Chapter 68 Guess what this is? Chamber pot.
Qi Guang and Lu Cheng arrived in the county town and went straight to the farmers' market.
Not long after, a man came out carrying a big box.
From time to time, there were flapping sounds coming from inside.
The smell inside came out from the holes on both sides of the box, causing Lu Cheng to frown.
Qi Guang saw this and said to Lu Cheng:
"Wait for me a moment."
He turned and entered a grocery store on the street. No one knew what Qi Guang said to the owner, but when he saw his smiling eyes, the owner came out with scissors, tape and hemp rope.
"Young man, are these the two boxes?"
"Yes."
The boss was very efficient. He tied the two boxes together with tape and then connected them with hemp rope.
"Young man, do you think this will work?"
Qi Guang lifted the hemp rope and smiled at the boss:
"Okay, very strong! Thank you, boss!"
"You're welcome." The boss nodded at Qi Guang and the others and returned to the store.
"What did you tell your boss? Why is he so eager to help you?"
“The people here are very welcoming.”
Qi Guangshun said this as he carried both boxes over.
"Let's go buy some ingredients and skewers for the roast lamb."
Lu Cheng reached out to take it:
"Give me the box."
Qi Guang pulled back his hand holding the box and said:
"Forget it. I think if you hold it for a while longer, you'll vomit it out, and then you'll drown the chickens I worked so hard to buy."
"Hey, isn't that a bit disgusting?"
Qi Guang smiled and felt the same way.
"Old Qi always says I look like a young master. Compared to you, I feel like I'm just a butler!"
Netizens in the live broadcast room loved listening to the two bickering:
[Hahahaha, I'm afraid Qi Guang will say, 'My real name is Long Aotian.']
[Liu Bo's bangs have scars. Brother Yundan's bangs must be protected by me, Qi Aotian!]
【Dick Yangzai: You guys are really good at picking up on the gags.】
Lu Cheng looked at the live broadcast room with a confused look on his face, as if he didn't understand the meaning of the three words "Long Aotian".
Qi Guang smiled and said, "You've reached your blind spot."
After buying the seasonings for roasting lamb, Qi Guang turned around and went into another store, and came out after a few minutes.
Holding a small and exquisite wooden barrel in his hand, he passed it to Lu Cheng:
"Guess what this is."
Lu Cheng thought for a moment and said:
"Chamber pot?"
Qi Guang: “…”
Qi Guang turned and left, carrying the box in one hand and the wooden barrel in the other.
Lu Cheng chased after him, still asking, "I guessed right, right?"
When netizens in the live broadcast room saw Qi Guang like this, they couldn't help laughing:
[By the way, did the anchor just roll his eyes? ]
[Little Mouse on the Prairie: That's Brother Yundan, who can make little brother so angry.]
[Hahahaha, chamber pot!! Brother Yundan, you really don’t have any common sense at all!!]
The two of them were very efficient in their shopping, and it took less than two hours from the time they set out to the time they returned to the yurt.
Qi Guang quickly placed the chickens he bought into the cage.
Five five-black chickens and five red Yao chickens.
Divided into two cages.
Perhaps because they had been cooped up in the box for too long, the chickens started chirping as soon as they saw the daylight.
Qi Guang scattered some chicken feed on them and left them alone.
The two entered the yurt and cleaned up briefly.
Qi Guang took out the lamb leg and said to Lu Cheng:
"Can you cut meat?"
Lu Cheng shook his head honestly.
"Can you skewer meat?"
Lu Cheng thought about it and nodded.
"Okay, wait."
Qi Guang took out the chopping board and quickly deboned the lamb leg, while silently thanking the system in his heart.
With a flick of the knife, Qi Guang chopped the sheep bones into several pieces.
Put water and bones in the pot, cover the pot, and start boiling over high heat.
Then he cut the tender mutton into thumb-sized pieces, rinsed it again and handed it to Lu Cheng.
"Here, give it to me!"
Lu Cheng took the basin, found the sticks he bought from the county town, and was about to start when he was stopped by Qi Guang.
"Put this on."
It turned out that they were disposable gloves he bought in the county town.
"The skewers are sharper on this end, so if you accidentally poke your hand while skewering the meat, it won't touch the raw meat, which is safer."
"You don't need to put too much meat on one skewer. Five pieces is enough."
"It's best to have four lean ones with a fat one in the middle, so they will be very fragrant when grilled."
Lu Cheng rolled up his sleeves, put on gloves obediently, and started skewering the meat.
