The game starts with fleeing from famine, the boss of the end times is in trouble

Zhang waited for the donkey to finish eating the corn flour, then she poured water into the basin and added a handful of crushed salt. She forgot to add salt when she fed the donkey water before, Zhang thought in annoyance. The donkey at home was usually fed by Yun the butcher and several children, and Zhang didn't feed it very often, otherwise she couldn't forget to add salt.

Zhang was sitting on a rock, leaning against a tree behind her and dozing off. Suddenly, the little donkey rubbed its head against Zhang. Zhang woke up with a start, and suddenly she remembered that she was feeding the little donkey water, so how could she fall asleep?

Zhang looked at the basin in front of the donkey, and found that the donkey had already drunk all the water. Zhang picked up the basin and put it aside, then filled the donkey's basket with grass. Zhang brushed off the grass, walked to the mat, took off her shoes, and lay down to sleep.

The forest beside the official road was very long, and the people in Yunjia Village were also scattered, so everyone was a little far away from each other. And at this time, except for the people on duty, the rest of the people in Yunjia Village were asleep.

Last night, everyone was very nervous, and we were all on the road, so we were tired and sleepy. Now that we had finished our meal, it was time for a good sleep. All we could hear in the woods was snoring. Fortunately, we were far away from each other, so we couldn't hear each other very clearly, so it didn't affect our sleep.

Yun the butcher slept for about an hour before he woke up. He first looked at the donkey and found that Zhang had already fed it. The donkey had a round belly. Alas, I don't know when my wife fell asleep. She is so hard-working. Yun the butcher thought distressedly.

Butcher Yun put the fat meat next to the big iron pot, waiting for Zhang to wake up so that she could make lard. Then, he took out the basket of pig offal separately. He found a clean large earthenware basin and put it aside, and poured a bowl of strong liquor. Then, Butcher Yun first smeared strong liquor on the pig offal, and then smeared salt. After smearing each piece of pig offal, he arranged them and put them in the large earthenware basin. There was still some strong liquor left in the bowl, which Butcher Yun also poured on the pig offal in the earthenware basin.

Butcher Yun wiped his hands, found a clean basket and covered the earthenware basin. He looked at the pig's feet in another basket, and there were still three. Butcher Yun thought for a while and decided to pickle them and eat them slowly.

This time, he poured half a bowl of white wine and half a bowl of soy sauce. He first spread the white wine evenly on the pig's feet, and then spread the soy sauce on it. The key is to spread it evenly. After spreading everything, as usual, put it in a clean earthenware basin, and then pour the remaining white wine and soy sauce on the pig's feet. Finally, Yun the butcher also found a clean basket to cover the earthenware basin.

The pig's offal and pig's feet need to be marinated for a while to absorb the flavor, but it's hard to find an opportunity to be alone like today next time. So, Yun the butcher decided to smoke the pig's offal and pig's feet with firewood all night before going to bed. The temperature during the day is still a bit high, and only by smoking these meats dryer and less watery can they be stored well.

After Yun the butcher cleaned up the pig's feet, he simply washed the fat meat and put it all into the big iron pot, and added half a bucket of water to the pot. He had just sat on the stone in front of the stove and was about to add firewood to the fire when Zhang woke up and came over.

"Boss, why did you wake up so early? Are you still sleepy? Do you want to go to sleep for a while?" Zhang asked with concern.

"No, wife. I've slept a long time. I've rested."

"Wife, let me tell you. I have marinated the pig's offal with white wine and salt, and the pig's feet with white wine and soy sauce. This way, we can taste two flavors when we eat them." Butcher Yun looked at the children who were still sleeping and said in a low voice.

"Boss, did you put too much white wine and salt? It's still a little hot during the day. I'm worried that if you put too little, the meat will go bad." Zhang asked hurriedly.

"Don't worry, wife. I put a lot of white wine, salt, and soy sauce. After marinating them before going to bed at night, I will smoke them and I guarantee they will stay put." Yun the butcher said in a low voice.

"That's good, head of the household. However, we have to move the basins onto the donkey cart. Soon, the villagers will come to you and Yiyi to find water on the mountain. It would not be good to put them outside and be seen by everyone." Zhang said in a low voice.

"Then I'll move it to the donkey cart now." Yun the butcher stood up, carried the earthenware basin and basket of pig offal, and put them on the donkey cart. Zhang also came up with the earthenware basin and basket of pig feet. Yun the butcher took them and put them on the donkey cart, and lowered the curtain in front of the donkey cart. In this way, no one would know what was on the donkey cart unless the curtain was opened.

As soon as Yun the butcher drove the donkey cart into the woods, he untied the donkey cart from the little donkey. The donkey cart was now leaning against a big tree. The little donkey was eating grass and resting about five or six meters away from the donkey cart.

Zhang and Yun the Butcher walked to the big iron pot and stopped. Yun the Butcher added more firewood to the fire, while Zhang opened the pot and took a look.

"Master, have you put salt in the pot?"

"I only added water and no salt. I thought I'd add salt when it's time to serve so it doesn't become too salty. What do you think, wife?" Yun the Butcher asked in a low voice.

"It's okay to add salt at the end. But, use a lower fire. If the fire is too big, the oil in the pot will splash everywhere." Zhang said in a low voice.

After hearing what Zhang said, Yun the butcher pulled out a few large pieces of firewood from the stove, put out the fire, and put them aside for later use. After Yun the butcher finished, he smiled awkwardly at Zhang.

"Fortunately, I woke up in time. Otherwise, the lard would have either been burnt or splashed all over your body, causing blisters." Zhang rolled her eyes at Yun the butcher and said.

"Oh, wife, I didn't mean it. I just thought that I would be angry and refine it faster," said Yun the Butcher embarrassedly.

"Okay, I won't nag you anymore. I'll be very happy if you can help me with the work. I don't feel bad if the lard is burnt. But it's very painful when the oil splashes on your body and causes blisters, and it takes a long time to heal." Zhang said in a low voice.

"I knew that my wife loves me." Yun the butcher said flatteringly.

Zhang gave Yun the butcher a cold look and said nothing.

At this time, there was a crackling sound in the pot. Zhang opened the lid halfway, turned the fat with a spatula, and then covered the pot again.

"Boss, keep the fire down a bit." Zhang said in a low voice.

"Okay, wife." Butcher Yun pulled the firewood out of the stove hole, and the fire in the stove became much smaller.

Zhang turned the fat in the big iron pot every two minutes, and soon the rich aroma of lard wafted out.

"The lard smells so good, my wife." Yun the butcher said happily.