After eating the apple, Chen Qiangwei clapped her hands and said, "Get ready to make lard!"
When Wang Xiaomai heard this, he stuffed the last bite of the apple into his mouth and said, "I'll cut the fat."
She was secretly delighted as she discovered Sister Weiwei's little secret. Sister Weiwei was a good cook, but she seemed to really dislike other tasks besides cooking, such as washing vegetables, cutting vegetables and washing dishes.
Following Chen Qiangwei's instructions, Wang Xiaomai deftly cut the fat into strips about one centimeter thick and as long as an index finger. Soon, two kilograms of fat was cut.
There are three ways to make lard: one is to add water, one is to boil it with oil, and the other is to boil it dry.
Chen Qiangwei planned to use the first one because the lard boiled with water is white, fragrant and has no fishy smell.
She first poured half a bowl of water into the pot, then put the chopped fat in, and stirred it slowly when the pot boiled.
Slowly boil the water in the pot dry. After the fat is boiled to produce oil, add pieces of ginger, green onion and star anise into the pot. This will make the lard more fragrant.
"Don't use such a big fire, make it a little smaller." The fire is too strong, and the oil residue will turn black in a while.
After hearing this, Wang Xiaomai pulled out the firewood from the stove, leaving only the smallest one. "I know, Sister Weiwei." She sniffed and could already smell the aroma of lard.
As time went by, the aroma became stronger and stronger, and soon, golden oil residue floated on the oil.
Chen Qiangwei scooped out the oil residue and put it in a bowl, and put the lard aside first, and then poured it into the oil can after it cooled down.
Twenty pounds of fat was cut into one or two pound pieces and is now placed in the space.
Looking at the golden and steaming oil residue, Chen Qiangwei picked up a few pieces with chopsticks and put them in another bowl, sprinkled a little salt on them, and picked up a piece for Third Grandma first.
"Third grandma, try it and see how it tastes." And she let Wang Xiaomai, who was swallowing hard, make enough food and clothing for herself.
Chen Qiangwei threw a piece into her mouth, and with a crisp "crunch, crunch" sound, the oil burst in her mouth, mixed with the salty taste of salt, salty, fragrant and crispy. Well, it still tastes like when she was a child.
"This is the most delicious thing I have ever eaten in my life." Wang Xiaomai sighed.
Although Gu Sannai had lost a lot of teeth, she was still chewing slowly, savoring the crispy and fragrant oil residue.
"How old are you in this life? People have a long life ahead of them." Grandma Gu San looked into the distance, her thoughts flying to some faraway place.
Two pounds of fat produced one and a half pounds of oil, and the small oil tank was almost full. Chen Qiangwei looked at the oil tank with satisfaction. She thought that in the future, the old lady would never move a stool to supervise her while she was cooking.
Fat has the highest oil yield. Before going to the countryside, Chen Qiangwei specially found a classmate from high school with whom she had a good relationship. This classmate's father was the workshop director of a slaughterhouse and had some power. She asked him to help buy 20 kilograms of fat and 20 kilograms of pork belly. Chen Qiangwei gave him a thank-you gift in the form of one kilogram of meat coupons and five yuan.
It is cold now and the wind is strong. When the wind blows, the fragrance lingers over the Sophora japonica brigade.
Many people in the Huaihua Brigade smelled the fragrance, especially in the brigade's intelligence center (next to the brigade's drying field), where many women sat sewing shoe soles, mending clothes, and chatting about gossip.
"Who's making lard? It smells so good!"
"Wang Erlian is not your family, is she? The new educated youth bought a lot of things from your house, and you made a lot of money." The person who spoke seemed to be jealous.
"That's right, you're a bit stingy. Give us some to try."
"My family doesn't have that ability. Is fat meat so easy to buy? I'll give you money, and you buy it for me. You can take as much as you want." Wang Erlian rolled her eyes at the person who said the sour words.
