After dinner, Xiangye cleaned up the kitchen while the others continued to fight with the meat.
Mao took on the most difficult task, cleaning the stinky intestines.
Following Wen Xi's instructions, he took some salt and wine, then carried the basin outside the backyard wall and washed it next to the toilet. He called it "stinks of the same kind."
She took some seasonings and found a stone mortar and handed it to Ye Erniang. She pounded it into a paste, a job for someone with strong muscles.
Wen Xi planned to make some bacon and some sausage. Half would be salty, and the other half would be spiced. Since the spice was limited, she'd just make do.
Ye Erniang had originally planned to go back this morning, but ended up being so busy that she ended up spending another day. She hurried back to the county just as the sun was setting. She still had to keep up the business at the shop.
Wen Xi had to stay a few more days because she had to pickle bacon.
Put the seasoned bacon in a clean jar and seal it.
He hung the sausages under the eaves.
After doing all this, it was already very late.
After a quick meal, they were back to dealing with the pile of bones and hooves. Gu Shengmo was too young to endure the wait and went to sleep.
It's almost summer now and the temperature is too hot. If this thing is left overnight, it will definitely go bad.
You can hang yourself in the well, but when you think about the pig smell when you drink the water, forget it!
Soaking pig offal in well water overnight shouldn't be a problem. So Wen Xi sprinkled some salt and wine into the basin and soaked the offal, minus the large intestine, in it.
Xiangye was burning the pig's trotters in the backyard.
Mao fished out the blanched bones and placed them on the table next to the stove. He turned around and asked:
"Xi'er, are all these bones ready to be stewed? Are they edible?"
Wen Xi finished her soak, walked to the chopping board, chopped some green onions and ginger, and took out some seasonings, then replied:
"It's okay, mother. If it's not braised completely, it will go bad. Braising it now and letting it simmer overnight will make it flavorful and tender. When the time comes, send some to Grandma Du and Xiaoya. Send some to Master as well. We'll have enough leftovers."
"Okay, I'll listen to you. I think we should stay out of the kitchen when you're home. Come on! I'll help you. I've never done this before."
"Hey, look at what mother said, why is it so sour? You are enjoying the blessing of your daughter's filial piety in advance, you should be secretly happy!"
Wen Xi scooped some oil into the pot and threw in a handful of sugar.
Mao, who was stoking the fire, twitched his lips. He wanted to say something to stop wasting food, but then he thought that the meal that others had made would be out of his mind if he didn't see it!
When the sugar was slightly burnt, Wen Xi put the bones into the pot and stir-fried them until they were golden brown. Then she added the scallions, ginger, seasonings, and white wine.
Finally, add soy sauce for coloring and salt. Pour water over the bones. Done!
When we built the house, we made two stoves, one large and one small, and a small clay stove for boiling water and stewing soup.
The one for stewing bones is the largest stove. A big pot full of bones is satisfying just by looking at it.
Xiangye also came in with the processed pig's head and trotters, smelling of burnt pig hair.
Mao hurried over and took it with a distressed look:
"Hurry up and take a shower. There's hot water on the small stove. If it's not enough, there's also hot water on the clay stove. We'll do the rest."
Xiangye couldn't stand her own smell, and seeing that nothing was wrong, she obediently went to the adobe house to take a shower.
When the houses were first built, there was not much space in the two adobe houses, so one was used to store miscellaneous items and the other was used as a bathing area. Although it was called a bathing area, it was actually just a few bathtubs.
The cost of building a bathroom was too high, and Mao firmly disagreed. Wen Xi had no choice but to give up.
After Xiangye scooped out all the water in the small stove, Mao put four pig's trotters and a pig's head in, added a few buckets of cold water, and started to light the fire.
Wen Xi found some soybeans and prepared to stew the pig's trotters with them.
They were busy until late at night, and Mao told Wen Xi to take a shower before going to bed.
"Mom, I'm really sleepy. Let's wash it tomorrow!" After saying that, he went back to the room with half-closed eyes and threw himself on the bed.
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