1968: Started from breeding

Chapter 4 With so many spices, even cooking shoe soles would be delicious!
After Su Wenchen went out, only two cents was left from the huge sum of money he had.

I didn’t dare to wander around anymore and went straight home.

back home.

Su Wenchen first found a basin to put the large intestine.

Then we burned the wood ash.

In modern times, many people use flour for cleaning, but in this era, even leaders don’t dare to be so wasteful.

In this era, the more reliable way is to use wood ash for cleaning, using the adsorption properties of wood ash to clean out some dirt inside the pig intestines.

Anyway, it can always be cleaned by scrubbing it a few more times.

Su Wenchen endured the stinky smell and rubbed it repeatedly with wood ash several times before he got rid of the stench.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead. It’s really hard to wash this thing these days.

No wonder most people don’t like to buy this. Su Wenchen spent almost an hour just scrubbing it.

However, when he thought about the fat, tender and chewy pig intestines after they were braised, Su Wenchen felt that it was worth the money.

After blanching the pig intestines.

Su Wenchen put some of the spices he had just bought in, and looked at the remaining ones. He thought that they could only be used twice more at most.

He quickly lit up the two big pots. He had used this kind of rural earthen stove before. He had this kind of thing in his hometown in his previous life.

One is used to braise the pork intestines, and the other is used to stew the large bones.

Then, Su Wenchen took the time to go to the river and pick up some clams and some stones.

Prepared to be ground for making starter feed for laying hens.

soon.

As the sun gradually moves westward, people who worked during the day begin to end their day's work and return home one after another, carrying their tools.

Since Su's father built a new house after he returned from military service, there was no room in the center of the village, so all eight large houses were built at the entrance of the village.
This place is close to the main road, and almost everyone returning to the village will pass by the Su family's large courtyard.

After a whole afternoon of marinating.

The overbearing smell of spices mixed with the aroma of braised pig intestines has been hovering over the Su family.

For a long time.

Every villager passing by would involuntarily sniff and swallow subconsciously.

"Captain, what delicious food did you make at home? It smells so good! It almost makes me dizzy!"

"Indeed, even the New Year's pig-killing dishes don't smell this good, and I definitely smell meat!"

"Captain, I heard that you are dividing your family today? Do you want me to help as a witness? Just let me have a meal with you."

"Captain, I can also help to be a witness! If Su Wenjian and the others dare to disobey you, we will help you teach them a lesson. How about you treat us to a meal?"

After saying this, many people subconsciously licked their lips. Although the chance of success is not high, they still try their best.

What if.

After all, it is meat.

They can only eat meat two or three times a year, usually during the autumn harvest because this is when they work the hardest.

Then comes the Spring Festival. Almost every household will buy some at this time, because it’s the New Year!
However, Father Su had no intention of indulging them and replied directly in a bad mood.

"Get out of my way! Call me over when you're ready to make your own stew!"

"Boss, go call your third uncle over. It looks like Yingzi is back. We can take this opportunity to divide the family!"

Su Wen Zhang was a little hesitant.

"Dad, are we really dividing the family? Didn't you say that in anger this morning?"

Father Su waved his hand.

"I did say that in anger this morning, but I've been thinking about it all day, and now that I've said it, I might as well just break up!"

Su Wen Zhang wanted to say something else when he suddenly felt a big hand pinching the soft flesh on his waist.

hiss--!
Su Wen Zhang turned around and glared at his wife beside him but didn't say anything else!
After the Su family walked into the yard, they looked at Su Wenchen who was grinding stones in the yard.

Mother Su asked directly, "Youngest, is your eldest sister back?"

Su Wenchen put down the stone in his hand, "No? Who said that the eldest sister is back?"

Mother Su showed a puzzled look and asked in confusion, "Isn't it your eldest sister who bought the meat?"

"Mom, you mean the one in the pot? That's what I bought, but it's not meat. I bought pig offal and two pig bones!"

Hear this.

Su's mother looked incredulous. Pig offal? Are there such delicious pig offal?
Doesn't that thing stink?

Even if it is cleaned, it will not taste good when cooked. How can it smell so good!
Su's mother walked to the stove doubtfully and opened the big pot that exuded a strong aroma of braised meat.

Once opened.

The overbearing aroma hits you in the face, and the red intestines look very appetizing.

Su's mother didn't expect that something so delicious would actually be pig intestines, and was made by her youngest son.

Why did he change so much today? He even took the initiative to cook. Was he scared by his father's words in the morning that he wanted to divide the family property?

Mother Su walked over to Father Su and whispered.

"How about we not divide them for now? The youngest one seems to be more diligent. He even took the initiative to cook today!"

