mchenry-crisis.org Chapter 168 Sauerkraut on Cuihua! With a toast, all three states in Liaodong raised their wine glass
Chapter 168 Sauerkraut on Cuihua! With a toast, all three states in Liaodong raised their wine glass
Lin Yan's expression was solemn at the moment.
Errenzhuan, also known as "Bongbeng", has a history of more than 300 years in Liaodong.
The bouncing play that appeared during the Daoguang years.
It has become the music of the three states in eastern Liaoning, and I remember it in my mind.
Specter ghosts are still singing and dancing at the moment!
But there are not many new lyrics to sing.
In such a short period of time, all Lin Yan can learn are the most basic two-player minor tunes.
But the minor tune now is a hundred years apart from that year after all.
Many tunes may not be accurate.
Therefore, the ghostly ghosts who were attracted to their attention turned their heads one after another after a brief moment of stunned.
The ferocious aura on his body has surged again.
If these ferocious ghosts can rely on a pot of "pork stewed vermicelli" to save them.
That's absolutely awesome.
But he seemed to have nothing else to do.
Lin Yan turned his head grimly at this moment.
But he soon thought of a more troublesome thing...
In this world of ice and snow, where can I find pigs!
No pigs, no cabbage, and no vermicelli.
What to do with pork stewed vermicelli...
Brainstorming?
But right now.
In the county towns and villages closest to this snowfield.
Suddenly a light came on.
To know.
This snowfield is in Longsongzhou!!
This is the northernmost part of Daxia.
It got dark very early.
The days are very short and the nights are long.
During this time, every household should have already slept.
But this is the time.
This small county town, as well as the surrounding countryside, are brightly lit.
The small orange-red lights made this small county under the snowfield feel a touch of warmth.
In front of a European-style three-story building.
A big brother from Liaodong, a big belly, lit a cigarette in his small courtyard.
He is one of the richest families in this small county.
In the county seat, there is a pig farm, and farmland is also contracted.
He could have lived in a big city.
But he was accustomed to the white mountains and black waters, and he was not used to it when he went to the city.
Even the neon lights in the city made him feel irritable.
And in the room behind him, Lin Yan's live broadcast is playing.
And at the same time.
The house next to him, in the courtyard, also has lights and cool air.
It's not the same as the big-bellied Liaodong eldest brother.
His neighbor's house looked a little shabby.
It's still a one-story brick building.
The courtyard in front of the door is not a refined garden, but a large vegetable field.
A thin middle-aged man also lit a cigarette in the garden.
The pot-bellied middle-aged brother turned his head and spoke in a low voice.
Hey!"
"
"Mr. Du!"
"When did you come back.
"Why didn't you go to work in the south?
The thin middle-aged man smiled plainly.
"Go... Isn't this the autumn harvest? Only then did I go home."
"I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night..."
"Well, Fatty Wang, my family will kill pigs for a while... you can't come and eat!
The strong man known as Fatty Wang was stunned.
"You are crazy! 35
"Isn't your pig kept for the New Year's pig? 39
"After two more months of raising, at least a few dozen kilograms can be grown..."
"Kill now???
Du Laosan smiled slightly.
"I'm craving pork stewed noodles! 39
"In the middle of the night, this mouthful..."
"I'm thirsty, I can't sleep because I'm thirsty."
Fatty Wang was stunned for a moment.
As if stimulated by something.
He stared at Du Laosan and said faintly.
"Have you also watched CCTV's live broadcast?"
Du Laosan smiled naively at this moment.
"..."
"This issue is about our Liaodong..."
"Liaodong is bitter!
"I don't know what's going on. A few years ago, people from Liaodong were warm-hearted, people from Liaodong, everyone was a good big brother... In the past two years, things have changed."
"I don't know, how could our fellow villagers in Liaodong live so hard back then. 99
"My old lady told me back then that there are no good people in Japanese slaves...⁹⁹
"But I didn't expect that the other party could be so beast!"
"If there really were such a group of fellow villagers in Liaodong over there in the snowfield, and their lives were so miserable, I would kill the pigs ahead of time and give them a bowl of pork stewed noodles."
At this moment, Fatty Wang suddenly lowered his head and did not speak.
Then he rushed back to his home.
Du Laosan and Fatty Wang's home are at the foot of the snowfield where Lin Yan and the others are located, in Baima Village, Guyuan County.
Fatty Wang is already the richest man in Baima Village, and his home's electrical circuits are the best, so the village's big broadcast is also set up in his home.
At this moment, almost every household in Baima Village has orange lights on.
I don't know how many Du Laosan there are, and decided to sharpen their knives.
And right now.
The village broadcast suddenly sounded.
"Hey Hey hey……
"I am the crown!!!"
