Chapter 140

Although the county town wasn't small, in less than ten minutes, Wang An arrived at the house.

The courtyard wall was very high, and at this time, the gate was still tightly closed. Anyone standing outside the courtyard couldn't see the situation inside the courtyard.

Wang An pushed the gate, but it didn't open; it should have been bolted from inside the courtyard.

Wang An didn't care either. Although the house was his, it had been lent out, so for a short time, it belonged to others.

"Bang, bang, bang," Wang An knocked on the wooden door.

Soon, a shout came from inside: "Who is it? What are you doing?" The assimilation ability of the Northeast was truly very strong. This tone was full of local flavor, making people feel very close as soon as they heard it, and they immediately knew it was a local!

"Me, Wang An," Wang An shouted from outside the door.

"Coming, coming," he only heard someone inside, not knowing if it was Fang Xiue or Fang Xiuying, shout.

Immediately after, he heard the "bang-lang" sound of the door-bolting bar falling to the ground inside, and then the door was opened from the inside.

"Are you Fang Xiue or Fang Xiuying?" Wang An asked somewhat suspiciously. The sisters looked exactly the same, which was seriously somewhat difficult to recognize, so he had to ask before speaking.

"I am Fang Xiuying," he only heard Fang Xiuying say.

"Oh, then you go and call your sister out too, and move these things inside," Wang An ordered directly.

Wang An was speaking, but he didn't drive the sled into the courtyard. He picked up the pig heads from outside the courtyard and brought them into the courtyard. Fang Xiuying hadn't even had time to call her sister when he saw Fang Xiue come out of the room.

Seeing Wang An, Fang Xiue was quite happy, but Wang An didn't look at her, but continued to order, "Hurry up, move them quickly, I'm busy." Blood sausage was waiting at home, so he had to be busy!

"Hey, I know." In fact, Fang Xiue was still a bit confused, just walking toward the outside of the courtyard in a daze.

When she walked outside the courtyard and saw her younger sister also carrying a pig head, she carried out the last pig head.

When Wang An was picking up the pig trotters from the sled, he found that Fang Xiue had only taken one pig head and wanted to enter the courtyard, so he stopped Fang Xiue: "Hey, take more; why are you so lazy?"

While speaking, Wang An stuffed the pig trotters he had just picked up into Fang Xiue's left arm, and only after she couldn't hold any more did he say, "Alright, you can go into the courtyard."

He saw Fang Xiue carrying the pig head in her right hand and holding a pile of pig trotters in her left hand, walking crookedly and clumsily into the courtyard!

Wang An didn't pay attention anymore, because Fang Xiuying came out again. Wang An didn't speak, just started picking up pig trotters and putting them into Fang Xiuying's arms.

Until all the pig trotters were picked into Fang Xiuying's arms, Wang An put a lump of frozen-hard pig offal on top of the pile of pig trotters, and only then did he wave his hand, signaling Fang Xiuying to enter the courtyard.

Until the end, Wang An entered the courtyard with two pieces of normal wild boar meat.

He didn't enter the room either. After handing one piece of meat to each of the sisters, he said, "These things are all for you to take; clean them up and eat them yourselves."

After hearing what Wang An said, the sisters, each holding a piece of meat weighing more than 5 jin, looked foolishly at the 5 pig heads gnashing their teeth at the doorway, and a pile of pig trotters and pig tails with long black hair, as well as 5 huge lumps of pig offal that looked like poop!

However, the sisters weren't disgusted by these things, nor were they complaining that Wang An had brought so many "magical things"! They were just shocked by the quantity of these things given to them!

So at this moment, the sisters were still quite happy. No matter what, these things, although a bit troublesome to eat, were all meat!

Besides, for two idlers, the least valuable thing was time! As long as they could eat it, the thing they feared least was trouble!

After Wang An finished speaking, he didn't care about the sisters' reaction and turned to walk toward the outside of the courtyard.

