While eating, Su Qingluan looked at Su Guangfu and said, "Dad, can you help me later?"
"What?" Su Guangfu raised his eyelids. "Not only did you give me a jar of Shaodaozi, but you also want to trick me into doing something else?"
Su Qingluan was still a little tipsy at this moment because she had been using a scalding knife to rub the pork strips. She had inhaled a lot of high-concentration liquor vapor while breathing. Her cheeks were a little red. She spoke with a drawn-out tone and a bit of a coquettish tone: "But I still have the remaining half jar to go back. Dad, please help me one more time~"
As he said this, he wanted to pull Su Guangfu's sleeve.
Su Guangfu was still not used to being so close to his children. He pulled Su Qingluan's claws off his sleeve and said, "Talk nicely and don't touch me. You're such a grown-up girl, so be more steady." After a pause, he sighed and said, "Now, what do you want me to do?"
Su Qingluan pouted, but she didn't insist on pulling her sleeves anymore, and sat back down obediently: "Dad, go to the river and get two larger stones, about this size." Su Qingluan gestured in front of her, "I want to press down the marinated meat, so that it can absorb the flavor faster... hehe..."
There was something silly about that laugh at the end.
Yang looked at Su Qingluan. Her face was flushed and her speech was different from usual. She put her hand on her eldest daughter's cheek and exclaimed, "Ouch! It's a little hot. Could it be a fever?"
"Mother, I don't have a fever." Yang had been washing vegetables with cold water, and her fingertips were still a little cool. Su Qingluan felt the coolness was very comfortable, so she simply put her mother's hand on her face to cool down. "It's just that I used a burning knife to rub the meat for too long, and the smoke made me a little drunk."
"Oh, then why are you still making smoked meat? Let's talk about it tomorrow. Go to the house and rest today!" Yang said as she pulled Su Qingluan and dragged her into the house without saying anything.
"But the stone..."
"I know, I know. I'll ask your father to get it from the river later. I guarantee you'll see it when you wake up tomorrow!" As she said that, Yang pushed Su Qingluan into the quilt.
However, Su Qingluan was not really drunk after all. She just slept for half an hour and then woke up.
Walking into the yard, Yang was sitting in the soft warm light of the setting sun, processing the sewage for tomorrow's use. Considering that Liu Yunniang was still a novice, they still processed the sewage according to the previous quantity.
Hearing the noise behind her, Yang turned around and paused, "Hey, Daya, are you sober? Do you want some water? ... Your father took your younger brother and sister to the river, and they might not be back for a while."
Su Qingluan shook her head when she heard this: "Don't worry, mother, I'm sober now."
Seeing Yang dealing with the sewage, Su Qingluan wanted to help, but Yang waved her hand and said, "You go and rest, mother will be able to do it."
"Then I'll go see what happened to the pork strips." Su Qingluan turned and went to the place where pork strips were drying outside the kitchen.
The ground there was already dripping with a lot of blood, which dripped onto the flesh, forming dark red mottled marks that looked somewhat horrifying.
However, Su Qingluan touched the surface of the pork and looked very happy. Since she had just taken a nap, the skin of the pork was completely dry. She sniffed it closely and found that the fishy smell on the surface of the pork had been rubbed with the white wine, leaving only a faint aroma of wine.
Su Qingluan took the pieces of meat apart and placed them in a large basin. She then brought over an iron pan and fried the slightly yellow salt. After rubbing the salt in the pan, she began to rub the salt in the pork strips.
Although the pork skin has been slightly dry after being dried for a period of time, moisture slowly seeps out due to the absorption of salt, causing more salt to stick to the skin.
Su Qingluan coated each side of each piece of meat with salt. There was still a lot left at the end. She was not in a hurry and simply poured the remaining salt into the basin, filling the gaps between the pork.
After all the gaps are filled, pour the remaining salt on the surface of the meat strips and "bury" the meat strips in the salt.
At this time, Yang came in with a large basin of water. She looked in and exclaimed, "Such a grand way of pickling meat. I've only seen it in rich families before. I never thought we could use it at home."
When Su Qingluan heard what her mother said, she smiled and said, "It will get better and better." She hoped that in the near future, all the villagers would be able to "pickle meat in such a grand manner."
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan glanced at the cabinet where the dishes were placed - in the cabinet there were two palm-sized porcelain jars that she had carefully sealed. They looked unremarkable on the outside, but the things inside were a little special.
Counting the days, it’s almost time to get better.
There was a sudden noise in the yard. It was Su Guangfu returning with Su Xuanhe and Su Xueyan.
As soon as Su Xueyan entered the courtyard, she ran towards Su Qingluan happily: "Sister, sister! I found a very beautiful stone for you!!"
Seeing her sister's short legs moving very fast, Su Qingluan hurried out to greet her: "Hey, I'm telling you to be careful and don't fall." Before she finished speaking, the little girl giggled and threw herself into her arms.
"Sister, I'm dancing on the white one!"
"Yes, yes, you picked the best looking one!" Su Xuanhe, who was walking behind and helping Su Guangfu hold the shoulder pole basket, said helplessly - it had been more than a month since he went to Master Zhou, and this little monkey finally looked a little more steady.
Su Qingluan didn't really care about the color of the stone, but to cheer the little girl up, she silently said, "Oh, my Xueyan is so cute! The stone she jumped on is so pretty!"
"Do you like it, sister?" The little girl looked at her with her pair of black eyes blinking.
"I like it, of course I like it!" Whatever the cute little angel says is right!
After all this, Su Xueyan quickly got tired and went to sleep. Su Xuanhe wasn't sleepy yet, but he had to memorize his lessons.
Su Qingluan looked at the two stones that Su Guangfu had washed clean by the river, each bigger than her face, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Mother, do we have a basin this big at home?" Su Qingluan pointed to the large basin filled with pork strips, "Or maybe a slightly smaller one."
Yang thought for a moment and said, "We don't have a basin, but we have a round bamboo curtain for making dumplings. Will that work?"
As she spoke, she took down a cloth bag from the highest shelf, took out a round bamboo curtain from it, and patted the dust off it.
Su Qingluan gestured at the size of the bamboo curtain, nodded, and carefully wiped off the dust on it with a clean gauze - fortunately, since it was stored in a cloth bag, there was very little dust and it could be used after just wiping it.
The curtain was placed in the basin. Since it was just two circles smaller than the edge of the basin, it could be firmly pressed on the pork strips. Su Qingluan then placed two large stones on top and breathed a sigh of relief: This preliminary work is finally completed.
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