Rebirth: Farming Skillfully with a Mrs.

Entering December, every household in the village began to kill the New Year pigs.

At this time, the ice has been frozen. After killing the pigs, some ice is shaved from the river and transported to the courtyard. The pork is cut into small pieces and buried in the ice and snow.

Nian Xiaomi's house also started to clean up the pork.

He picked out the big bones, saved a piece for lunch, and cut some fat and thin front-stuffed sausages.

For the remaining pork belly, Aunt Liu cheerfully cut them into long strips and evenly spread coarse salt on them.

The fresh pork that has just been slaughtered cannot touch water, it must be directly smeared with salt, and then handed over to Yan Mo and Gu Yunfeng to rub vigorously, rubbing the salt into the meat as much as possible.

The kneaded pork belly is put into the big tank layer by layer.

After that, the pork head, ears, tongue strips, trotters, ribs, etc. are all marinated and put into the tank.

When all the meat is marinated, the half-person-high vat is full.

The big vat was placed in the main room. Yan Gui and Gu Yunfeng pressed the cured meat tightly, covered it with a bamboo plaque, which played the role of ventilation and covering the dust, and it could be dried in half a month!

Nian Xiaomi and Aunt Liu were busy cleaning the internal organs again, and the men went to fetch water from the well.

I was busy until noon before I cleaned out the internal organs.

At this time, it was obviously too late to stew the bone soup. Grandma Qi cut some pork liver, made a pot of fried pork liver with onions, and made a pot of frozen tofu and braised pork.

Nian Xiaomi fried a plate of hot and sour potato shreds and fried beans with eggplant, cooked a vegetable and egg drop soup, and spread some corn tortillas.

Lunch is about to be served, and the boys are still watching others slaughter pigs in the village!

Niuniu dragged Lingyun and Xiaoli out of the hospital, and went to the village to urge them to come back for dinner.

Hearing Niuniu's voice from afar, Yuhu and the others were concentrating on dividing up the pork, when the second dog next to him said, "Yuhu, your wife is calling you!"

Yuhu listened carefully, and it really was Niuniu's voice.

He slapped Er Gouzi on the head, "What nonsense!"

Er Gouzi also slapped back, and the two boys laughed and mingled together.

When the well-behaved Xiao Li saw it, his heart felt sour...

Soon, the children ran home together, thinking of eating meat at noon, they wished they could fly back to the yard with their wings.

Nian Xiaomi stood guard at the gate of the yard, holding a twig in his hand, waiting for the boys who came back.

They were all wearing thick padded jackets, and they passed through the courtyard gate like a whirlwind.

The twig in Nian Xiaomi's hand just touched Erli at the back.

The branch was very fragile and broke right next to him, Erli ran towards the hall without noticing.

Nian Xiaomi laughed and shouted, "Go and wash your hands, do you want to eat if you are dirty?"

Yuhu was obedient, and took his younger siblings to the kitchen to wash their hands.

Grandma Qi divided the tortillas and said "eat it", and the children stretched out their chopsticks to pick up the braised pork.

There is a lot of meat today, and adults don't have to worry about the baby, they all eat with their stomachs open.

Niu Niu picked up a piece of oily braised pork, raised it to her mouth, licked it slowly, and Nian Xiaomi wiped her mouth with a handkerchief from time to time.

She got tired of eating one piece, so Nian Xiaomi picked up two more pieces of pork liver and kidney, until she shook her head like a rattle, and then let her eat some potatoes and cabbage.

Nian Xiaomi now loves Niu Niu very much, because she is always afraid that one day, someone from the palace will come and really take her away.

He often looks at Niuniu in a daze: This well-behaved and cute baby has the blood of the royal family in his bones...

After the meal, Aunt Liu boiled the lard cubes over a slow fire until the whole pot of fat cubes melted into transparent lard and fried into golden oily residue.

