Chapter 6 Boil oil to make fried meat

Long summer is poor.

However, this does not mean that the Heluo tribe is poor.

In terms of wealth, the Heluo tribe is second to none in the Dusk Forest. Of course, this wealth means that the tribe will not starve or freeze, and the tribesmen can have enough to eat, not anything else.

"You just talked about building a kiln, what's going on?" Nanfeng asked. She was busy eating just now, so Nanfeng didn't ask. Now that she was full and had some free time, she couldn't help but ask more questions.

While eating the stewed meat and fish balls one bite at a time, Chang Xia on the side began to pour the river shrimp into the clay pot and prepare to boil it. Seeing Chang Xia's patient movements, Nan Feng felt that she could still eat three more bowls.

"I want to build my own animal den. It is different from the current animal den. I call it a kiln. I chose the location on the west hillside and built a back kiln against the hillside." Chang Xia said happily, without stopping.

Put it down and stir it with a wooden spoon. The river shrimp in the pot will soon turn golden in the boiling water, and the light fragrance with a little fishy smell will hit your nostrils.

Nanfeng stared at the river shrimps in the pot while listening to Chang Xia's explanation.

"If you need help, just say it." Nan Feng opened her mouth to speak, but was reluctant to say the last words that blocked her. After all, Chang Xia's expression made it impossible for her to refuse.

"Yes!" Changxia nodded, Nanfeng's support made her very happy.

At this moment.

River shrimps have been cooked in the earthenware pot.

Changxia fished out the river shrimp, took the washed fruit on the side, pinched it hard, and dropped a little juice into the bowl. This yellow-skinned wild fruit has a sour taste. The tribe calls it sour fruit, and few people eat it. Changxia

Xia has hoarded a lot of it. She usually doesn't eat it directly, but uses it as a seasoning.

At noon, I was too hungry.

Unexpectedly at that time, Nanfeng put half of the meat into the backpack at night.

She just saw it after cleaning it up.

"Chang Xia, what are you doing with the sour fruit?" Nan Feng curled his lips and looked at the sour fruit in Chang Xia's hand with disgust. No one in the tribe except Chang Xia would collect this sour fruit.

No one would pick it even if they were very hungry, and some cubs in the tribe would pick it by mistake.

"Squeeze the juice for seasoning. When you eat river shrimp, dip it in it to make it taste better." Changxia took a river shrimp, pinched the head and shelled it, and dipped the snow-white shrimp meat in a little sour juice.

Suddenly, a different kind of umami flavor mixed with a little sourness exploded directly on the taste buds. The amazing taste surprised even Chang Xia.

"How?" Shen Rong asked lightly.

Chang Xia gave a thumbs up and praised: "It's delicious."

"Really?" Nanfeng drank the only soup left in the bowl, followed Chang Xia's example of peeling shrimps, and hesitated to dip into the sour juice. He turned sideways and looked at Shen Rong.

Shen Rong didn't say anything, and dipped the shrimp meat into a little sour juice.

"Alas!"

He exclaimed softly and looked at the sour juice in the bowl in surprise.

Sour fruit, a very sour fruit in Dusk Forest, few orcs will eat it.

Today, Changxia once again opened his eyes.

"This river shrimp tastes more delicious than noon!" Shen Rong lowered his head and stared at the sour juice in the bowl. He never imagined that the sour sour juice, combined with the river shrimp, would evolve into such a wonderful delicacy.

See the situation.

The south wind no longer hesitates.

Peel the river prawns and dip them in the sour juice with chopsticks.

"Hey! It doesn't seem sour?" Nanfeng's beautiful eyes were wide open, full of shock and confusion.

"Pick more sour fruits this year and save them," Chang Xia said. In addition to the sour juice that can be used as dipping sauce, the pulp of sour fruits is equally delicious when pickled and dried.

Sweet and sour, soft and waxy.

When you eat it, you get the sour taste of lemon and the light fruity sweetness of hawthorn/green plum.

At the same time, it can also be used as tangerine peel for cooking.

Like ginkgo, it has a wide range of uses.

"Okay." Nanfeng agreed, rarely mentioning Changxia.

This meal, Nanfeng was full of it.

Sitting there, watching Shen Rong clear the dishes. Chang Xia took the thin vines, measured the size of Nan Feng's feet, and skillfully weaved Nan Feng's vine shoes.

"Changxia, when are you going to build the kiln?" Nanfeng asked.

