So what if you flee from famine? Start all over again and live a good life every day

Suihe took out a large basin of wood ash from the stove.

Carefully pick up the large pieces of unburned residue to avoid pricking your hands.

In order to wash the large intestines, Sui He got up very early this morning, put the large intestines into a wooden basin, and poured the selected wood ash into it.

In modern times, people like to use flour to wash the large intestine.

Compared with flour, Suihe prefers to use wood ash to wash the large intestine. She remembers that when she was very young, the grandmothers in the village used wood ash to wash the large intestine. Not only was it clean, but the odor was much less, and more importantly, they didn't feel sorry for the flour.

She has a lot of large intestines, so she needs a lot of wood ash.

Pour the wood ash into the basin without adding water. If you add water, it will be too dilute and the mucus on the large intestine will not be rubbed off.

Seeing that the basin was almost done, Sui He stretched out his hands and rubbed it vigorously until the mucus on the surface was rubbed off along with the wood ash.

After the surface was almost washed, Suihe turned the intestine over. There was a lot of oil and sticky film on the inner wall. Suihe likes to eat large intestine, but doesn't like these greasy things.

Under the effect of wood ash, Sui He quickly pulled off the excess fat on it, and then used clean water to clean the large intestine inside and out.

The cleaned large intestine was white and clean, much cleaner. Suihe picked it up and sniffed it. The smell was still there, but it was much less.

"Sui Sui, you washed it so clean, how are you going to eat it later?" Grandma came over, picked up the large intestine, put it to her nose and smelled it: "The large intestine washed with wood ash really has a much less smell."

"Right, in the past, people in the village didn't eat large intestines because they didn't know how to prepare them. If they are prepared well, it can be a rare delicacy." Sui He took the washed large intestines and went into the kitchen

There were a lot of large intestines from the two pigs, and they couldn't be eaten in one meal. Sui He put another set of large intestines into the space. The space had a preservation function, so it was just right to put them in.

Cut the large intestine in your hand into pieces, wait for the temperature in the pot to rise, and throw in a handful of garlic and ginger, which are good for removing the remaining odor. Finally, pour the pig large intestine in.

With a sizzling sound, a large cloud of white smoke came out of the pot.

When the smoke had almost dissipated, Sui He started to stir-fry the pig intestines. After being exposed to high temperatures, the originally soft pig intestines stood up. Sui He took out two large pieces of firewood from the stove and slowly fried them over a low fire.

When the fat on the intestinal wall was almost out, Suihe scooped out the pig intestines. Although Suihe had just removed most of the fat, there was actually a lot of fat on the pig intestines.

The pot was also filled with intestinal oil, and Sui He scooped a large bowl. He looked at the oil in the bowl and smacked his lips. No wonder everyone calls pig intestines "fat intestines".

Sui He scooped up half a pot of water, threw in slices of ginger and garlic, and the spices bought from the pharmacy, and when the water boiled, poured in the pig intestines.

At this time, the odor of pig intestines can be ignored.

"Grandma, watch the pot, I'm going to pull out a radish," Sui He shouted, and walked towards the backyard.

There is a famous delicacy in her hometown called "pork intestines with rice". She has been eating it since she was a child. This delicacy has been engraved into her DNA.

Soft and sticky pork intestines with stewed white radish, a bowl of dry rice, and finally a bowl of sweet soup

Thinking of this, Sui He quickened his pace and ran into the vegetable garden in the backyard.

The vegetables in the backyard were growing well. The cabbages had begun to close inwards, and the white radishes had grown as thick as wrists. Sui He picked a large one, grabbed the radish leaves and started pulling it out.

After pulling out the radishes, Suihe picked up a handful of green onions.

The soup in the pot had already started to turn white. After throwing in the chopped radish, Sui He left it alone and waited for it to stew.

After finishing everything, Suihe came to the yard. She had killed two pigs in one go yesterday. She would be busy in the next few days.

Sui He took out the bucket and started picking the items on the table.

She took a few large pieces of hindquarters meat, which has few tendons and is firm, making it the best for stuffing sausages.

While the soup in the pot was not yet cooked, Suihe cleaned the meat and cut it into strips. Suihe saw that most of the meat in the pot was lean, so he cut some fat into it. Sausages cannot be made entirely of lean meat. If they are all lean, they will taste dry and woody, and not tasty. I don't want the kind that oozes oil all over.

After Suihe marinated the meat strips, he took out the small intestines and washed them. The small intestines were used to make sausage casings.

As soon as Sui He finished processing the meat, the gate to the yard opened and Grandpa came in carrying a basket of things on his back.

"Grandpa, you're back." Sui He took it and put it aside: "Just right, the soup in the pot is almost ready, we can eat after a rest."

"Okay," Grandpa replied, and sat on the stool to rest.

Sui He walked into the kitchen and opened the lid of the pot. A fresh fragrance wafted in her face. Sui He looked at the white soup in the pot, picked up a spoon to taste the saltiness, then scooped a large bowl of soup and brought it to the table: "Grandma, it's time to eat."

"Sui Sui, what is this?" Grandpa looked at the familiar thing in the bowl curiously.

"This is the pork intestines that we stew every year. Try it." Grandma scooped a small bowl and handed it to Grandpa.

Grandpa took it, blew it carefully, and drank a mouthful of the sweet carrot soup: "Not bad, I didn't expect that the soup made from this pig intestine is so delicious."

"Yeah, if it tastes good, drink more. I didn't put any chili in it." Sui He scooped a bowl of soup proudly. She knew that no one could resist the temptation of pig intestines.

"It's so rare that Sui Sui actually stews soup without adding chili peppers one day." Grandma also took a sip and joked to Sui He: "This soup tastes so fresh and refreshing."

"No way, I rarely put chili in soup," Sui He retorted.

After they finished their meal in the yard, Grandpa took out the coarse salt he had bought from his backpack. They were going to pickle the meat.

Grandpa took out the newly bought braised meat jar and cleaned it. Grandma washed the meat while Suihe sat in the yard and stuffed sausages.

Sui He held a bamboo tube in his hand, put the small intestine on the bamboo tube, tied one end with a rope, and then slowly poured the marinated meat into it through the other end of the bamboo tube.

This is a delicate job and you can't rush it, otherwise it will easily puncture the small intestine.

By the time Sui He finished processing the meat, two days had passed. He put the last piece of ribs coated with salt into the vat. Sui He was too tired to talk.

The main reason is that there is too much meat. Excluding the heads and bones of the two pigs, there are more than 300 kilograms of meat. With so much meat, Suihe's family did not plan to sell it, but kept it to make cured meat for themselves.

Thinking about the cured pork ribs and cured pork feet, the spirit of Suihe is rising again. Pull over the lid and cover the jar of marinated meat. These need to be marinated for about a week. When all the salt is absorbed into the meat, it will be marinated.

At that time, smoke it with fruit wood branches. When the outside is waxy yellow and black, it is successful. This kind of cured meat can be hung in the kitchen and eaten all year round.

After finishing all these, Sui He was too tired to move. He lay on the stone bench in the yard. His waist was sore from bending over.

When the bacon is ready, the New Year will not be far away. This is her first New Year here, and also their first New Year in Qingshan Village.

"Don't lie on the table, you are already a grown-up girl, pay attention to your manners." Grandma walked in from the yard and saw Sui He lying on the table like a boneless person: "Be careful or someone will see you."

"Oh," Sui He responded and stood up.