A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

When Wu Dahu went up the mountain without Song Qinghan, his hunting speed was much faster.

Before Song Qinghan woke up, he had already brought back a wild roe deer.

This wild roe deer weighs a full five kilograms, enough to feed two people for a long time.

He cut off the most tender part of the wild roe deer, skewered it with bamboo sticks and put it on the fire.

When the meat was about to be roasted, he sprinkled some shredded ginger and chopped green onion on it. Seeing that the two fully stimulated the aroma of the roe deer meat, he nodded in satisfaction.

Song Qinghan got up following the scent, just in time to meet Wu Dahu who walked in.

Wu Dahu caught a glimpse of his lips, somehow felt a little guilty, coughed dryly, passed the bowl over, and said calmly: "The barbecue is already cooked."

Although Song Qinghan ate honey before, the sequelae of eating too much sweet food is that he is very eager to eat some spicy food, so when he saw the fragrant meat skewers appearing in front of his eyes, he couldn't wait to pick up the bamboo sticks and stuff them into his mouth.

Seeing him looking at him, Wu Dahu quickly reached out for a skewer of meat and ate it slowly.

Song Qinghan was extremely hungry, so he didn't notice that after he finished five skewers, Wu Dahu didn't even finish one skewer.

It wasn't until the tenth skewer was eaten that Song Qinghan relieved the hunger in his stomach, and asked curiously, "What kind of meat is this? The meat is so fresh and tender."

He originally wanted to guess beef, but thinking that in ancient times, cattle were used for farming rather than eating, he decisively ruled out this answer.

Wu Dahu didn't speak, and led him directly into the kitchen, pointing to the remaining roe deer meat and said: "The wild roe deer is quite big, and I don't need to buy meat these days."

Song Qinghan's eyes lit up, and before he had time to be happy, he thought of a question and asked, "Won't it break if you just leave it like this?"

Wu Dahu thought for a while, and tentatively said: "Then sell it?"

Although Song Qinghan also wanted money, he wanted to exchange for things that could be easily obtained, rather than selling cheap things that required Wu Dahu to take huge risks to get them.

Seeing that he was silent, Wu Dahu pondered for a moment, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to chop up the remaining roe deer meat.

Song Qinghan grabbed him and asked quickly: "What are you going to do? We can't finish eating so much meat tonight."

Wu Dahu gave him a "reassuring" look, and said with a smile: "I'm going to make dried meat and store it, so that when you want to eat it, it will be soft after cooking, and it can be kept for a long time, so you don't have to worry about it breaking."

Hearing this answer, Song Qinghan felt relieved, remembered the star anise he put outside, and suggested: "Put some spices in it to marinate, so that it will be delicious when you cook it casually."

After speaking, he went out and put the dried star anise, together with the ginger, onion and garlic that Wu Dahu had picked before, into a large bowl.

Wu Dahu looked at the seasonings with some embarrassment, and said hesitantly: "When roasting meat, you have to keep turning it over. How should you put these, directly on the meat? If it's a small meat skewer, it's okay, but the big meat is a bit Trouble."

Song Qinghan waved his hand, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Look!"

He washed his hands, chopped the onion, ginger, and garlic, heated the pan, poured oil, put the chopped seasonings together with the star anise, sautéed them until fragrant, and put water to boil.

After the water boiled, he randomly selected a piece of roe deer meat that Wu Dahu had already chopped, and put it into the seasoning soup.

The color of the seasoning soup soon appeared on the roe deer meat, and when the roe deer meat was still a little tough, Song Qinghan fished it out.

The next step is Wu Dahu's business. He puts the cooked roe deer meat on the fire, quickly roasts it to remove the water, and makes it into jerky.

The roasted jerky still exudes a faint smell of seasoning, which arouses people's appetite mixed with the smell of meat.

Wu Dahu slipped his throat and swallowed.

Song Qinghan noticed his expression and couldn't help laughing: "If you want to eat it, just try it? Just to know whether you are used to the taste of star anise or not."

Hearing what he said, Wu Dahu was a little moved, and slowly tore off a small piece of shredded meat from the jerky, and put it in his mouth.

He chewed very slowly, as if he wanted to release all the flavors in the jerky.

Seeing his expressionless face, Song Qinghan felt a little nervous, and quickly asked, "Isn't it delicious?"

Wu Dahu didn't speak, but after thinking for a while, he tore off a large piece of shredded meat from the jerky and put it in his mouth. After chewing quickly, he frowned.

Seeing that he still didn't speak, Song Qinghan's heart sank, guessing that it might be more or less ominous.

I'm afraid he still can't get used to the taste of star anise.

"Why is it so delicious?"

Wu Dahu finally opened his mouth, but Song Qinghan was stunned by the first sentence.

He thought he didn't hear clearly, and asked back, "You said this is delicious?"

Wu Dahu nodded his head, looking at the jerky, his eyes were eager to try.