"Why do you turn on the lights one by one at night? What a shame!
"Tiger is super...
"Every family has a pig, kill the pig, what to eat for the New Year!
"I've got hundreds of pigs in Laozi's pig factory. Even if they kill pigs, will it be your turn?
"Everyone came to Laozi's pig factory to help kill the pigs..."
"Noodles and cabbage, bring your own!
"If you can move the pot, bring your own pot, I don't have that many pots at home..."
"Our Baima Village celebrates the New Year ahead of schedule today.""
Fatty Wang's voice was hoarse at this moment.
But for some reason, while he was broadcasting the broadcast, he looked back at the ghosts on the TV, and still felt a pain in his heart!
He looked at the TV and muttered in a low voice.
"Hometown folks!"
"We... New Year's Eve ahead of schedule!!
And at the same time.
Lin Yan was still trying to figure out how to cook this big dish.
He suddenly saw that it was not very far from the snowfield.
The village at the foot of the snow field.
Suddenly the smoke rose.
Zhang Xinyi even quickly turned the camera around.
Then she opened her backpack.
A drone used for aerial photography was slowly flying towards the direction of Baima Village.
Zhang Xinyi had been carrying this thing in her backpack, but she didn't even think about it.
One day, it will actually be used.
In the footage of the aerial drone, everything in Baima Village gradually became clear...
The village was originally dark.
It was crowded at the moment.
In a factory not far away.
A pig with a fat head and big ears.
He was dragged out by the men.
In the ice and snow, the cauldrons were set up.
And at the same time.
Zhu Yuanzhang looked at that scene and was a little stunned.
"There are really people..."
"Because of what Lao Tzu said, I went to a pot to heat oil, kill pigs and cook!"
And soon, a smile appeared on Zhu Yuanzhang's face!
"As expected of Liaodong!!!39
And at the moment in Baima Village.
Almost every household moved.
Men slaughtered pigs, deboned them, burned fire, and chopped wood.
The woman is holding a spatula and washing the cabbage...
There are two major cuisines in Longsongjiang: North Maozi's improved cuisine and rural cuisine.
For example, Guobaorou is improved from Maozi's sweet and sour pork slices...
Then the rural cuisine is mainly based on the Shuangcheng killing pig dishes, and also includes a series of stewed iron pots: stewed goose in an iron pot, stewed fish in an iron pot, stewed pork ribs in an iron pot, and stewed everything in an iron pot.
Even the simple killing pig dish contains dozens of dishes.
Pig-killing dishes are mainly made by villagers in Liaodong, who kill pigs on New Year's Day or festive days, and cook the whole pig into various dishes.
At this moment, the villagers of Baima Village are skillfully turning the pigs into a fragrant pig-killing dish...
Freshly killed pigs, the new blood sausage filled with the pig's own large intestine membrane is the most delicious, and then the belly, liver, and pork belly are stewed in a large pot, sliced and eaten with garlic.
Pork suet, fat pancreas, bring some other water to boil the oil together, and the remaining oil residue should either be eaten directly with sugar, or left with sauerkraut stuffed dumplings.
Fat sausage is generally not stewed with a large pot. If it is not handled properly, the taste will be too great. Make a fat sausage with onion and pepper, which is fragrant.
The pork kidney tasted too much, and there was no lamb kidney fat. Roasted and eaten is called fresh and tender waist, and slipped and eaten is called Liuyaohua, and it is also fried with oil residue, another kind of dry fragrance.
The whole elbow, pig head, and pig claws are stewed, which is the hardest dish on the table. Either can!!
The ribs are the best for stewed beans, the most valuable part of the pig.
Pig tail is the best dish to drink, and it is usually reserved for the most distinguished guests or people who love it.
However, there are large pieces of fat and thin mixed meat, which are not as fat and thin as pork belly. They are too fat for cooking, and they are too thin to cook in oil. It is too troublesome to chop them into fillings. It is the most suitable for stewing.
The home-style stewing method is generally a braised routine. After cutting and blanching, add a lot of soy sauce to stew, throw a handful of peppercorns and aniseed cinnamon into it, put more water and more salt, the key is to stew for enough time.
Among the villagers in Baima Village, there are peasant women who are particular about it. They also pour some wine into it, which can remove the fishy smell and make the meat fresh and tender. Liquor and beer do not matter. There is no red wine in Baima Village. Inside, poured into a whole large green bottle.
Others just put their own miso. The soy sauce marinated in the countryside is stinky, but it's okay to eat...
After simmering, float a pot of oil, and you will definitely be tired of eating.
...for flowers...
The oils are all good oils, absolutely non-GMO and cannot be wasted.
The solution is to add something that absorbs oil in it.
