At this time, there was the sound of gongs beating outside, and the patriarch's voice came in with special penetrating power.

"Everyone has paid attention. Now the meat is distributed according to the head. If you have a pot at home, you can take it back and add some water to cook it yourself."

Su Tang asked curiously: "Why do you have to take it back and add water to cook it yourself?"

Gong Qianyu put the dagger on his waist and said: "Take it home and boil it with more water. You can drink it several times. Anyway, I don't know when I will eat meat next time."

"Oh..." Shui Ling touched her nose and couldn't help but think of the meat in the large freezer in her own space.

There are a lot of pig's trotters there. My mother likes to drink pig's trotters and soybean soup. Now she is in confinement and can produce milk.

When you get the meat back, you can use the meat flavor to stew pig's feet for your mother.

Gong Qianyu saw Shuiling in a daze, so he asked: "Do you have a bowl? Lend me one, I didn't bring it."

"Oh... I don't have one at home either." Shui Ling didn't dare to take out the fine porcelain bowl at home. She had an idea and pointed to the bamboo outside, "Chop the bamboo."

"Yes." Gong Qianyu nodded and walked out past Shuiling.

In fact, many people don't have a big bowl, so they start to use bamboo in order to get more broth.

After a lot of tossing, everyone happily took a bamboo tube of broth to eat together in front of their family members.

Shui Ling carried the bamboo tube to get the meat. The clan leader raised his eyelids and said, "Your mother is in confinement. I left four hooves and a pig tail. If you want meat, you can eat less to show fairness."

He looked like a mean person no matter how he looked, but the meat spoon in his hand was full of meat and poured into the bamboo tube.

Shui Ling wanted to laugh. This little old man is really cute. Look at the pig's trotters. They are not the small ones at the front. They also have a section of bend, which means they have a lot more meat.

The patriarch handed the pig's trotters threaded with straw rope to Gong Qianyu, "Hurry up and take it back."

Gong Qianyu didn't say a word, took the pig's trotters and meat and ran away.

Shui Ling blinked, this boy was quite cute.

The aunt who was helping to cook next to her was carrying a basket and said, "Chief, what should I do with these things? Where can I throw them?"

Shui Ling immediately stepped forward to check. The basket contained pig intestines, pig lungs and pancreas.

The pig intestines were smelly, the pig lungs had a strange smell and mucus, and the pig pancreas was so fishy that it was hard to swallow. They would spit out the food after one bite, so they would rather go hungry than touch it.

Shui Ling said quickly: "Give these to me. My mother is in need of meat during confinement. I will wash them carefully and eat them."

The clan leader frowned and said, "Give me my share of the meat to you. Don't do this, or you'll eat people bad."

Shui Ling was anxious, "Give it to me, please. If you really can't eat it, I can keep it for fishing."

The patriarch thought for a moment and nodded, "Okay, just send it to her."

The aunt was eager to eat meat, so she ran to the entrance of the cave, put down her things and went back.

Shui Ling breathed a sigh of relief and smiled sweetly at the clan leader, "Thank you, Grandpa."

"Well, if you can't eat it, don't eat it, got it?" the patriarch still warned uneasily.

"I got it." Shui Ling ran back happily, thinking about pork intestines and stir-fried lung leaves.

When he returned to the cave, he saw Shui Zheran getting an iron pot somewhere. He placed the iron pot on the simple stove and blinked when he saw Shui Ling.

Shui Ling immediately understood that this was something in his office, but why was there a black iron pot in his office?

Gong Qianyu tried to pour the meat from his bamboo tube into the pot, but Shui Ling quickly stopped him, "No, you're still growing, so you need to replenish your body."

"I can't eat so much." Gong Qianyu said the bamboo tube was filled with meat and no bones.

Shuiling shook his head and analyzed it for him, "Look, if you give us the meat, your great-grandfather will give you his share when you go back. His old man and you won't have enough to eat. No matter what, you can't ignore whether he is

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"Hmm..." Gong Qianyu felt that it made sense. He had eaten less, and his great-grandfather would definitely give up his share.

"Okay, let's go back quickly. Let's eat quickly while it's still dark, and then go to bed after eating." Shuiling started to chase people away.

"Okay." Gong Qianyu then left with the bamboo tube.

Shuiling poured the meat into the pot, and there was a lot of meat in more than half of the pot.

Shui Zheran added water and continued to cook until it was soft and tender before it could be eaten by his wife.

Shuiling asked: "Where did this pot come from?"

Shui Zheran chuckled, "Didn't you say for a while that cooking in an iron pot is good for your health? So I bought it, but you...your mother didn't like it because it looked ugly, so she threw it into my house as a decoration."

Shuiling, "..." Well, it's ugly compared to the stainless steel wok.

Shui Zheran saw the things in the basket and asked, "Do you know how to wash them?"

"I know. I'll wash it in the river later and then take it in for processing." Shui Ling replied.

"Okay, that pancreas can be made into soap by adding alkali, but the soap at home cannot be taken out and used." Shui Zheran expressed regret, but in fact, he couldn't get it now because the bathroom was not unlocked.

There is dish soap in the kitchen, but who uses that to wash clothes and face?

Shui Ling thought for a moment and nodded, "I know how to do it. I have played with soap base before."

"Okay." Shui Zheran nodded, hoping that his daughter would be smarter so that he could use soap.

Shui Ling picked up the spleen, with some white oil attached to it. She curled her lips in disgust, could this thing be used as soap?

Shui Zheran said quickly: "It's not that. That's the spleen that can be eaten. The one that makes soap is the pancreas. It's white and about the size of a goose egg."

"Ah..." Shui Ling was dumbfounded. It turned out that this was not the case. Didn't the novels he read all about the pancreas making soap?

Well, you still have to listen to the professionals. She rummaged around and found a pancreas that was only as big as a goose egg. She used a dagger to pick out the fascia. This thing couldn't be left overnight and had to be made fresh.

"I'll do it first... Dad, please help me refine some ash alkali. It can't be done without alkali." Shui Ling thought of the key question.

Shui Zheran nodded, "Okay, you can mash it first."

Shui Ling nodded, went out to find a new bamboo tube, whittled a wooden stick and started pounding the pancreas. This thing couldn't be cut yet. She didn't know why.

After she crushed the pancreas, it was already dark, and she rubbed her sore arms and went back.

Shui Zheran frowned and said, "Only 20 grams were extracted."

The wood ash alkali is not white, but beige in color. Boil the plant ash in water and boil it slightly to evaporate the water, and the final residue is the wood ash alkali.

Shuiling poured the wood ash alkali into the pancreatic paste and began to stir vigorously, making the original paste thicker.

She dug out a ball and shaped it into an egg-sized ball and placed it a little away from the fire to dry, making four balls in total.

Shui Zheran smelled it and expressed his disgust.

Shui Ling flat-mouthed, "Next time, extract some flower dew and put it in it."

"Okay, let's make do." Although Shui Zheran was disgusted, he also knew what the situation was, "The meat is stewed to a pulp, eat it quickly..."
Chapter completed!