"Yes, it's delicious. It's obviously roe deer meat, but it's a hundred times better than the roe deer meat I've eaten before."

After speaking, as if he couldn't bear it anymore, he tore off another piece of jerky and stuffed it into his mouth.

His reaction was more convincing than his words, and Song Qinghan finally let out a big stone in his heart, and let out a sigh of relief.

After Wu Dahu finished eating, Song Qinghan finally expressed his thoughts.

"You said, if we sell these seasonings...can we sell them?"

Wu Dahu touched his stomach, and finally restrained himself, no longer eating the leftover roe deer jerky.

After listening to Song Qinghan's words, he pondered for a moment, and slowly said: "It can be sold, but people must know that this food is really delicious, otherwise no one will buy it. After all, the seasoning is mixed with meat. Cooked together, if it is not delicious, it is equivalent to spoiling a pot of meat."

Song Qinghan also thought of this, so he continued, "What about this? Let's cook a pot of meat and go out to try it out. If they taste delicious, they will buy it, and if they don't like it, they won't buy it."

"Try?" Wu Dahu had never heard of this word, but he roughly guessed the general meaning, and asked hesitantly, "Do you want them to eat meat for free?"

Song Qinghan nodded, stretched out his hand to draw an approximate width, and explained: "We divide the meat into such small pieces, and the same person can only try it once."

Wu Dahu nodded thoughtfully, and said slowly: "This method is feasible, but I'm afraid that those who don't want to buy it will not taste the taste after eating it, and it will be a pity."

His words reminded Song Qinghan, after all, in modern times, food tasting is fixed in supermarkets, and those who try food are basically able to buy, if they put it on the street, I am afraid the effect of food tasting will not be so good up.

Fortunately, this didn't bother him, he thought for a while and said, "Then let's set the tasting place at the butcher's shop, how about?"

Wu Dahu listened, thought about it carefully, and agreed: "Yes, people who can afford meat will definitely have no problem buying our seasonings, and those who don't even want to buy seasonings probably won't buy meat. shop."

In this way, the two decided on the itinerary for the next few days: hunting, collecting seasonings, making seasoning packets, making jerky, and going to the market for the first tasting.

Taking advantage of nothing to do in the afternoon, Wu Dahu went out again, found traces of yams somewhere, and came back with a big bag of fresh yams.

Song Qinghan only noticed the bag from Laifuti when he went to get the Luo Han Guo. After opening it curiously, he found two live rabbits inside. They had been stuffed inside for a long time, and they looked a little dazed and cute.

But Song Qinghan is not a woman after all, the first reaction when seeing a live rabbit is not cute, but - there is meat to eat!

He shouted at Wu Dahu: "Dahu! There are rabbits!"

After hearing this, Wu Dahu quickly put down what he was doing and walked over. When he saw the two white rabbits, he smiled and said, "Laifu gave them to you to play with. I'll make a nest for them later. So that you can put it in the room to tease."

Song Qinghan opened his eyes wide, and said in disbelief: "What's so interesting about this? Don't you want to eat it? Didn't you also catch a hare last time?"

Wu Dahu was slightly surprised, and hesitantly said: "This is a domestic rabbit used for play with males and females, it is different from wild rabbits..."

Song Qinghan looked at him with condemning eyes, pinched a rabbit's ears with one hand, and lifted them up, as if weighing a catty, said dissatisfiedly: "There are several catties of meat here, how can it be worthwhile to eat?"

Seeing that the expression on Song Qinghan's face did not seem to be fake, Wu Dahu laughed and said: "In that case, let's kill these two rabbits tonight and eat them."

Song Qinghan was about to nod when he suddenly noticed the gender of the two rabbits, and said in surprise, "It's a male and a female!"

Wu Dahu took a look and confirmed, "That's right, it's a male and a female."

Song Qinghan immediately changed his mind, and said excitedly: "Then we can raise them and make rabbits to eat!"

Seeing his excited face, Wu Dahu opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say the reminder, and nodded obediently.

If other females see that he raises rabbits for food, they will probably drown him with saliva.

However, the two lived their lives behind closed doors anyway, wouldn't it be enough to keep others from knowing?

Wu Dahu picked a handful of rattan from the outside and came back, sitting in the courtyard and weaving something patiently.

Song Qinghan saw a basket-shaped object slowly taking shape under his hands, and said in admiration, "You know a lot. I still kept that little basket last time."

Wu Dahu glanced at him, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he said casually: "What are you keeping it for? It's a worthless gadget. Next time you like it, I'll make it for you."

Song Qinghan shook his head, an inexplicable emotion flashed in his eyes, and he said slowly: "Next time is next time, next time you do it again, I will keep it."

He felt that Wu Dahu spent his time and energy on every handicraft. Although it was worthless, it was extremely precious. No matter whether the two of them were together in the future, he was willing to keep these precious things, right as it was A kind of commemoration.

Infected by his serious emotions, Wu Dahu paused, and said in a low voice: "Since you like it, I will make you something worthy of collection next time."