They probably didn't even know it was a medicinal herb, but does Shanshui Village have it too...?
The lunch break in Shanshui Village today was particularly lively.
Children and adults alike eagerly awaited the meal, so much so that they couldn't even concentrate on picking mushrooms, all waiting for their families to call them for dinner.
When someone from a particular household came to call for help, the others looked on with envy.
The same applies to the old village chief's family.
Wang Guifen was in charge of making lunch. Apart from her, her father-in-law, and a few children, everyone over eight years old in the family went to pick mushrooms!
Unlike the rice exchange, this time the children were exceptionally proactive because they were exchanging meat and eggs.
They won't eat the rice they exchanged for; the rice will be exchanged for dark flour and coarse salt or sold for money. But the meat and eggs will definitely go into their stomachs!
Wang Guifen first rendered half a pound of pork fat into oil, then scooped the clear oil into an oil jar and waited for it to solidify and turn white.
The pork cracklings were placed in another earthenware jar and sealed.
Pork cracklings keep well and can be eaten carefully over the next few days.
Then, render the fat from the pork and pour the oil into the oil container to replenish the oil supply when food is scarce.
Add the stir-fried fatty pork to the chopped potato chunks, stir-fry evenly, then pour in boiling water and simmer together.
I shredded half of the lean pork and stir-fried it with green peppers, making a whole bowl of stir-fried pork with green peppers.
Slice the other half and stir-fry it together with the soaked dried shiitake mushroom slices.
I made a refreshing and appetizing cold black fungus salad—where there are many mountains and trees, there are many mountain products.
I took out three more eggs, thought about it and added two more, and made a big bowl of loofah and egg soup.
This meal isn't bad compared to the New Year's meal, considering that we didn't even dare to buy three pounds of pork for the New Year!
Wang Guifen was very satisfied with the meal she had prepared.
The head of the household, his younger brother, and his sisters-in-law were all very satisfied when they brought back the mushrooms.
The children gathered around the table, their eyes glued to the screen.
"Sister-in-law, you didn't do it all, did you?" Li Wu swallowed hard and asked blankly.
With so much meat in every dish, it tasted delicious, but he wished he could eat it for several more meals.
Zhang Hui and Zhao Lan remained calm. They were both good cooks and could tell at a glance that the meat hadn't been used up yet.
Then I heard my sister-in-law laugh and say, "This is all mixed with meat, how could it be three pounds? Don't worry, you'll have meat for lunch and dinner too."
Not only today, but tomorrow too!
Lean meat soaked in well water won't spoil tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow we'll have pork cracklings to eat, and later we'll have pork fat to cook with.
If you do the math, picking mushrooms for just one day can yield enough meat to eat for several days! That's a real bargain.
"Strange, there's meat again tomorrow!" Li Qiang muttered.
Li Wen, being the eldest brother, was much more mature. He pondered, "Speaking of this year's floods, our family has basically not suffered."
Li Wu immediately chimed in: "Yes, Dad reminded us to prepare plenty of firewood, and we didn't worry about the heavy rain and the fact that everything is wet now."
The crops in the fields were clearly doomed, but we planted over ten acres of potatoes and managed to harvest nearly 20,000 jin (10,000 kg), enough for the family to eat until next year with some left over. With a sufficient food supply, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
"More than that, the torrential rain brought in five or six catties of mutton. Even if you three brothers dig ditches and build dams, you'll still have enough to make a living!"
"Now we can even eat meat again. I never dared to dream of such a life before," Wang Guifen said with a smile.
Not only Wang Guifen dared not imagine it, but the people in the village felt the same way.
At this moment, except for a few households, the aroma of meat wafts from every meal in Shanshui Village.
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