Later, Grandpa Wen seemed to be opened to a new world by Wen Wenxin. As long as she gave a little description and a little reminder during the production, Grandpa Wen could follow the gourd and make exactly the same thing, so that this
I became more and more enthusiastic about braiding vines.
But these are not the important points now. It is that the rain has been falling for so long and it is finally starting to stop. Is their market stall open again? But the ingredients at home are gone. Wen Yu said: "I look at this
It's probably going to stop raining outside in the next day or two. If it doesn't rain too much tomorrow, let's go to the market to buy some things. We can go out to the stall as soon as the rain stops."
If you were just buying ingredients, you didn't have to bring Wen Wen with you. Early the next morning, Wen Yu took Wen Hou and Wen Jin to the market and bought back all the ingredients they would use tomorrow. As for this
When the rain will stop, it really depends on God's will.
But the Wen family is not in a hurry at this time. After all, they are already a wealthy family. Even if they don't make money, they don't spend much money. When they need money, they can still use it, so naturally they don't need it.
No more worrying about making money if it rains.
But who would have thought that the rain seemed to have gotten a lot lighter, but it still rained continuously for three days without stopping. In a blink of an eye, it rained for ten days again, and the meat bought a few days ago had to be rained today.
It's marinated, otherwise it should be spoiled.
But this morning Wen Wen counted the days on his fingers for a long time and then said: "Brother, I counted the days. The duck eggs should be marinated and boiled. They should be ready to eat when cooked."
Wenhou took the pickled duck eggs out of the clay pot in the cellar. He washed them with clean water first, then put them in the pot and cooked them like eggs. After the water boiled for about 8 minutes, he picked them up.
After it cooled down a bit, Wen Yu took one and started to dig it up.
Although the pickling method of Wen Wen's duck eggs is simple, the taste is as good as any other. The most attractive thing is the duck egg's runny yellow color. When the tender white duck egg skin is peeled off, the oil of the duck egg yolk comes out.
The picture of the broken corner flowing out is really beautiful, and the texture of the salted egg yolk is more than one level higher than that of ordinary duck eggs. The key is that it is obviously salted, but there is no salty taste at all.
Weird smell, how can you not surprise your family with such delicious salted duck eggs?
"It tastes so good."
"Yes, it's obviously salted, but it doesn't have any weird smell at all."
The first batch of salted duck eggs was not too large, but the second batch was salted within a few days. Otherwise, the duck eggs could be sold as soon as they came out of the clay pot, Wen Jin asked excitedly.
Said: "We have collected so many duck eggs and marinated so many, can we sell them?"
"Okay, how about selling each one for a penny." Wen Yu thought for a while and said.
The duck eggs they use for pickling salted duck eggs are small duck eggs that cost three for a penny, and the slightly larger ones are made into preserved eggs (preserved eggs) by Wen Xin. Of course, the preserved eggs are not yet marinated, but they will be available next week.
After eating it, he thought the price was pretty good.
Wen Wen said: "Because these duck eggs are pickled with salt, they can be kept for a few days. Plus, it costs nothing to drown them, and we have to boil them. Although firewood costs nothing, we also need energy to do it."
I picked them up, so I think a penny a piece is not expensive."
Not only Wen Wen felt that it was not expensive, but the Wen family also felt that it was not expensive. Wen Hou said: "One penny each is fine. The price is acceptable."
But if you ask him to buy it, he will definitely not buy it.
Wen Jin doesn't care, as long as he has something to eat.
Wen Yu said: "In three or four days, the batch of salted duck eggs below will be ready to eat. The rain should stop by then."
Although the rain lasted for a long time, it was not as heavy as during the flood, so even if it rained for so long, there was no sign of the village being flooded, which was a good thing for them.
Their village is peaceful, but several villages downstream are not so lucky. According to the news that Jingchen got back, almost half of the people in Huangjia Village are dead. This is not terrible. The villages below are dead.
There were even more people, so that the whole village of Dawangjia Village at the bottom was wiped out, and no one survived.
No matter how much we tried to hide such a big thing, we couldn't hide it, so when the news reached Shangliang Village, the whole village was shocked. Thinking about it, the village chief had people guarding the village before, and now he finally
I knew his intention, but no one would take it seriously for something that was good for the people in the village, and the matter passed with emotion. After all, the person who died was not from my village, and no one I knew knew him, so naturally he didn't
I will feel sad for the people in other villages.
After the rain continued for several days, the first batch of preserved eggs and the second batch of salted duck eggs were all harvested. The salted duck eggs needed to be boiled, but the preserved eggs did not. She asked Wen Jin to boil the outer chaff and yellow mud.
After washing it off, I peeled it open and tasted it.
However, the protein in the smooth and gray eggshell turned completely black. Wen Jing was shocked and said, "Xin'er, this egg is broken."
Damn it, it’s obviously done.
Wen Xin took the preserved egg, took a look at the unclear pine flower pattern on the egg, and smelled the preserved egg. Well, it seems to be made, and it smelled like this.
Wenxin ignored Wenjin's screams and took a bite. The familiar feeling hit her taste buds and quickly spread to every corner of her mouth. Then she took another big bite, and the yolk was still sticky and fluid, yes.
, this taste is right.
"It's good, not bad."
Wen Xin finished eating the preserved eggs in her hand and explained to her family. However, they did not dare to try the black preserved eggs. Wen Jin said: "Xin'er, is it really good? Don't eat bad things."
Wen Wen said firmly: "It's really good. You'll know after you try it."
Wen Jin was a greedy person, so after hearing Wen Wen's words, he peeled off a preserved egg and tried the taste. The flavor of the preserved egg was very strange. In his opinion, it wasn't bad, but it wasn't delicious either.
Just like Wen Jin, the family members also felt the same way after tasting this taste.
Wen Xin said: "You can also cook here. Don't we have tofu at home? Let's make preserved eggs mixed with tofu tonight."
Wen Xin had told Wen Yu about this before, and Wen Yu quickly agreed in front of everyone: "I'll make it for you to try tonight and you will know. You can eat it this way, but you can't feel it."
In the evening, this preserved egg mixed with tofu dish was served on the table. After being made into a dish and mixed together, everyone was more able to accept the taste. They all praised: "This tastes good, and it is delicious when made into a dish."
Yes, it just won’t work if you eat it alone, what else can you do with this preserved egg?”