Father Su waved his hand. "Don't worry about it. If the family is not divided, this kid will be diligent for two days at most and go back. Only when he becomes the head of the family will he know the hardship and become diligent."

Su Wenchen in the yard rolled his eyes after hearing what his father said.

Even though I'm not the head of the household, I know how hard farming is, so that's why I don't want to do it.

However, separation is not a bad thing for Su Wenchen, because the current policy allows a family to raise only five chickens at most.

If the family is not divided, the five chickens belong to the father, and he cannot eat the eggs they lay whenever he wants.

But after the family split up, he could raise five hens on his own, which would lay at least ten eggs a day, and he could eat them whenever he wanted.

luxury!

It’s so damn luxurious!
Soon, the elderly third uncle came over with the eldest brother Su Wenzhang.

"Jianye, you really want to split up the family!"

Su Jianye nodded, "Uncle San, you are the only elder here now, so I'd like to trouble you to be a witness!"

"What's the trouble? It's good that you split up the family. Your children and grandchildren will have their own blessings!"

"Okay, let's eat first. After dinner, I'll tell you about my idea of splitting up the family!"

soon.

The main room was filled with people.

Bright red pig intestines, milky white bone soup, and a big pot of steamed cornbread.

It was considered a hearty meal in rural areas in that era.

After everything was done, Su Jianye took the lead and said, "Come on, let's eat. Third uncle, try the pig intestines made by the youngest brother! I never thought that I would be able to eat the food cooked by this kid in this life."

Third Uncle picked up a piece of food with chopsticks and said with a smile, "Jianye, don't look down on Xiaochen. His cooking skills are almost as good as those of the chefs in state-owned restaurants!"

"Xiao Chen, where did you learn this from?"

Su Wenchen smiled.

"Isn't this just something I came up with out of nothing? I just don't mind using the ingredients, I don't really have any cooking skills!"

He can't say that he learned it from the Internet menu of later generations!
As for braised meat, as long as you are willing to use the right ingredients, the taste will not be too bad. It may not be comparable to the marinade with special secret recipes.

But in rural areas of this era, it is definitely a powerful weapon.

Su's mother said with some distress, "The cost of spices is almost as much as the price of pig intestines. What can't be delicious? With so many spices, even shoe soles will taste good!"

Father Su interrupted.

"Okay, it's not like we eat it every day. Boiled shoe soles are also delicious. You can eat boiled shoe soles!"

Su's mother grumbled a few words, "Isn't that just a metaphor? Who would be willing to use spices to boil the soles of shoes? Isn't that a sin?"

There is not much in a plate of large intestines, and with so many people, there won’t be much left after each person has a few chopsticks.

In the end, even the soup was eaten up by dipping the steamed bread.

After that, they had a bowl of milky bone soup to fill the gaps. Soon, everyone had full stomachs and looked very satisfied.

Even Xiao Shitou, who was sitting next to Su Wenchen, spoke with a lingering feeling.

"Uncle, are you going to cook tomorrow? If you do, I won't eat in the morning, so I can save my stomach for the pig intestines you make. I've never eaten such delicious pig intestines in my life, they're even better than meat!"

Su Wenchen hasn't said anything yet.

Su's mother said directly, "What are you eating? It's a sin! If you eat like this every day, even a rich landlord will go bankrupt!"

Obviously, I had a full meal tonight.

But the consumption of steamed bread is also very high. We originally steamed a large pot of it and also steamed it together for tomorrow morning.

As a result, they were all eaten up, which made Su's mother very distressed.

Su Wenchen did not refute anything. He did not have much money now, but after the family split up, he would raise five chickens by himself and sell more than ten eggs a day to the supply and marketing cooperative.

The profit is nearly fifty cents a day.

This is the price sold by the supply and marketing cooperatives. For best-selling products like eggs, the supply and marketing cooperatives are often out of stock.

If Su Wenchen could get up early and go to the morning market to sell it, he could sell it at a higher price.

As far as I can remember, this place is generally divided into morning market and evening market.

The morning market is the well-known pigeon market.

Generally, villagers from the lower brigade would sell eggs and the occasional wild rabbits and pheasants they caught, or exchange them for some coarse and fine grains, as well as various receipts and the like.

Anyway, these are all common things. Although they violate policies, they are the kind that the government won’t investigate unless the people report them.

The night market is naturally the famous black market, which basically opens late at night and its location changes frequently.

However, the memory shows that the original body had never been to the black market because Su's father did not allow it.

According to Su's father, there was everything in the night market, even guns and detonators were sold, and frictions often occurred.

Death is a common occurrence.

Thinking of this, Su Wenchen also had more awe for this era.

He didn't dare to do what the novels said, where people would go to the black market as if it were just strolling in their own backyard.

Guns can't be banned in this era!

(End of this chapter)