Chapter 483 Taste of the Mountain

Author: Ye Gong Haolong A

"Miao Village?"

"Yes, they also want to go to Dashan now. Almost all the Miao villages in the next county are Miao villages, but there is a Miao village very close to us that has been renamed. It is now called Shushu Village. We want young children who are determined to study and take exams to come from Dashan.

go out……

Those who couldn't study well had to work hard to get a job.

There are quite a few people going out to work this year.

They like the fashionable clothes outside."

Wang Qingzhong smiled lightly.

Not only the Miao Village in the next county, but also here in Fenglei Town.

There are many mountains, transportation is inconvenient, the terrain is steep, and there are few processing plants.

It can't compare to the east of Fenglei Town.

Although there are mountains, they are not as high and deep as they are here, and there is no flat place anywhere.

Only when you get near the county seat, such as Chenwangzhuang, east of Huangni Town, and south of Goge Camp, will you find flat terrain.

Unlike here, it is difficult to open up wasteland.

Not to mention processing plants.

Even if you have money, you won't drive here.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, the light suddenly became much weaker, and the yard became dim.

Wang Qingzhong put away the account books and called his father Wang Cunye, saying that he would have dinner at his house. Knowing that Chen Ling could not leave at night, his two sisters-in-law went home early and started preparing meals.

The eldest brother is probably coming back from town soon.

Just say go there early.

The weather has not been very good these days.

If it rains, have an early meal and rest early.

"Zhenzhen, don't run around with Ruirui. It's time to eat. Go to my house to eat at night."

"You want to eat now? Second brother, I haven't checked it for you yet."

"Don't worry, it's dark and you can't see anything clearly. Your brother-in-law and I haven't finished the calculation yet. Let's do it tomorrow."

Wang Qingzhong fooled his little sister casually, "Now, let's eat first. Your two sisters-in-law cooked a delicious meal today."

"What's there? It can't be the nine bowls, right?"

"Oh, you guessed it right, your sister-in-law is planning to stew a large pot of bacon!"

"Wow, I want to eat, it's all mine."

Wang Zhenzhen shouted, and Ruirui also raised his fleshy little arms and shouted: "Wo~~~"

"Hahaha, dear Ruirui, come with your second uncle and try the rice cooked by you and Jin Jin. Is it as delicious as your father's cooking?"

Wang Qingzhong liked his little nephew's cute appearance very much. He picked him up, teased him a bit, and then put him on the pack horse.

Take the horse out.

Ruirui often rides little green horses with her father at home.

But I have never ridden such a petite and exquisite draft horse.

Just now, when Wang Zhenzhen and I were feeding the horse food and drinking water, we kept shouting "pony, pony."

However, Wang Zhenzhen jumped a little bit, but he didn't dare to let him ride a horse by himself.

I kept pulling him to play with other things.

Now that Wang Qingzhong and Chen Ling are following, they are naturally no longer afraid.

Ruirui also seemed extremely excited. He sat on the back of the pack horse, grabbed the horse's mane, shook his calves, and kept shouting "drive, drive, drive".

Let a group of little kids running around and playing in the village stop and look at him from time to time.

Pointing, laughing, and after Wang Zhenzhen said a few words, he ran away happily.

In this summer, under the gradually darkening night, we each ran home to have dinner.

The three adults, Chen Ling, and their two little kids, walked down the slope and soon arrived at Wang Qingzhong's house on the edge of the village, not far from the entrance of the village.

At this time, Guo Xinping and Su Ligai, the two sisters-in-law, had almost finished making the nine bowls.

Guo Xinping is washing bacon under the dim electric light.

There is also a portion of cured pork ribs.

Guo Xinping, whose face was covered with sweat and her cheeks were dark red, raised her head and smiled and said: "I came just in time. You guys are strong and can cut the meat neatly. After cutting, hurry up and put it in the pot to stew. There was just thunder in the sky."

"I'll come, I'll come."

Chen Ling quickly stepped forward to help.

Wang Qingzhong also came over: "Lingzi, you chop the ribs, and I'll cut this."

"good."

The two of them cut the bacon and pork ribs in three strokes.

Cut the cured pork ribs into sections.

The bacon is cut into large lumps and square pieces, which makes it more enjoyable to eat.

After cutting, put it into a hanging pot the size of a basin, add onions, ginger, garlic, dried chilies, red pepper, etc., and then throw away all the various hodgepodges of potatoes, sweet potato vermicelli, white radish, pickled cabbage, fried tofu, fungus, and dried bamboo shoots.

Go in and start hanging on the fire pit and start stewing.

"Dad, this~"

Ruirui looked curiously at the dark hanging pot, which was larger than the basin. He stood next to Chen Ling and looked up at him with dark eyes.

"This is a hanging pot. We also have one at home, but it's not as big as this one. We only use it when the weather gets cold."

Chen Ling touched his little head and explained with a smile, "Let's go play with my aunt, it's hot here."

The little baby pointed at a large hanging pot of bacon and said with a smile: "That's seven!"

When the two aunts Su Ligai and Guo Xinping saw it, they couldn't help but smile in surprise: "Ruirui is so smart... This pot of meat will be all yours later, and no one else will eat it. You can eat as much as you want, okay?"

good?"

"Okay, nest."

The brat was so happy that his eyes stopped laughing, and he shouted with his little white teeth exposed.

The two aunts liked him even more when they saw this, and teased him while putting away the food.

Nearly twenty minutes passed, the hanging pot boiled, and the aroma began to dissipate.

He couldn't wait to return to Chen Ling, sticking his little head out, staring longingly at the steaming pot, twitching his nose and swallowing saliva.

Like a little puppy waiting to be fed at the dinner table.

"Niu Niu, eat Niu Niu."

"This is not beef, it is bacon. Wait a moment, it will be ready in a while."

The bacon and ingredients in the hanging pot must be completely stewed to taste delicious, but the aroma wafts out.

Chen Ling couldn't help but move his index finger.

There are strong traces in the three provinces of Fenglei Town.

It is said that this hanging pot was passed down from the Miao people who migrated north during the Qianlong period.

Say so.

In fact, everyone in the mountains here has a hanging pot.

After all, after autumn, the mountain air becomes increasingly cold, so eating around a hot hanging pot is a great way to ward off the cold.

But it is not easy to have meat in the pot.

In the past, everyone just simmered a pot of hot potatoes.

The stewed potatoes are best for warming the body when eaten in winter, but don’t eat them in a hurry, otherwise one bite will burn your heart.

It's also very choking.

The fire pit that Chen Ling built outside the kitchen is not only convenient for barbecues, but also for eating this hanging pot.

In fact, hanging pot is somewhat similar to hot pot and is not suitable for eating in summer.

Usually in the kitchen.

Many people in the mountains have a smaller stove hole drilled next to the big pot on the stove.
To be continued...