The oil dregs are crunchy, scooped up for the children to eat, and the lard is scooped into the oil tank to cool naturally, turning into snow-white frozen lard.

After a short lunch break, everyone was busy filling sausages again.

The front leg meat has been cut into small pieces, and Nian Xiaomi mixes the seasoning prepared in proportion with the meat evenly, and puts it aside to marinate for flavor.

He couldn't bear the strange smell of pig intestines, so Aunt Liu and Shui Yunyan did the scraping of the casings.

The two sat on the bamboo stool, carefully scraping the casings from the pig farm.

Granny Qi picked up the pig's blood and went to the kitchen to make blood skins. The blood skins were cut into small strips and spread on bamboo plaques to dry. Afterwards, the stewed vegetables were delicious.

When the meat is marinated, the casings are scraped out.

Aunt Liu took out the small bamboo tube made by Yan Mo, put it on one end of the casing, and slowly stuffed the meat into the bamboo tube.

Nian Xiaomi and Shui Yunyan cooperated, slowly squeezed the meat down, and tied it with a cotton rope after filling it for a while.

Aunt Liu still had a needle in her hand, and if there was a small air sac in the sausage, she would prick it with the needle to release the air.

The stuffed sausages were coiled in bamboo plaques, and Aunt Liu lifted the rope buckles on the sausages and hung them under the eaves to dry.

At this point, the babies and the fat monkey have another sacred task: stay in the courtyard and drive away the birds.

The sausages are hung to dry every day, and many overwintering birds will smell the aroma and fly to peck the sausages.

This is the most intolerable thing for children!

They can only look at the sausage and salivate every day. How can a bird grow its wings and take the lead?

They held bamboo poles tied with red satin and took turns to stick to their posts. Whenever a bird appeared, they rushed up and waved the bamboo poles to drive them away.

The sausage defense battle officially kicked off.

Immediately afterwards, the battle to defend bacon will also begin.

Until the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the bacon marinated for half a month was completely delicious.

Aunt Liu and others took the bacon out of the vat, tied it with cotton ropes, took some out to dry to make bacon jerky, and hung the other part on the stove with iron hooks, and slowly smoked it with smoke from pine and cypress branches. Meat.

The bacon was taken out, and Granny Qi refused to pour out the remaining bacon water in the tank, and planned to soak the tofu for the New Year.

Today is the Laba Festival, and it is customary to eat Laba porridge.

Laba porridge is actually a porridge that puts everything in, and its characteristic is that the ingredients are "messy".

Nian Xiaomi picked out ribs and pieces of meat and washed them clean.

Grandma Qi brought a large pot of beans, including red beans, soybeans, cowpeas, mung beans, peas, peanuts, lotus seeds, and longan.

Anyway, grab a handful of the beans in the warehouse.

After that, I also grabbed a pot of rice, glutinous rice, corn dregs, sorghum, and red dates.

Aunt Liu washed these and mixed them together, poured them into an iron pot, then added minced diced meat and pork ribs, lit the firewood and started to simmer slowly.

Nian Xiaomi went to the vegetable garden to pull some radishes, and went down to the cellar to get some sweet potatoes, cut them into cubes and added them to the stew.

Laba porridge has been simmered for an hour, and the miscellaneous ingredients are very sticky, colorful and beautiful, exuding the aroma of beans and meat.

When the Laba porridge was served, the whole family ate it with big mouthfuls.

A bowl of fragrant, sweet and warm Laba porridge carries people's wishes for the New Year.

This is also the delicacy that Nian Xiaomi longed for when entering the cold winter when he was a child.

He loves Laba porridge the most, and feels that this is a testimony of the whole family's hard work for a year.

The lips and teeth are fragrant, and the years are condensed. Drinking a bowl of mellow Laba porridge in Laba is also a proof of diligence and thrift in housekeeping, bitterness before sweetness.

"Why do you put so many beans in Laba porridge?" Er Li asked.

