I didn't want to bother with the piglet at first, but since the meat was delivered to my door, I won't be polite and will just accept it.
After hunting a wild boar, we didn't stay on the mountain for long, especially since there were even fewer mushrooms today; most of them rotted shortly after the sun came out.
After collecting several sacks of mushrooms, Tang Baozhu decided to head back. Since it was already her second trip, she was quite satisfied with the harvest.
The two went straight home, and as soon as they got home, Tang Baozhu and Feng Yi divided the work.
Tang Baozhu continued stringing her mushrooms, while Feng Yi began to gut the piglet, putting all the internal organs into a separate wooden basin. The good parts were picked out, and the bad parts were thrown away.
Tang Baozhu moved a stool and sat on the corridor, watching Feng Yi clean up the little wild boar in the yard. She watched him cut the wild boar into strips, dig a small pit on the side of the yard, and put a frame on top of the pit. It was obvious that he was going to smoke the wild boar meat into cured meat.
"Brother Yi, isn't it too hot to smoke cured meat in this weather? I'm worried it will spoil before it's gone, which would be a shame."
"They won't spoil. Although it's a bit hot now, once the meat is smoked, we'll hang it on the stove in the kitchen. The smoke from cooking will continue to smother it, preventing it from spoiling. It can last a long time."
Seeing how certain he sounded, Tang Baozhu didn't say anything. Perhaps this was how cured meat was made in the South; she just hadn't seen much of it.
String all the good mushrooms together. The corridor is covered with a dense array of mushrooms. It will take several days to dry them all, since mushrooms contain a lot of moisture.
After the mushrooms were skewered, Feng Yi was smoking the pork belly. All that was left were two pig hind legs, a foreleg, and some bones and internal organs.
There was a lot of lean meat on the hind leg, and with the meat cut from other parts of the hind leg, it felt like there was about half a basin of lean meat.
Feng Yi felt that the weather was so hot that they definitely couldn't finish eating them all by themselves, so he decided to clean the intestines and make them into sausages. He remembered that the little girl seemed to like salty food, so he thought she would like it.
"Baozhu, do you have any objections to making sausages from the remaining lean meat?"
How could Tang Baozhu have any objections? It's not like she's doing the work. Someone who just waits to be served has no right to complain. "I have no objections. Anyway, everyone just waits to be served. You just do it, and everything you make is delicious."
Tang Baozhu still acknowledged Feng Yi's culinary skills. Although she had been through so many worlds, her cooking skills were still quite good. However, there were always those talented people who could easily make dishes that tasted better than those that others had painstakingly researched.
In her mind, Feng Yi was a person with great talent.
When it was almost noon and time to cook, Tang Baozhu went to the kitchen to prepare the meal on her own initiative. Even though Feng Yi was worried and followed her around, it didn't dissuade her from doing so.
She didn't want to become a burden to Feng Yi, nor did she want him to be on a mission while worrying about his wife who had no food at home. That wasn't what she wanted.
Tang Baozhu felt that this was too difficult. She clearly knew how to cook, but she had to pretend that she couldn't, and she even burned the dish. It was extremely difficult. Fortunately, she finally managed to cook a plate of burnt food.
That's it! Feng Yi even said she's improved. It's really hard to imagine how terrible the little girl's cooking must have been for Feng Yi to praise Tang Baozhu for improving so much.
Later, Feng Yi realized that cooking might be too difficult, so he told her to learn how to make steamed buns. Even if she couldn't cook, if she could make steamed buns, she could eat them with mushroom sauce for several days, so he wouldn't have to worry about his wife going hungry.
When it came to dinner that evening, Baozhu was asked to learn how to cook porridge, specifically the kind made with plain white rice.
No matter what Tang Baozhu did, she could never cook the kind of porridge that would burn dry. In fact, the porridge was so dry that it was almost like a meal, and Feng Yi even praised her for cooking it well.
Tang Baozhu felt that today had been too difficult for her. Fortunately, Feng Yi would be going to work tomorrow. She would definitely prepare the meal in advance when he got off work at noon, and then deliberately put less salt or more of something else in it. That would be a kind of progress.
Time passed slowly, and it took about half a month for Feng Yi to realize that his wife could cook.
Although the taste wasn't great, as long as it was cooked and he didn't starve, Feng Yi felt very fortunate. At the same time, he felt sorry for his wife, thinking that the little girl who couldn't cook when she was young had now slowly learned to cook, and that she had really suffered a lot.
Every time Tang Baozhu saw the look of heartache in Feng Yi's eyes, she would feel guilty. But after feeling guilty, she would feel justified. After all, her body belonged to him now, so there was nothing to be guilty about.
About twenty days later, my period didn't come on the day it was supposed to, so I knew that good things had happened. Even though I had already guessed that I would get pregnant while taking the fertility pills, I was still very happy.
I was planning to tell Feng Yi that evening to cheer him up, but he rushed back in the afternoon, packed a couple of clothes, told Tang Baozhu that he was going on a mission and that he didn't know when he would be back, and then he ran off.
This prevented Tang Baozhu from having time to tell him the good news, so she had to keep her thoughts to herself and wait until he returned.
Anyway, he lived to be seventy or eighty years old in his previous life, so this is just a mission. She's not worried at all. Even if she gets hurt, it won't endanger her life.
However, after Feng Yi went on a mission, Tang Baozhu, who never used to go out, had no choice but to go out.
Because she hadn't come down the hillside for five consecutive days, a political instructor from the army came to visit her, or rather, to check on her situation. I didn't go out, worried that something might have happened at home.
This made Tang Baozhu feel both heartwarming and amused. Even when her husband wasn't home, the leaders in the military would come to check on him to make sure he was doing well in the military. It was a way of giving her husband an explanation for being away from home.
From then on, Tang Baozhu gradually started to go out more, so as not to cause trouble for others.
Although she might not go to the small shop near the military base, she would still go down from the house to the hillside and work in the fields to pass the time.
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