she found out that the spring water did not appear in the boutique supermarket and was bought from Jiang Zhan by the organization at a high price.

Now that Xu Qingzhi has joined the organization, there is no need to go to Jiang Zhan to buy second-hand goods. You can directly contact Qingzhi. Money still needs to be spent, and Xu Qingzhi's price is 50% off.

Soon, Fuwang Farm Spring Water was officially launched in boutique supermarkets.

As soon as the spring water went on sale, it became popular among the wealthy circles in Kyoto.

You have to know that at this time, it would be rogue to talk about toxicity without considering the dosage. For example, the problem of heavy metal residues in rice will only be dealt with when it exceeds the standard.

However, the products from Fuwang Farm have been tested by testing agencies. Not only are they pollution-free, but they are also rich in nutrients. Even the spring water is no exception.

The launch of spring water in boutique supermarkets has led to a significant increase in sales of other products in the supermarkets.

Xu Qingzhi didn't know all this, so when Jiang Zhan came and asked her if he could sell more spring water, she refused without hesitation.

After all, you can always make enough money, but water resources are not inexhaustible and should be used in moderation.

Even with the cheating tools of the aura array and aura space, Xu Qingzhi is determined to protect the environment. (End of this chapter)