In her heart, she cursed those who called her stingy. Her family had earned their money through their own efforts, so there was no point in being jealous. Besides, who wouldn't eat the good food at home before leaving?
"It should be the captain's house. His child, Xiaowu, is coming back from the city today." Another person rubbed the needle against his scalp and continued to mend his child's pants.
As soon as these words were spoken, the topic turned to Gu Xiaowu from the captain's family.
"Gu Xiaowu graduated from high school this June, right?"
"Yeah, I don't know whether he will stay in the city or return to the team after graduation."
"Of course I'll stay in the city. Isn't it a hundred times better to eat commercial grain in the city than toil from dawn to dusk in the brigade?"
"Is the team leader so capable? Why are the second and third sons of the Gu family still digging the ground at home?" People who didn't know the situation asked curiously. You know, the eldest son, Gu Lao Da, was still working in the cannery of the commune.
"Hey, the amazing ones are Liu Jinhua's second sister and brother-in-law. They are..." Someone who knew the situation kept the audience in suspense and only continued after they had enough attention.
Care for the country.
"A-choo, A-choo!" Gu Anyang suddenly sneezed twice in a row, which scared Liu Jinhua.
Liu Jinhua immediately stood up and hurriedly asked, "Xiaowu, what's wrong with you? Do you have a cold?" She touched her son's forehead with her hand.
"Ling'er, quickly get a blanket and cover your brother. My poor little Wu, just to have meat for the family, rode his bike all the way back from the city in such cold weather. Not only did he get hurt from the fall, but he also caught a cold.
You all have to be filial to your uncle in the future, okay? Without him, there would be no meat today!"
While Liu Jinhua cares about her son, she also does not forget to brainwash her grandchildren.
"Got it, grandma. We will be filial to our uncle and save all the delicious food for him in the future." The little radish licked his lips when he thought of the meat he tasted at noon. The pork was really delicious.
Gu Anyang leaned back to avoid Liu Jinhua's hand, "Mom, it's okay, my nose is just a little itchy."
Gu Ling'er curled her lips, spread out the blanket and threw it at Gu Anyang, "There's not even a scratch on his skin. He looks very strong and healthy, not like he has a cold at all. If you ask me, you should pay more attention to the bicycle.
When Dad comes back and sees the bike is broken, your precious son will definitely get beaten."
Wang Zhaodi, who was mending her son's clothes, was used to her mother-in-law's partiality. But even though she was used to it, she couldn't help but feel sour. However, there were some things her sister-in-law could say that she didn't dare to say.
Wang Zhaodi looked at the bicycle in the yard with some schadenfreude. If Xiaowu was the apple of her parents-in-law's eyes, then this bicycle was the treasure of her father-in-law.
The apple of my father's eye and the treasure in his palm clash with each other, and I don't know how my father-in-law will choose.
In the yard, Second Brother Gu and Third Brother Gu were circling around the bicycle, touching the frame with heartache. A small piece of paint had fallen off in the middle of the frame, and it was hard to see if you didn't look carefully.
Old Lady Gu slammed the table and said, "He dares? I'll give him three times the courage! Xiaowu, you sit next to grandma in a while, and I'll see who dares to touch you."
Gu Ling'er and Wang Zhaodi rolled their eyes in private. Oh, they forgot about this old Buddha. As long as this old Buddha is around, no one, not even the Lord, can touch Gu Xiaowu.
Chen Jinhua rubbed her mother-in-law's shoulders in a fawning manner and said, "Yes, mother, you have to hold on for a while, Xiaowu depends on you." The head of the family got angry and didn't listen to anyone except her mother-in-law.
Old Mrs. Gu moved her shoulders with enjoyment, "Put a little more force on the left side." Then she said disdainfully, "You are useless. You can't even control a man. Back then, your father was so obedient to me."
Chen Jinhua: ...If I could get hold of Gu Aiguo, you would probably jump up and scold me.
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