Chapter 136 White Porridge and Salted Duck Eggs
Zhao Yeqing lay on the pillow, and Mu Xi placed his big hands on her lumbar spine and pressed.
She buried her head in the pillow and screamed in pain.
He frowned and said distressedly,
"You can't do this, you need to apply medicine."
We only have ordinary medicinal oil at home, and the one bought from the pharmacy is of average effect. But at home in the mountains, we do have medicinal wine made by my grandmother using herbs she collected herself, but it's a pity that it's out of reach.
Mu Xi poured the medicinal oil into his palm and rubbed it to warm it up, then lifted her clothes and coaxed her softly, "Bear with it."
Zhao Yeqing didn't have time to be shy about this first time of "skin-to-skin contact". She felt that her waist was about to break.
The muscles are sore and painful, and after pressing hard, the soreness and swelling go straight to the top of the head.
It wasn't until her skin turned red that she felt a slight relief.
My skin finally seemed to regain consciousness and I could feel the warmth of the medicated oil pressing against my skin.
Seeing her frown gradually relax, Mu Xi heaved a sigh of relief and pulled down his clothes to cover her.
"Now there are many medicinal herbs that cannot be found. When the weather gets warmer, I will go and find them all to make medicinal wine. Of course it would be best if I can't use them."
Zhao Yeqing felt comfortable after the massage and was a little drowsy.
Mu Xi helped her pull up the quilt and said, "Sleep a little longer, I'll call you later."
Zhao Yeqing uttered "hmm" in a daze.
She had plowed the field yesterday, but had not yet weeded or fertilized it. Mu Xi put a rope on the horse and went out.
When I returned home after fertilizing the land and sowing grass seeds, Zhao Yeqing had not woken up yet. He remained lying on the pillow without moving.
Mu Xi woke everyone up, "Get up and eat. If you're still sleepy, eat until you're full before going back to sleep."
Zhao Yeqing had slept enough and felt refreshed after being woken up.
"No more sleep."
She stood up, her waist still aching. Suddenly she remembered something and asked, "Is the wine yeast almost ready?"
"Probably, I haven't had time to see it yet."
Mu Xi went to the kitchen to cook noodles, and Zhao Yeqing stepped on a stool to take the winnowing basket filled with koji from the top of the cabinet.
Gently peel off the hay and pine needles on top, and you will see that the gray balls inside are covered with fine and dense white hairs.
If there is no yellow or black hair, it means the fermentation is complete.
Zhao Yeqing took the dustpan into the kitchen and said, "Take a look."
Mu Xi's hands were still clean, so he reached out and picked up one. The gray ball was fermenting and was a little warm.
"It looks okay, but I don't know how it will turn out when made into wine. It's hard to find cloves and poria cocos right now, otherwise it could be made even better."
Zhao Yeqing held the dustpan and shook it left and right, and the gray balls on it rolled off the white mycelium on the surface.
"I'll take it out to dry first. After it's dried, we'll know whether it's good for making wine."
The fermented koji must be dried so that it can be stored for one or two years without going bad.
It would be better if I remembered to make koji when the weather is warmer, so that the fermentation will be better.
The dried vegetables are basically all done. There has been sunshine during the day recently. We dry them for a while and then take them away at night. We take them out again to dry the next day. Now they are almost dry.
The eggplant, which was originally diced, shrunk to the thickness of a little finger.
They were all sealed in plastic bags and placed in the original main house.
Since it was decided that this room would be used for storage in the future, Zhao Yeqing thought that he could build a wooden shelf to place things on.
She moved all of the owner's belongings aside and covered them with old and unwanted sheets to prevent them from getting dusty. Even though the owner was gone, it was still a good idea to keep the things for him.
Mu Xi cooked a pot of porridge today, and the pot was bubbling.
"Ah!" Zhao Yeqing understood immediately when he saw the porridge, "Is it time for the salted duck eggs?"
Mu Xi laughed, "Yes, you can come and see if it's ready. If not, I'll cook another dish. I still have some bacon and shredded radish left from yesterday."
She took out the clay pot containing the duck eggs. The red mud covering the duck eggs had dried and become hard.
I took two and knocked off the soil layer, and then boiled them in water.
The secret to making the pickled duck eggs oily is to cook them in an old-fashioned pressure cooker. Zhao Yeqing put the eggs in and pressed them for half an hour.
When the porridge becomes thick, the duck eggs are also cooked.
Use chopsticks to pry open the air valve on the pressure cooker to release the air. If the valve is loose, unscrew the pressure cooker.
Use a soup spoon to scoop out the duck eggs and let them cool down. Also serve the porridge and let it cool down.
Zhao Yeqing held his breath when he opened the duck egg. Once when he was making salted duck eggs in the summer, the eggs went bad.
The smell of rotten duck eggs lingered in the house for two days before it dissipated.
It smells worse than sheep and cattle pens.
Crack the duck egg open to reveal the white egg white inside.
She didn't dare to breathe, holding her breath and pinching her throat to ask, "Come and smell it, does it stink?"
Mu Xi was so angry that she laughed, "It's not smelly, it's not smelly, I just picked it up, right?"
Zhao Yeqing took a deep breath after hearing that. Only when he found that he did not smell any odor did he dare to breathe freely.
She immediately made up, "This is good, I'll leave it to you."
Generally speaking, as long as the egg has no cracks and there is one good salted duck egg in a bucket, it means that the whole batch is good.
Sure enough, when I opened the other one, it was also good, exuding a light salty fragrance.
Gently poke the duck egg with chopsticks, and the red oil inside will come out immediately.
"It's done!"
This is the most successful one she has made, probably because it is made with red clay. When it is made in the city, it is pickled in salt water, so the oil production is relatively less.
The weather is cool, and the porridge will no longer be hot after being left to cool for a few minutes. The salted duck eggs with red oil and the thick white porridge are perfect as the first meal in the morning.
Although the plain porridge tasted good, it always left her a little unsatisfied.
Zhao Yeqing smacked his lips and said, "Let's eat rabbit tonight." Eating meat is the right thing to do.
There are still more than twenty rabbits left outside.
The weather has turned cold recently, so they haven't been giving birth as frequently.
Mu Xi started digging a hole in the middle of the rabbit pen next to the awning.
A hole was dug that was 40 centimeters wide and slanted down to a depth of two meters. There was a space of more than one square meter inside.
Zhao Yeqing took a handful of hay and let Mu Xi lie in it as a cushion. He also covered the entrance of the cave with a layer of hay to block the wind.
The rabbits had become accustomed to them coming in to feed them, and when Zhao Yeqing walked over to grab the rabbits, none of them resisted.
The rabbits were gray, white, and yellow, all furry. Only one little rabbit, the size of a palm, was left, and the others were all stuffed into the hole.
Although these little guys have so much hair on their bodies, they are actually not very cold-resistant. They will not come out of their holes unless they lack food in the winter.
Zhao Yeqing generously stuffed a basket of grass into their feed.
She fed the one that was left behind a few more mouthfuls of grass and let it serve as her hand warmer for the entire afternoon.
After the weather turned cold, every night her hand warmers would either turn into paste or snow cakes.
When the two came back from hunting at night, they saw the rabbit in Zhao Yeqing's hand and showed expressions of disbelief on their faces.
She felt guilty for a moment.
Look at the rabbit in your hand, and look at Huhu and Xuebing who are standing at the door with their eyes wide open and their paws raised frozen in mid-air.
"How about you listen to my explanation?"
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