Qi Guang almost blurted out: "What is that?"
Lu Cheng raised his right wrist and turned it, then said calmly, "This?"
Qi Guang could tell at a glance that it was a penetrating wound.
Maybe Lu Cheng has a scar-prone constitution, so the scars from his wounds are quite obvious.
"During a fencing match, the opponent stabbed me."
Qi Guang's breathing slowed down. "The tip of the sword is broken?"
Lu Cheng nodded and said, "When the opponent attacked, the tip of the sword broke somehow. He couldn't stop at that time. Unfortunately, I was also unable to stop."
After he said that, he took a stick and quickly poked it into the air, as if demonstrating the scene to Qi Guang.
"Does it hurt?"
"Well, do you think the mutton hurts?"
Qi Guang also felt that he had asked a very stupid question...
"It doesn't hurt anymore, but it does ache a little on cloudy days."
Lu Cheng said these words with a smile, but Qi Guang regretted very much that his mouth was faster than his brain.
"Tsk, what's with that expression on your face?"
Qi Guang knew that his expression at the moment was "I really deserve to die, I died because of talking too much!"
Lu Cheng's smile widened instead of diminishing: "Can you grill some more meat for me later?"
"become."
Qi Guang agreed and took out the mare's milk he had gotten from Uncle Kormuhan's house that morning.
By the way, he took out the wooden barrel he bought from the county town.
After cleaning it very carefully, pour the mare's milk in, then take out a special wooden stick and start stirring in a clockwise direction.
When Lu Cheng saw this scene, he felt very bad.
The netizens in the live broadcast room seemed to have been waiting for this moment for a long time. After seeing Brother Yundan's unnatural expression, the barrage of comments began to scroll rapidly:
[Look at Brother Yundan’s expression, I’m dying of laughter!!]
[Yangle Sheep: What's wrong? Why does he have this expression when he sees the anchor making kumis?]
[Dick Yangzai: Go ask your leader, maybe he sees the whole picture better than you do.]
[No wonder the little brother walked away so quickly just now. Brother Yundan, I have to say, you are really a bit offensive.]
[You two will definitely offend each other.]
"Is this used for brewing wine?!"
"What else?"
"Ah, I saw one on your cabinet and thought it was...an everyday item."
Qi Guang's movements paused for a moment, and he laughed in anger:
"So, you think I'm the type to offer up a chamber pot?"
Lu Cheng was obviously a little flustered when he was skewering the meat...
"I...I didn't mean that, but you know you never play by the rules..."
Qi Guang raised his head and gave Lu Cheng a murderous look, and he shut his mouth.
"That bucket is old. Buy a new one that's cleaner. Aren't you worried that a young master like you, a daughter of a wealthy family, might get diarrhea?"
Qi Guang looked up at the ceiling and said something serious:
"Alas, the grassland's ecological environment can no longer withstand human disturbances."
Lu Cheng pursed his lips, and the tips of his ears turned slightly red.
He picked up a skewer and stabbed it into the mutton quickly, firmly and steadily.
Here, Qi Guang put the wooden barrel into an aluminum pot filled with clean water and started heating it.
Qi Guang stirred it repeatedly, causing the temperature of the mare's milk to continue to rise during the violent turbulence and impact.
"Do you like sweet food?"
Lu Cheng nodded.
Qi Guang sprinkled a handful of sugar in, stirred it again for a while, and then added the wine yeast.
Finally, Qi Guang took out the wooden barrel and placed it on the table to let it settle slowly.
"The process of making kumis is very simple. The key is to clean all the containers used."
After that, he took out a large glass bottle and funnel from the cupboard, scrubbed them carefully and wiped them clean.
Then slowly pour the kumis in the wooden barrel into the glass bottle through the funnel.
"The optimal fermentation temperature for kumis is 28 to 32 degrees Celsius, and it can usually be consumed after 24 to 48 hours of stagnant weather."
"The shelf life of kumis is generally about one year. If it is opened, it is recommended to drink it as soon as possible."
Lu Cheng had almost finished skewering the mutton. Qi Guang looked at his watch and saw that it was just lunchtime.
Qi Guang moved the stove outside the yurt and set up the charcoal. Soon, the flames began to emerge from the gaps impatiently, eager to try.
Then he went back into the house, poured the cooked milky white soup into a long-spouted pot, and took it out.
Qi Guang was too lazy to find the live broadcast angle and directly handed the live broadcast equipment to Lu Cheng.
Lu Cheng understood, took the device and pointed the camera at Qi Guang.
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