In fact, Huaxi Village is located relatively far north in the entire Shengchao, so there are three or four months of cold winter with snow every year.
If you go further south, you can hardly see any snow in winter.
Even according to what others had said, Su Qingluan felt that the degree of coldness was basically comparable to the temperature near Shanhaiguan throughout the year in her previous life.
So she was a little confused. How could the pickled bacon go bad in such a cool climate and when they were willing to use salt?
Is it really because the quality of the previous salt was not up to standard and there were too many impurities?
However, after Yang finished speaking, Su Qingluan knew where the problem lay.
"Mother, since we've finally chosen pork that's not diluted with water, why do we soak it in water?" Su Qingluan said with a wry smile, "It will make the meat rot."
"But if we don't soak it in water, what will we do with the blood inside?"
Su Qingluan looked at the pork on hand: "Although it's not as fat, it's almost the same as pork belly." She looked up at Yang, "Don't worry, mother, I will naturally find a way."
As he spoke, he took out a knife and cut the extra pork into several large pieces according to the texture and area, and then brought over the roasting knife he got from Su Guangfu.
Yang was waiting for the jar of wine: "Isn't this the jar of Shaodaozi that your father treasured the most?"
Su Qingluan looked at her mother with a smile: "I told my father that if he gave me this jar of wine, you wouldn't be angry with him, so my father gave me this jar of wine."
Yang was stunned when she heard this. The corner of her mouth seemed to be about to turn up, but she suppressed it: "Now you know you are afraid of making me angry, what were you doing earlier?"
Although he was still saying harsh words, his voice was noticeably lower and his tone was not as angry anymore. It was obvious that he was not as furious anymore.
Su Qingluan thought to herself: Mother, you have a sharp tongue but a soft heart, and you are such a tsundere!
Of course, she didn't have the courage to say exactly what she had said to complain about her own mother.
She turned her head to look at Yang who was busy preparing dinner and asked, "Mother, how long will it take for dinner to be served?"
"Probably less than half an hour." Yang said, putting the beaten meat filling aside and starting to chop vegetables.
Su Qingluan calculated the time in her mind and asked, "Mother, how long will you use this stove next to you?"
"That pot of steamed buns is out of the oven, so we don't need them anymore," Yang turned and asked, "Do you want to make the pork?"
"I want to stir-fry."
As Su Qingluan spoke, she placed the cut pieces of meat into a basin of appropriate size, repeatedly smeared the Shaodaozi on each piece, and rubbed it constantly, not leaving out every wrinkle and every inch of each piece of pork.
She rubbed each piece of meat back and forth several times. When Su Qingluan felt that her hands were wrinkled from being soaked in wine and her head was dizzy from the smell of alcohol, she finally finished "rubbing wine" on all the pork. Su Qingluan transferred the meat to the bamboo poles outside.
The rack built with bamboo poles is very simple, but it consists of two bamboo poles placed side by side about an inch apart and fixed in the yard with hemp ropes. It is usually used to dry pickles or salted fish.
To prevent the fishy smell, Su Qingluan had even rubbed it several times with a scalding knife. After the alcohol had evaporated, she placed the pork, which had been rubbed with alcohol, on the stove to dry.
Fortunately, after Su Qingluan modified the cuts, the pieces of meat were all in long strips. Su Qingluan didn't need to string them together further, she just had to put them on the bamboo pole.
The pork that had been "rubbed with wine" for half a day had already eliminated most of its unique fishy smell and was now emitting a faint aroma of wine.
The basin where the pork had been placed was filled with blood, rubbed out by the alcohol. Even under the bamboo poles where the pork was drying, small drops of dark red water soon accumulated.
Su Qingluan took out the "frying pan" that she hadn't used for a long time, scooped some salt from the big bag of salt she had bought before with a dustpan, and poured it into the center of the frying pan.
In an instant, a small "hill" rose in the center of the pan.
On the other side, Yang heard the noise and turned around, then was shocked: "So much salt?!" It looked like it was at least six or seven pounds if not eight or ten pounds!
Su Qingluan nodded: "If you want to marinate meat, salt is essential."
Yang felt a little distressed about the "extravagant" way of spending salt, but thinking that the family had no shortage of money for buying salt, and that most of the money was earned by her eldest daughter, she felt that as long as her eldest daughter was happy - after all, the money was basically earned by her, and as long as she didn't do anything harmful to the world, it didn't matter how she used the money.
As long as she is happy.
Thinking of this, Yang's originally frowned brows loosened: "Since you have a plan, mother will listen to you."
Su Qingluan nodded with a smile, and added star anise, pepper, bay leaves, cinnamon and other spices to the salt. When the pot of steamed buns was out of the pot, she lowered her head and pressed the air outlet downwards, and took out two pieces of firewood that had not been burned yet, reducing the fire in the stove to the smallest possible level.
Then, she began to carefully stir the spices wrapped in salt with a spatula, first slowly moving the spatula along the bottom to stir the salt upwards.
Su Qingluan stir-fried the salt very carefully and meticulously. She kept a close eye on the salt, stirring it evenly and not too fast, until the color of the salt gradually changed from snow-white to a slightly yellowish color. Then she lowered her head, pulled the vent down completely, and extinguished the fire in the stove.
The salt that had just been cooked was even hotter than boiling water. Su Qingluan had no intention of using any magical skills like Iron Sand Palm, so she just put the "frying pan" on the stove and didn't dare to move it.
Su Qingluan turned around and looked at the pork strips drying in the shade: Although the alcohol evaporated very quickly, it seeped into the pork when it was rubbed, causing blood to seep out of the meat.
In this way, the pork will not be easy to "dry out".
At this time, Yang had also prepared dinner and invited Su Qingluan to eat.
Su Qingluan thought that the pork still needed to be dried for a while, so the whole family went to the yard to cool off and have lunch.
Perhaps because they realized that Yang's anger had subsided a lot, the two little guys, Su Xuanhe and Su Xueyan, gradually switched to the "chirping" mode after their initial silent eating mode.
"Sister, sister," the little girl Su Xueyan pulled Su Qingluan's sleeve and shook it back and forth, "Why do we have to hang all that pork in the yard? Can't we just eat it directly?"
"Well... this way we can preserve food for a longer time." Su Qingluan thought about it and told the child in a simple way what the so-called "cured meat" was.
The two children only half understood what she was saying, so Su Qingluan simply kept them in suspense, "You'll know what's going on after a while!"
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