On the way, Wang An sat on the sled, puffing on a cigarette, looking at his watch from time to time. He simply wished he could grow wings, be a bird-man for once, and fly straight home! The blood sausage he was thinking about! Don't let it be eaten up!

The horse seemed to understand its master's mood and ran fast without needing a whip.

Finally, after galloping all the way, Wang An rushed home. Looking at his watch, very good, very good! It wasn't even 12 o'clock yet!

In the courtyard, around the temporarily built stove, there was ice everywhere, and there were tufts of wild boar hair frozen in the ice. On the stove, the big iron pot had already been moved back into the room, and the wooden fire had already gone out.

These all indicated that the pig had been completely processed!

In the courtyard, a large group of children were running around everywhere. Wang An didn't pay attention either. After tying the horse well, he dashed into the room in one step.

In the Northeast, killing a pig is generally done by building a temporary stove in the courtyard, and using the pot on this temporary stove to boil water to remove the pig hair.

Build a door panel on the stove, with the other end of the door panel on a stool, and then lift the pig onto the door panel, with its butt toward the pot and its head sticking out, placing a basin under the pig's neck to catch the blood.

Before catching the pig blood, you must put salt and water in the basin. When the blood flows out, you must use a long rolling pin or spoon to constantly stir in the basin. In this way, the pig blood will not coagulate.

Filling blood sausage is very simple. What must be added is chopped lard or intestinal fat. Of course, lard soaked in boiling water is also fine.

If you have the conditions, add a few raw eggs; it doesn't matter if you don't add raw eggs! Then, according to your taste, add chopped green onions, dried chopped cilantro, prickly ash powder, etc., to the blood. Finally, you must add salt. The specific amount depends on your taste.

Pig blood sausage must use thin intestines; large intestines won't work. The reason is very simple: it's not that taste!

After Wang An ran into the room, he happened to see the cooked pig blood sausage on the sauerkraut in the big iron pot. Wang An had long been craving it, pulled out a section, blew on it twice, and put it into his mouth!

After tearing off a piece with his teeth and chewing gently, the fragrance filled his mouth, making Wang An unable to find north for a moment! This kind of original, freshly cooked blood sausage was truly fragrant! It was especially delicious!

Soon, this section of blood sausage was eaten by Wang An. He glanced at the room full of people and gave up the idea of eating another piece.

In fact, although blood sausage is delicious and very popular in the Northeast, not everyone likes to eat it. A considerable number of people don't like to eat it!

To put it bluntly, this stuff is eating pig blood! And it's fresh red pig blood that is trembling like bean curd!

At the dinner table, everyone naturally praised and envied Wang An. Since Wang An started mountain-gathering, Wang An's family life had simply undergone earth-shaking changes.

The relatives in the room had all eaten a lot of the various wild animal meat sent by Wang Dazhu. They were relatives, so naturally, they didn't skimp on praise.

It was just that while talking, the second aunt, Yao Ping, who had drunk a little wine, took advantage of the wine and said to Wang An, "Little An, second aunt has something she wants to ask of you."

Wang An was stunned, secretly thinking it wasn't a good thing! But he still smiled and said, "Second aunt, look at what you're saying. If you have something to say, just say it; what ask or not ask."

He only heard Yao Ping say embarrassedly, "I'm thinking of letting your younger brother Wang Li go mountain-gathering with you. Do you think it's okay?"

As soon as Yao Ping finished speaking, Wang Li stopped his action of picking up food and looked at his fourth brother, Wang An, somewhat nervously.

The relatives in the whole room also stopped talking, wanting to hear what Wang An would say.

And Wang An, upon hearing this, felt suspicious in his heart. Wang Li was 16 this year, a bit too young, but in the countryside, he wasn't small anymore. Some were already married at 16, and there were even more who were engaged!

Although the two were brothers, their relationship was also quite good!

But Wang Li going mountain-gathering with Wang An was basically useless to Wang An, and it could even be said that he was a burden!

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(End of chapter)