The cooking techniques of people at that time were really simple, either steaming or cooking, or roasting. If you want to eat something with a strong taste, add more salt, pickles, salt beans, and onions, ginger, garlic and leeks.

But after thinking about it, Luo Yong was still wearing it in the Tang Dynasty. It was still in Hedong Road, which has a deep historical heritage. At least they also have onions, ginger, garlic, leeks, vinegar and rice wine. The current salt price is not very expensive, and the society is very orderly. If you wear it to that backward wilderness, you will have no place to cry.

Because the people here eat it roughly, the Dongpo pork used by Luo was very popular in Lishi County in a very short time.

Those Chang'an nobles who thought they had eaten a lot of human delicacies this time have been considered eye-opening. The cooking technology from the 11th century is naturally advanced for people in the 7th century.

The reason why Luo Yong chose the Dongpo Pork dish is because it is simple and has low cost. You don’t need to buy those expensive spice ingredients. Pork, soy sauce, green onion, ginger and garlic are all produced by your own home. You just need to buy some salt and wine to make it.

Just like what Luo Sanlang has always said to his siblings these days: Only by controlling costs can we ensure profits.

"Sanlang, isn't this too little?" Luo Erniang always felt unsure when she looked at the few square pieces of meat in the jar.

Although meat is expensive, no matter how much you do, you can exchange three or five liters of corn for a pound. Such a small piece of square meat is probably not even half a pound. Even if you add the wine and firewood, the cost is only two cents. Just a little thing can be sold for ten cents. Er Niang thinks it would be better to put one or two more pieces of meat.

"A lot of it, the meat is cut into large pieces today." Luo Yong said, covering the jars with grease paper.

"..." Erniang said nothing.

"Sister, there are only a few pigs left in the family. How much can I earn from this money? The tens of thousands of saplings in spring have not yet been settled." Luo Yong sighed that the people of the seventh century are so real.

"I can't make the pork I bought?" When Erniang talked about this, she was also very worried. His Sanlang was good at everything, but this was a little too big. He waved his hand and could only transport it from south of Chang'an.

This was an unimaginable event for her, and she was also under pressure. Er Niang has been working hard to knit sweaters recently. She often has to urge the little girls in the village to have not much cashmere. After spinning it into thread, they were dyed and placed at home. At their current speed, it will probably not take long before the cashmere thread at home will be bottomed out.

"It's done, but the fishy smell is stronger, and there is no oil or water." At this time, the pork was thinner and not castrated. Most of them were still fed raw food, and the meat tasted less delicious than those raised by Luo Yong.

"When these heads are finished, go to Xiaohe Village to take a look." Erniang thought for a while and said. The first batch of piglets that the Luo family had raised in cooperation with others was in Xiaohe Village.

The Luo family siblings tied the jars with colored thin linen, and then Luo Yong said to Peng Er: "From tomorrow, you will make this Dongpo pork."

"Okay." Peng Er didn't expect Luo Yong to hand over such an important thing to her. In addition to being surprised, he quickly agreed.

"The food is still arranged by Si Niang and the others. Just keep raising pigs and making meat." Luo Yong clarified the division of labor again.

"If I have time, I can help Si Niang." Peng Eryan said.

"It is a good thing to help each other. If Si Niang and the others are free, they will ask them to help you peel the onion." This is not because Luo Yong wanted to treat Peng Er with his intention, but mainly because of his own young people, and he did not want them to develop the arrogance habit of being served and consciously superior to others.

"Brother, I will definitely cook well." The girl from Si Niang patted her chest and promised.

"In this way, in the future, I will have to worry about Si Niang's meals." Luo Yong joked.

"Yeah!" Si Niang suddenly felt that she had a heavy responsibility.

"Brother, and I, what am I doing?" Goro asked, pulling Luo Yong's robe.

"You are responsible for mixing chicken food." Luo Yong also divided the work for him.

"Brother, am I?" Liulang Qiniang also made a fuss.

"You two are responsible for picking up eggs and you also have to help brothers and sisters." Luo Sanlang began to coax the child.

"Woom!"

"You two are responsible for keeping the house."

"Where are five pairs? Brother, there are five more!"

"Five pairs are responsible for pulling the cart and pulling the mill."

