The happy little days of the Ye family

Thinking about setting up a chicken pen at home, Tangshan deliberately did not go to town to drive the bullock cart to attract customers today, but stayed at home to help.

After breakfast, the father and son went to the backyard and started working.

When the bamboo was in the bamboo forest, Tang Xiaojing had cut it into a bamboo pole as tall as a person.

The father and son used machetes to break the bamboo pole into four smaller bamboo poles. The father and son were very strong and managed to make a pile of bamboo in a short time.

Ye Xilin came over at this time and brought a lot of bean sprouts, both soybean sprouts and mung bean sprouts.

When Tang Xiaojing was delivering spring bamboo shoots last night, he mentioned that he wanted to build a chicken coop at home, and Ye Xilin came here to help.

The three of them were all familiar with the job, and their hands and feet were very nimble. It took them an hour to handle all the bamboo.

Ye Qingqing was so busy that he was sweating profusely, so he brought a pot of warm chrysanthemum tea over and asked the three of them to rest for a while.

Then he took out all the remaining lard residue at home, mixed it with salt and sesame seeds as snacks, and gave it to the three of them.

The happiest person was Ye Xilin, whose mouth was full of grease.

"Sister, you're doing well with your lard dregs. Your skills are almost catching up with grandma's."

Ye Qingqing joked: "You glutton, what will you do if you marry a girl who doesn't cook well in the future?"

"That won't work. I want to marry a girl who cooks as well as my mother." This was Ye Xilin's only request.

"What if the girl you like doesn't know how to cook, so you don't want her?" Tang Xiaojing teased him deliberately.

"You should be able to learn it if you ask your mother to teach you, right?" Ye Xilin scratched his head and thought seriously.

"That's not necessarily the case, and not everyone can learn it as quickly as your sister."

"I don't have a girl I like, let's talk about it later."

Ye Xilin felt that his sister was urging him to get married again, and his head suddenly started to hurt. He was still young, so there was no need to worry.

After eating the oil residue and drinking the tea, Ye Xilin urged Tang Xiaojing to start working, and then drove Ye Qingqing away.

People in the village get married early, usually at the age of seventeen or eighteen, but there are also many who get married in their early 20s.

Ye Xilin is tall, and although he still looks childish, his eyebrows and eyebrows resemble those of Ye Mu, and he is still very good-looking.

The Ye family was well off, and Ye Xilin was good at raising pigs to make money. There were many girls in the village who wanted to marry him, but he didn't know how to get married.

Ye Qingqing didn't care about him. When he met the person he liked, he would know that he was anxious.

After the bamboo is broken, it is necessary to firmly insert the bamboo into the ground and then reinforce it with hemp rope.

There are only a few people in the family, so Tang Xiaojing thinks that 5 chickens are enough, so the chicken pen does not need to be too big, it is almost as big as a sleeping room.

Ye Qingqing thought that Ye Xilin would definitely stay for lunch at noon, so he specially made rabbit meat stewed with dried mushrooms, pheasant stewed spring bamboo shoots and stir-fried bean sprouts.

However, Ye's mother had already warned Ye Xilin not to stay for dinner. When it was time for dinner, Ye Xilin said he would go back to feed the pigs, and then slipped home.

Ye Xilin was not lying. The big pigs and little pigs at home were all waiting for him to feed them.

Ye Xilin came over to help again in the afternoon, and Mr. Ye came with him.

When the grandfather and grandson came over, they also brought a bucket of fish. They were all fish raised in a large puddle and drank mountain spring water.

Mr. Ye knew that Ye Qingqing liked to eat fish in the puddles, so he went to Xiaohoushan to fish them back in the morning.

Tang Xiaojing took the bucket and poured the fish into the pool in the backyard.

There were a total of 3 large grass carp and 6 palm-sized crucian carp, which was enough for their family to eat for a while.

Originally, Tang Xiaojing planned to raise 5 chickens, but Mr. Ye said that Ye Qingqing would be pregnant and would drink chicken soup to replenish her health.

Tang Xiaojing thought that if he worked so hard, he might get pregnant right away. After setting up the chicken coop, he would quickly raise a batch of chicks.

The chicken pen is also much larger than originally thought. It must be able to house at least twenty chickens.

During pregnancy and postpartum period, you need to drink chicken soup, and you need to raise more chickens.

Several people were busy building a chicken pen in the backyard, and Ye Qingqing was also busy making pot meat in the kitchen.

Ye Qingqing took out two small clay pots, washed them and boiled them in boiling hot water.

Then put it in the sun to dry the water in the clay pot. There should be no water in the meat of the pot, otherwise it will spoil quickly.

The pork belly bought yesterday has been marinated for a day and a night, and the salt and wine have already penetrated into the skin and meat.

Ye Qingqing poured half of the lard cooked yesterday into the pot and brought the lard to a boil over low heat.

When a lot of bubbles appeared in the pot, Ye Qingqing used a pair of long bamboo chopsticks to carefully put the marinated pork belly into the oil pot and fry it slowly over low heat.

You have to be very patient when frying, and fry slowly over low heat. If the fire is too high, the outside will be burnt and the inside will be uncooked, and it will go bad after a few days.

The meat in the pot is slowly fried until golden brown and can be easily pierced with chopsticks, which means it is fried.

The fried pork belly is still in chunks, crispy on the outside but soft and waxy on the inside, fragrant but not greasy.

Several people working in the backyard smelled the strong aroma of meat, and the gluttons in their stomachs were aroused.

Dahuang and Xiaohuang had been waiting in the kitchen for a long time, constantly circling around Ye Qingqing's feet, drooling all over the floor.

Ye Qingqing brought in the two cleaned clay pots. The water drops in the pots had long been dried in the sun.

Ye Qingqing used chopsticks to place the fried meat piece by piece into the two jars, stacking them neatly with the skin side up.

Put the meat into the clay pot, and then pour the oil from the pot into the clay pot. The oil in the clay pot must cover the meat inside, otherwise the meat will spoil.

Seal the meat inside with oil and put it in a cellar with a low temperature, and it will not go bad for half a year.

Jar meat is very durable. Every time when the New Year pig is killed, every household will make a lot of jar meat and save it for eating slowly.

After the chicken pen was surrounded, a few people used remaining bamboo and some straw to build a small shed for the chickens in the chicken pen to shelter from the rain.

The few people moved very quickly and set up the chicken pen in one day.

After the chicken coop was set up, Tang Xiaojing immediately put the five black-bone chickens at home into the chicken coop.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the chickens were released, Dahuang and Xiaohuang grinned and screamed outside the pig and chicken pen, scaring the hens inside into a mess.

Dahuang and Xiaohuang often hunt in the mountains. When they see chickens, they are very excited and want to pounce on them and bite them.

When Ye Qingqing heard the sound, he was afraid of scaring the hens in the chicken coop, so he hurried over and chased Dahuang and Xiaohuang away.

As soon as Ye Qingqing left, Dahuang and Xiaohuang came to the chicken pen to scare some hens, and then received a heavy beating from Tang Xiaojing.

When Ye Xilin and Mr. Ye went back, Ye Qingqing gave Ye Xilin a jar of prepared meat and asked him to take it back.

When working in the backyard in the afternoon, Ye Xilin had already smelled the smell of the jar of meat. He felt happy as he took the jar of meat from Ye Qingqing.