She sent half a fan of meat, which was enough for Chang Xia and the two of them to eat for about ten days. Even if they didn't go out to collect and hunt, they wouldn't be hungry.

Chang Xia shook his head lightly and explained: "I want to build the kiln before the cold season comes. Tomorrow I will go out to the salt lake to collect salt, and pick some ginkgo fruits. In the afternoon, I will start preparing the things needed to build the kiln..."

As she spoke, she turned her head and looked towards Nanfeng.

Building a kiln is different from an animal den.

However, some materials are necessary, such as wood, stone and resin used for bonding, which all need to be prepared in advance.

In order to build a nest, some orcs start preparations three to five years in advance.

There is wood and stone near the tribe, but the resin used for bonding is scarce. It comes from a special tree species called the oil tree. When the bark of the oil tree is cut, sticky and yellowish sap will flow out. This sap

After it dries, it will turn into a building material similar to cement. The orcs call it resin.

If this resin is heated again, it will melt.

After melting, it turns into a cement-like adhesive that is used to build animal dens.

"Chang Xia, we need wood, stone and resin to build a nest. These are not prepared in advance. What are you going to use to build a nest?" Nanfeng covered the corners of his twitching mouth and looked at Chang Xia helplessly. Is this child just whimsical?

"I can prepare wood and stone. Resin is more troublesome. Can I exchange some with the tribe?" Shen Rong interrupted Nanfeng's murmur. It is not difficult to prepare wood and stone, but the difficulty is resin.

Chang Xia was slightly embarrassed, she seemed to have really forgotten these things.

Nanfeng raised his hand and nodded Chang Xia in the air, and said: "I will use my wood and stone first. Whose wood and stone for building a nest are freshly cut down? Zin, let me help you ask the tribe. Fish Balls

It's just right for exchange. Originally, I planned to use the fish ball recipe to help you replace some pottery and bone vessels."

No matter how dissatisfied he is, it is still the cub that she has watched grow up.

It's rare that Changxia has an enterprising spirit, but Nanfeng is reluctant to attack it.

Nan Feng has been an adult for several years.

The clan leader constantly urged her to get married, but Nanfeng never found the male she liked, so she simply held off.

However, wood and stone are needed to build the nest.

Nan Feng started preparing it when he came of age, and this time he gave it to Chang Xia to use first.

"Nanfeng, that's what you need to build a nest..." Changxia shook his head, wanting to refuse.

Nanfeng rolled his eyes and asked, "Do you still want to build a nest? Besides, I haven't met a suitable male, so I'm not in a hurry to build a nest."

At most, living in my father’s house is nothing more than being talked about.

"Chang Xia, let's build a nest first using the wood and stones prepared by Nanfeng. For hers, I will help prepare new ones later," Shen Rong said.

Nanfeng was satisfied with Shen Rong's straightforwardness and asked Changxia about his next plan.

She stood up to leave.

Chang Xia sent the man away and asked Shen Rong to cut into pieces the half fan of meat sent by the south wind. The weather was getting warmer and the meat could not be kept for a long time as it would spoil easily.

"Chang Xia, are you still hungry?" Shen Rong cut the meat and asked hesitantly.

Chang Xia glared at him, washed the pot and put it on the stove, intending to boil the meat in oil.

It's too warm to make bacon.

Smoking takes time, and if not stored properly, it will go bad.

So, she thought of fried meat.

Fried meat is simple to make and easy to store. In an era when materials were simple like tribes, fried meat was the most suitable storage method at this time.

Cut the meat into palm-sized pieces and put it in a clay pot to boil in oil.

Wait until the meat is fried to a golden color, wait until the oil cools down, and then pour the oil and meat together into a clay pot and refrigerate it. This will not only prevent the meat from rotting and deteriorating, but also facilitates storage. At the same time, the fried meat also tastes very good.

Soft and waxy, with a burnt aroma.

Just add some wild vegetables and stir-fry, it will be delicious.

"There's too much meat in this half fan, we can't finish it. I plan to fry it into fried meat and put it in a clay pot without worrying about spoilage." Chang Xia explained, taking Shen Rong's cut meat and selecting a few pieces. Put a piece of fat meat into the earthenware pot and start boiling the oil. When the oil comes out, add other pieces of meat into it. Soon, a delicious meat aroma will quickly permeate the entire animal den.

this moment.

Shen Rong was extremely glad that Nanfeng had left.

Also, their den is far away from the tribe.

Otherwise, no one in the entire tribe would be able to sleep tonight just because of this smell.
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