Jiang Xue took a look and then looked away.
The archers started a pheasant game while the others started cutting bamboo.
Jiang Xue went alone to look for winter bamboo shoots.
Regarding winter bamboo shoots, Jiang Xue vaguely remembered a saying: "Winter bamboo shoots before the ninth lunar month are rotten in spring, and after the ninth lunar month they are in full bloom during the Qingming Festival."
This sentence means the time to harvest winter bamboo shoots. In other words, winter bamboo shoots before the winter solstice generally will not grow into bamboos, and only winter bamboo shoots after the winter solstice can grow into bamboos.
Now is probably the best time to go looking for winter bamboo shoots.
Unfortunately, Jiang Xue didn't know how to find winter bamboo shoots. Even though she followed the bamboo to look for bamboo shoots and dug the soil for half a day, she could only find three or four bags of bamboo shoots.
Such a small amount of bamboo shoots is really not enough to look at, but at least she saw hope.
So she called a few people over and asked them to continue digging along the place she had dug.
By the time the archers returned happily with a large number of pheasants, they had already dug half a basket of winter bamboo shoots.
Xiaoxi asked her curiously: "Snow Witch, what is this?"
"We'll talk about it when we get back." Jiang Xue had been standing here in the cold wind all morning, and she was almost frozen. She blew on her hands and warmed them. "When we get back, we'll use this to stir-fry bacon."
She hadn't expected to find so many winter bamboo shoots today, but with just one hoe from that kid Heitu, they ended up digging up so many.
"Can this thing be eaten?"
"Of course I can eat it. Otherwise, why do you think I would come here to dig the soil for nothing?"
Speaking of which, Jiang Xue didn't know whether it was because the winter bamboo shoots had started to grow or for some other reason, but digging in the bamboo forest was much less labor-intensive than digging in other places.
Xiaoxi's face was full of disbelief, and he looked disgusted: "I don't want to eat it!"
Jiang Xue hummed and said, "Remember what you said. I'll cook it when we get back, but you mustn't eat it."
"I absolutely won't eat it. Whoever eats it is..." Xiaoxi thought for a moment, "a pig."
Jiang Xue didn't say anything else, just smiled at him, and then she unceremoniously threw half a basket of winter bamboo shoots to him and asked him to carry it back.
When he returned to the tribe, Chimu had already killed three rams and had people pull four or five baskets of cabbage and radishes from the ground, ready to start grilling.
Jiang Xue took the winter bamboo shoots out of the basket and began to peel them.
Winter bamboo shoots look plump, but once the skin is peeled off, the tender white flesh inside is revealed.
Xiaoxi still looked disgusted: "How do I eat this?"
Jiang Xue rolled her eyes at him and said, "Shut up! I spent half a day digging up just a few winter bamboo shoots. Do you think I'm here to complain?"
Xiaoxi rubbed the back of his head innocently, and A Guang suddenly said leisurely: "Snow Witch, do you need a bamboo stick?"
Everyone burst into laughter immediately.
It looks like we have dug up half a basket of winter bamboo shoots, but once we peel off the skins, there is not much left to look at.
Jiang Xue cut three or four winter bamboo shoots, mixed them with bacon and fried them in a clay pot. She threw the rest to the cooks and asked them to stew them with the mutton.
Shexue quickly fried the winter bamboo shoots and smoked pork. Just smelling the tempting aroma made her swallow several times unconsciously.
It’s rare, it’s really rare!
She had been thinking about eating winter bamboo shoots before, but that time, she took a shovel and the result was that she didn't dig up any winter bamboo shoots, but the shovel was broken first.
Fortunately, she was fully prepared today, the shovel was not broken, and the winter bamboo shoots were dug out.
Now that it's cooked, just smelling the aroma makes her mouth water, and she wishes she could eat the whole pot of food all by herself.
But she is not the kind of person who eats alone. Although the amount of fried winter bamboo shoots with smoked pork is relatively small, she still tries to let everyone have a small piece.
Unexpectedly, after the meal, the first person who actively suggested going to dig winter bamboo shoots was Xiaoxi.
Jiang Xue glared at him and asked, "Who was it that said in the bamboo that if he ate it, he would be a pig?"
Xiaoxi immediately yelled "ang ang" twice, causing everyone to burst into laughter.
The fried winter bamboo shoots with smoked pork are ready here, and the stewed winter bamboo shoots with lamb are also on the stove over there.
Several grandmas were turning over sheep intestines.
At their feet, there was a pile of sheep offal, sheep fat and other things.
According to her previous habit, Aunt Cao would throw the sheep fat into the septic tank behind the pigpen.
Jiang Xue quickly called out to him, "Madam Cao, wait a moment. Give me this sheep oil. I can use it."
Aunt Cao looked at her in confusion: "Xue Wu, what are you going to do with this sheep fat?"
Jiang Xue smiled and said, "Just leave it to me, and you can just take care of the rest."
Then she found a large ceramic bowl, cut a handful of mutton fat, threw it in and started frying.
"Oh, how did you fry your food? It smells so bad!" Aunt Cao said with a look of disgust, pinching her nose.
"I didn't say I wanted to eat it!" Jiang Xue said to her, "Grass Auntie, please keep an eye on it for me while I make something."
It was winter now, and Jiang Xue didn't know where to find rush. She didn't want to run out to look for it in such a cold day, so she took a thin hemp rope, found a bamboo tube of suitable size, broke it in two, and came to Aunt Cao.
"Grass Auntie, there's nothing for you to do here, go and do your own thing."
Aunt Cao said nothing and joined the women who were cleaning the sheep intestines.
It doesn't take much time to boil such a small amount of mutton fat. In a short time, Jiang Xue had boiled the oil. She wrapped the bamboo tube that was broken into two halves with a hemp rope, placed it on the ground, and poured the mutton fat into it.
After pouring the mutton fat, she carefully arranged the hemp rope that served as a candle wick.
The mutton fat did not solidify, and the hemp rope always had its own ideas. Jiang Xue patiently moved it to the ice surface, and the hemp rope soon stopped moving.
Next, she placed the bamboo tube on the firewood shed where she had stored miscellaneous items yesterday, intending to freeze it overnight.
After finishing these things, Jiang Xue went to look at the chickens again.
The chickens were all kept in coops, but there was nowhere else to put them. If they were put in the cave, the stench would fill the air in a day, and no one would be able to stand it. If they weren't put in the cave, they would get sick or even die from the cold weather.
Later, a firewood shed became vacant, and Jiang Xue had people surround the shed with straw mats on all sides, and then put the chickens in the shed.
Now, when you enter this chicken coop, it always stinks.
Jiang Xue sighed. They had absolutely no sense of hygiene. No matter how much she said or how well they promised, as long as she didn't catch them, they would show their true colors.
Fortunately, I once got angry with them and told them that as long as it snowed, they must sweep the snow from the sheep pen every three days. Although they were not very diligent in doing this, at least the snow on the top of the sheep pen was not the same thickness as the snow on the ground.
It's just the hygiene situation...
She really has a headache.
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