"Wow, these wild boars are quite fertile. I counted twelve of them, nibbling on the roots of plants under the trees nearby."
The wild boar's fur is all black, but the wild boar babies it gives birth to are chestnut brown with many striped patterns.
The camp where everyone lived was now as lively as during the New Year. Those who had originally planned to travel had to put their plans on hold for the time being, and shaved and gutted the wild boar that had been ravaged by everyone's farm tools, short knives, and bows and arrows.
Put the pig blood in a bowl and sprinkle a little salt on it. Just like eating pheasant blood before, wait for it to solidify and then cook it into soup.
"Who has water left? We can pile up the pork with salt, and use the pig blood and offal in the stomach to make a soup with wild vegetables. After we're full, we'll have more energy and can travel a little further." Lin Pingmao shouted while leaning on a crutch.
If the pig offal were roasted, there would not be enough to share with so many people in the camp, so they had to make soup, which the adults and children could eat and drink to replenish their energy.
"I still have a little at home."
"I'm here too."
"I have one at home."
Everyone gathered the little water they had and poured it into the large iron pot provided by Lin Pingmao's family. Little by little, it accumulated to make enough water for stewing the broth!
The men skillfully cut the pork with knives. In order to hunt this big guy, every household contributed, so every household got a share of the meat, and everyone was as happy as if it were New Year's Day.
The three hundred pounds of pork were divided per person, with each person getting ten pounds. Of course, this already included the children. Families with more children would have an advantage at this time, but if there were more, it would only be one or two more, and since they were all relatives from the same clan, they didn't care too much.
Lin Pingmao's two daughters-in-law, Chen Zhi and Chen Mei, were busy around the big iron pot. The steam from the makeshift stove was boiling. The pig's blood and the large intestines cleaned in the puddle were thrown into the pot. Soon, an unpleasant fishy smell with a very complex mixed aroma of sporadic meaty fragrance wafted out.
"Yue..." Lin Rui, who had never suffered from hardship in food except when traveling, almost rolled his eyes and vomited out the pheasant soup he had just eaten when he smelled this smell.
What? This smells too bad! He knew he had to try to overcome it, but if he ate this unblanched pork with the broth and meat, would he really not vomit?
He could even see the blood foam swirling in the iron pot. Aunt Chen Zhi just used a spatula to skim off the foam and continued to stew, as if she didn't think the smell was bad at all.
The children were extremely happy about the extra meal. These half-grown kids had eaten their parents out of money. There was very little food available in a farmer's house, especially so much meat, which they could only eat twice in a year. Now they had to eat two meals in one day, and they were so unhappy that they were going crazy.
When their parents were on the road, they always said they were afraid of having nothing to eat or wear, but the children didn't think so. They are much happier now than they were in Linjia Village.
Sanliang's performance today made everyone in Linjia Village look at him with admiration. It seemed that they did not expect that such a half-grown child could be so strong that he could almost compete with a wild boar weighing more than 300 pounds. If he grows up in time, wouldn't he be even more powerful?
Feng Zhenniang had previously complained about Sanliang's gluttony, but now that she knew it was Sanliang who saved her son, her impression immediately changed. What's so great about being able to eat? Being able to eat is a blessing!
If he couldn't eat Sanliang, how could he have the strength to fight the wild boar? Otherwise, Rui'er's life would be in danger today. Didn't you see that it took so many people a long time to deal with the wild boar before they killed it?
Lin Rui went to see Sanliang. Fortunately, Sanliang had some scrapes, but otherwise was fine. Zhao Qing was a hunter who had been hunting in the mountains for years. He knew which plants and herbs were effective in stopping bleeding. He picked some herbs, crushed them with a stone, and applied them to Sanliang's injuries.
Sanliang was as innocent as ever. After being given a simple bandage by Zhao Qing, he and Xiaomu happily dug wild vegetables nearby.
Feng Zhenniang and Lin Susu pickled the ten pounds of meat that was allocated to them with salt. When going out, only enough food can give people a sense of security.
After half an hour, the meat stewed in the iron pot was finally cooked. Except for the offal, the wild boar's internal organs and the meat on the pig's head were all put into the pot.
Although the smell in the pot is a bit unpleasant, it is actually full of meat.
Chen Zhi knocked the wooden stake on the simple stove with a spatula: "Everyone, the meat is cooked, come and bring your bowls and chopsticks!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the people who had been waiting for a long time immediately took out their containers and stood in front of the pot, waiting with their mouths salivating.
Although offal tastes fishy and unpleasant, it is at least meat that can supplement fat. It doesn’t matter if it tastes bad. As long as the body’s nutritional intake is sufficient, the taste problem can be completely overcome.
Based on the principle of "one should eat it if he can", he went to get a bowl. While his family members were eating meat and drinking broth together, he, with his picky mouth from modern times, couldn't eat anything.
Seeing this, Lin Changxi couldn't help but ask, "What are you looking at? If you stare at it, it will grow a flower?"
Lin Rui gritted his teeth and awkwardly used the chopsticks made of tree branches to pick up the piece of meat and put it into his mouth. Oh my god! The fishy smell rushed straight to his head. The broth was turbid with oil and smelled so bad that it was almost bitter.
"Ugh!" He really wanted to swallow it hard, but his nerves told him that he couldn't do it. The price of this forced effort was not only that he vomited out the meat in his mouth, but also almost vomited out the chicken blood and wild vegetable soup he had eaten not long ago due to a chain reaction.
"Oh my, Rui'er, you are committing such a sin!" Lin Changxi looked at the piece of meat that Lin Rui spit out with heartache.
Lin Rui couldn't eat any more, so he poured all the meat in the bowl into Sanliang's basin: "Sanliang, you eat it."
"Master, aren't you hungry?" Sanliang was tempted by the full bowl of meat, and asked Lin Rui with concern.
"Not hungry!" Lin Rui shook his head. Although his golden finger was a bit useless, no one would let him go hungry if he was hungry.
"What a shame every day! He doesn't even eat such good meat. Just ignore him and let him starve. He is not even half as sensible as our Mu Tou and Niu Niu." Feng Zhenniang looked at her son with hatred. He was so grateful that he had meat to eat while fleeing from famine, but he still complained that it was not tasty. The food in the restaurant was delicious, but he still needed money to eat.
Looking at Mu Tou and Niu Niu again, the two children were quietly holding their bowls and eating happily, without any look of disgust at all.
Looking around the entire Linjia Village, there is no one else like Lin Rui who dislikes pig offal so much. It's really infuriating.
After the meal, everyone packed up and left quickly. There was enough food at the moment, and the wild boars were too small to make much meat from them, so they tied a rope around the pigs' necks and held the other end in the hands of adults or children.
We led them along the way, and when we stopped, we let them eat some wild vegetables and roots nearby. We would kill them and eat the meat after we got out of the mountains.
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