“…”

Speaking of which, the Luo family yard cooks the Dongpo pork every day, and the whole yard seems to be emitting a rich meat fragrance, which makes the children in the village wander around all day long. Even adults have to take a few bites of the meat fragrance when passing by the entrance of the village to satisfy their cravings.

Ten cents, only a few pieces of square meat. Even if he had earned some money and grain by selling tofu, the villagers were still reluctant to eat it. Even Lin Chunqiu, the Lin family, had a long time to make trouble with his mother, but he couldn't ask for a jar of meat to satisfy his craving. In the end, he had to go to Lin Wulang. Lin Wulang was embarrassed to speak with Luo Yong. He himself had no money and was so entangled by his brother that he had no choice but to talk to Aunt Luo.

On this day, Aunt Luo said to the old couple of Lin family: "Liu Lang wants to eat Dongpo pork, so I cut some mutton from home and exchanged some Dongpo pork for Sanlang. Is that okay?"

Lin's mother was also a big deal recently by Lin Chunqiu. After hearing what the aunt said, she agreed. However, when Aunt Luo was carrying the meat out of the yard, she glanced with her eyes and saw that the piece of mutton she was carrying was not worth ten cents, so she felt relieved.

After hearing the aunt talk about this, Luo Yong accepted the piece of mutton, then filled a large bowl of coarse pottery and asked her to take it over.

Those Chang'an people really know how to eat it. Although they don't know that the authentic Dongpo pork is made of pork belly, after trying it a few times, they all said that the pork belly is the best.

Luo used this whole pig that he killed himself, but there was no pork belly, so he often used the half fat and thin to cook the Dongpo pork. Those who know how to eat, when they opened the jar, they would sigh and say that they were half fat and thin again.

Over time, these people gradually figured out the rules. Usually, if Luo Yong just killed a pig, the cooked pork belly will be all pork belly. It is hard to say about the next few days, but whether it is pork belly, half fat and thin, or Dongpo elbow, the Luo family has made it every day and sold it, and there has never been a time to sell it.

Besides, when the Lin family saw Aunt Luo bringing back such a large bowl of Dongpo pork, Lin’s father and mother were both surprised. When they thought about it, they felt something was wrong. Could it be that Luo Sanlang was giving them a face to see them?

That's right, Luo Yong is showing their face. If the open-minded family wants to eat Dongpo pork, no matter whether it is called Wulang or someone from the family comes to buy it with the money. If it is only one or two times, he cannot really make the Lin family's money.

They actually asked Aunt Luo to bring the mutton to exchange it. It was obvious that the mutton was not much. If it were replaced by the petty family, how difficult would Aunt Luo be in the middle? Don’t you want to eat Dongpo pork? I’ll give you a big bowl and ask you to eat enough.

Among the brothers of the Lin family, Wulang is more honest and dull. Lin Dalang and Lin Erlang are all smart. They can’t figure out what they can understand. Immediately, Lin Dalang brought a basket of vegetables and dried tofu and said in his mouth: “It’s just that boy from Chunqiu. Just give him some taste. Why do you ask the aunt to bring that big bowl over?”

"It's just a bowl of meat, not a rare thing, why is Dalang so disgusted?" No matter how dissatisfied, Luo Yong always smiled in front of the Lin family.

He accepted the basket of vegetables and tofu. The Luo family did not have a cellar, and now the family does not make tofu. If you want to eat these things, you have to take things out from your house to exchange them. Thinking about these fresh vegetables, only the Lin family in the village has such a large and good cellar, which is rare at this time.

After all, it’s still in-laws, and it’s such trivial matters. If the attitude is put forward, the other party will understand it. There is no need to make the relationship too stiff.

Although the wind and rain on the Lin family have just begun to brew.

This time, Lin Dalang and Lin Erlang's two houses thought Lin Chunqiu was embarrassed by them. The old couple was not confused on weekdays, so why did they have no idea when they encountered Liulang's little things?

At noon that day, the aunt and the sisters-in-law were still spinning and weaving cloth, while the Lin brothers were still making tofu in the yard.

As he was doing it, Lin Dalang asked Lin Chunqiu, who was sitting idle in the corridor: "Why are brothers and I'm all working? You're just sitting there? Could it be that you are the only one of the mentors of this family? Can we be the servants and servants?"

This was really serious. The old couple in the room immediately changed their faces when they heard this.
Chapter completed!