"What about corn?" Yuhu also asked.

"Why do you need to put meat and bones?" Niuniu was also curious.

"I still have peanuts in my bowl." This is Xiao Li.

Grandma Qi put down her chopsticks and said:

"Laba porridge boils all kinds of grains together, which is our farmers' gratitude to our ancestors and gods. We thank them for their gifts and blessings this year, and pray for good weather and abundant grains in the coming year.

Yan Shubai also smiled and said: "At the same time, it is also a warning to us to cherish food and not waste any grain."

He picked up a chopstick of thick porridge, "These grains are planted, watered, and harvested hard by my brothers, and the pork is also credited to you cutting pig grass every day!"

The children were all excited when they heard that they had contributed to it.

Nian Xiaomi went on to say: "Then let me teach you a poem. It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat drips down to the soil. Who knows that the food on the plate is hard work."

The children read along together, Yan Mo looked at his daughter-in-law's learned look, little stars of love flew out of his eyes.

Yan Shubai even put down his chopsticks and asked Nian Xiaomi for advice on the meaning and source of the poem.

"This is a Tang poem about pity farmers, the author is Li Shen."

"Tang poetry?" Yan Shubai scratched his head, and Nian Xiaomi remembered that their dynasty is probably earlier than the Tang Dynasty...

Then, the little naughty came out and began to teach them to read the verse of change:

"It's noon on the day of hoeing, my brother has worked so hard, playing mahjong in the morning and fighting the landlord in the afternoon!"

"It was noon on the day of hoeing, and it was so painful to grow flesh. I looked in the mirror in the morning and cried all morning."

After reading a few passages, Yuhu was extremely clever, found the pattern, and even composed a poem:

"It's noon on the day of hoeing, and it's really hard to go to class. A small broken book can sit all morning."

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After the family is full, they rest to digest food.

After the lunch break, the men helped Grandma Qi grind the tofu.

These days, Nian Xiaomi suffered from hemorrhoids again, so naturally she wouldn't let Yan Mo get close.

In addition, I was idle in the twelfth lunar month, and I had nowhere to vent my strength, so I just relied on pushing the grinder to dissipate my anger.

He turned the millstone whirring loudly, Grandma Qi laughed and scolded: "Oh, Mo Wazi, push it slowly! You've ruined the mill!"

Nian Xiaomi smiled and went forward to pinch her, and whispered in a low voice, "You can't use up your strength, can't you? Then help you... to slap each other's babies tonight!"

When Yan Mo heard this, he was ecstatic!

Almost jumped up excitedly!

He slowed down the grinding speed, tired but not tired, just a little dizzy, and then changed to Sister Lanhua.

The children also wanted to try the mill, but it was too heavy, so they gave up and swarmed into the backyard to play with the animals.

After grinding the beans and filling a few vats of soy milk, the rest of the work was left to Granny Nian and the others.

Two boards of marinated tofu are ready, cut into pieces, soaked in a bacon jar for half a day, wait for the salt in the water to seep into the tofu, take it out and put it on an iron frame, and slowly smoke it with the smoke from burning rice husks.

The next day, at dawn, Nian Xiaomi's family woke up.

The stove was burning, and the main room was filled with a strong warmth.

I'm going to winter fishing today, so I have to eat a good breakfast so that I can have energy.

So, Nian Xiaomi decided to make a meal of dumplings.

He fished out a sauerkraut from the jar, and chopped up the remaining oil residue and mixed it with stuffing.Sauerkraut oil residue is a perfect match, and the dumplings are fragrant and not greasy.

The family also came to help, and the dumplings were made quickly when there were many people. Even the fat monkey squatted beside him, wrapping them in a decent way, with extremely flexible little paws.

"Yuhu, you're not even as good as a fat monkey." Nian Xiaomi quickly rolled out the skin while rubbing against Lin.

"That's right! My forte is eating dumplings." Yuhu is self-aware...