Starchy foods are preferred.
Vermicelli is the first choice among the first choice, because it is cheap, durable, and delicious.
The vermicelli is dry, it will not spoil for a year.
Baima Village uses wide noodles that are thicker than fingers. They are sturdy and stew-resistant. They are soaked. When the meat is cooked, throw it in, and then simmer for more than ten minutes. Start boiling.
This is Da Liaodong's...pork stewed vermicelli!
In the cauldron that was boiled, other things were still simmering.
It is also common in rural areas.
Potatoes, dried potato chips, cabbage, frozen cabbage, beans, dried beans, eggplant, dried eggplant. What is stewed is called stewed pork.
Of course, it can't be done blindly, and it can't be stewed rice, right?
If these things are stewed together, it is called simmering.
Anyway, there is pork and vermicelli, which is actually enough. In the cold winter, eating a mouthful of stewed vermicelli with pork is enough to satisfy people.
Fatty Wang shuttled back and forth in the middle.
He didn't find the drone in the sky.
Even if you find it, you probably won't care.
He just laughed...
He was not so happy.
Baima Village has not been so lively for a long time.
Some villagers brought over a box of beer, the flame of the big iron pot was not extinguished, and they were still squatting on something else...
Pork stewed vermicelli, chicken stewed with mushrooms, catfish stewed with eggplant, pork ribs stewed with beans. What other sauerkraut stewed white meat, said that the crucian carp stewed tofu, the big bone stick stewed sauerkraut...
They are from Liaodong...
In the world of ice and snow, the warmest...
That night, Fatty Wang slaughtered more than ten big pigs weighing about 400 kilograms.
The aroma of pork wafts to the sky.
I don't know if I can float to that snowfield.
And at the same time.
Du Laosan held up his mobile phone in excitement and ran over.
"Fatty Wang, Fatty Wang..."
"I saw our White Horse Village in the live broadcast..."
Fatty Wang was taken aback.
He looked at the phone held by Mr. Du.
At this moment, the picture is no longer a snow field.
It is the picture of the killing pig in Baima Village shot by drone.
Fatty Wang was stunned for a moment, and he looked up at the dark sky, a little stunned.
Could it be that... this ghost broadcast is real.
Fatty Wang is a little terrified.
But he soon thought of something.
Facing the sky, roaring loudly, with an authentic Liaodong accent!
"A fellow in Liaodong!!!
"I know you still have grievances, but don't make yourself suffer!!!"
"There's nothing that can't be overcome."
"Come to our kang head when you are hungry, and invite you to eat pork stewed vermicelli.
"Please eat dumplings stuffed with sauerkraut, please eat white meat and blood sausage..."
"Please drink old snow beer!"
"We are too small in this small place, we can't give you the white lights and white wax of every household in Jinling! It's freezing and snowing, and you can't find so many flowers in Caiyunzhou. We are not here in the Pearl City, there are high-rise buildings everywhere, prosperous and dreamy. look like...
"We can kill a few pigs for you, and cook a few pots of pork...don't dislike it!""
"When the national disaster was at the forefront, you suffered!!!"
Fatty Wang's voice was hoarse.
Along with it, the aroma wafting from Baima Village seems to have drifted to the snow field.
Lin Yan turned her head.
He found out that those ghosts who died in the "human circle" in those days were resentful. There seems to be some moving signs at the moment.
He and the white-haired Fusu looked at each other.
The two did not hesitate.
A thousand-zhang-liang ghost figure stood up.
A white dragon that once again turned into a five thousand zhang.
With the most resentful, hundreds of thousands of resentful ghosts, they flew directly to the sky above Baima Village.
At this moment in Baima Village, the wind suddenly blew!!!
The wind, the wind, the wind is blowing and the clouds are flying.
In the sky that Fatty Wang and the others can't see.
Countless pitch-black ghosts jumped down from the sky... and then rushed towards the crowd.
But in the end, it all stopped in front of the cauldron and the table full of dishes.
It was a meal they never dreamed of back then...
The villagers of Baima Village were blinded by the strong wind.
But I don't know who started it.
The first one raised the wine glass in his hand.
Speak out loud.
"Cuihua, serve sauerkraut!"
"Fellow fellow, toast to you!""
Afterwards, in Baima Village, all men, women and children raised their wine glasses.
Respect to the fellow countrymen who suffered from the national disaster in the past...
Not only that, the entire Liaodong, I don't know how many people from Liaodong, raised their wine glasses at this moment.
Who knows that Liaodong is as good as the people, the tombs of the rise and fall, and the temples are a few sour Confucians.
Whoever said that frontier fortresses have no character and generosity, the world's heroes are not enough to write thousands of books.