The large yard of the production team has now completely become a slaughterhouse.

The heirloom of the big pot when eating a big pot, the big pot with a hundred prints came in handy again.

The diameter of this pot is 130 cm, and children can practice dog padding when they enter.

Generally, the large iron pot that individuals cook at home only has six or eight seals. Compared with this, it is the grandchildren's.

The steaming water is boiled in the pot, which is specially used to remove pig hair.

There were rows of chopping boards beside the pot, and there were slaughtered fat pigs. More than a dozen men were holding iron scrapers and scrambling them.

The shaved pig was white and fat. Zhang Dashuai led another group of people to remove the head and hooves, open the lid, and finally divided the pork into two large fans and pushed it into the brigade's warehouse for freezing.

This is commonly known as half a pork, and you can load it directly with the car and take it away.

There are still people who are responsible for pouring the intestines, so there is no time to clean the intestines. Who can buy them back and clean them up?

If you put a hang of large intestine, heart, liver and lungs into a string, and freeze it alone, even if you clean up a pig.

Liu Qingshan looked at it. Thirty or forty people had been slaughtered in that morning.

At the beginning, everyone brought a large basin from their homes to pick up pig blood.

Even if you don’t have blood sausages, you can still steam blood tofu, at least it’s meaty.

But later on, there was too much pig blood. This thing was just a taste of fresh food. Who could drink pig blood every time?

In the end, the pig's blood was accumulated into a large trough and frozen into a big lump.

Captain Zhang started shouting at the top of his throat: "One household gets two pieces of oil and a pair of heads and hooves into the water. Everyone comes to pick them up quickly, but there is no place to put them!"

There is also this good thing, so the villagers will be polite. Everyone in the family is in battle, and Erzhao is happily following his own adults with a pig tail.

His father said before: "Children cannot eat their tails, they are afraid of it after they finish eating!"

The meaning of being afraid of the future is that when you walk at night, you will always be suspicious, and you may be suspected that someone will follow you behind you.

When Er Jiazi heard this, he threw his arm and threw the pig's tail into the ditch.

This kind of behavior cannot be spoiled, and naturally I will inevitably get shot.

For a moment, the child cried and the dog barked, which was very lively.

When slaughtering pigs, all the dogs of all sizes came to the village. No matter how bad they were, they could lick the pig blood on the ground to satisfy their cravings.

Liu Qingshan also received all the money from his own and grandfather's house, but Captain Zhang got him another one, saying it was from his mute grandfather.

There are a lot of things, quite a lot of them. I found a sled to pull them back, and also scooped half a basin of pig blood with ice chips.

While the pig's intestines were not frozen, it just happened to wash out a pair of them. You have to rub this thing twice with salt first.

My mother also scooped a few scoops of sauerkraut water from the sauerkraut jar, washed it with sauerkraut water, and finally washed it with clean water, and then the blood sausage began to be filled with blood.

The most important thing about blood-filling sausage is to grasp the ratio of water and blood. Liu Qingshan also cut some mesh oil and chopped it into the pig's blood.

Mesh oil is the grease wrapped around the intestines, falling in the slightest bits, and together with cockscomb oil, it is usually called water oil, which is distinguished from the flakes of plate oil.

The eldest sister and the second sister directly boiled lard in the big pot in the courtyard.

Pour less water into the pot first, then clean the oil, cut it into large pieces, and throw it into the pot and boil it slowly.

Of course, you can also add less salt, so the oil produced is even more delicious.

Moreover, salt also has a preservative effect, preventing the large oil in the meat oil jar from deteriorating when it is hot in summer, commonly known as halo.

At this time, the meat oil jar is the treasure of every household, and they are counting on this little oil star throughout the year.

There is another function: if the children at home are old and they will not be able to find a partner.

As parents, they will send the child to move a meat-and-oil jar on New Year's Eve, which means "having a marriage".

After boiling for more than an hour, the moisture in the pot gradually became dry and the oil residue turned golden, so you can scoop out the meat oil with a spoon.

At this time, you must not scoop directly into the jar. As the temperature is too high, the jar will seep oil.

You must first scoop into an enamel basin, dry it, and pour it into the jar before solidification.

Liu Yinfeng cut two more sauerkraut trees and fryed a sauerkraut powder in the oil pan.

In the room, Liu Qingshan also cooked the blood sausages and supper officially began.

The blood sausage was fresh and tender. Professor Wang picked up a piece, dipped it in a bit of garlic paste, and he kept nodding: "Haha, the taste is good, I can't eat this taste in the city."

There is a plate of oil on the table, which is the most satisfying of cravings, but it is best not to eat too much. People who have no oil in their stomachs will eat too much, so look at it.

In addition to these dishes, there is also a fried cabbage slice with black fungus, which is also very popular among Professor Wang's couple.

Especially the black fungus, it tastes crunchy.

"There are also occasionally black fungus sold in the city, but the price is expensive, and it costs seven or eight yuan per pound..."

Grandma Wang was muttering in her mouth that this price was indeed high at that time. How much money did it take to make in a month?

“So expensive?”

Liu Qingshan was a little puzzled. The local products company in their county only purchased dry fungus for two or three yuan per pound.

Generally speaking, it would be nice to have ten kilograms of fresh fungus that can produce one kilogram of dry fungus. If it is not dry well, it will rot and deteriorate.

Therefore, although there are many wild fungus in the mountains, everyone is not very enthusiastic about picking them.

Liu Qingshan brought some mountain goods to the city the previous few times, hoping to find sales channels, but in this era where state-owned enterprises are the ones, channels are not so easy to establish.

But what is certain is that black fungus cultivation is a very promising industry, and this is proven.

So after dinner, Liu Qingshan pulled Grandpa Wang into the greenhouse.

"Xiaoshanzi, our Jiapigou greenhouse is really a bit beyond my expectations."

Professor Wang was also quite pleased when he looked at the lush scene in the greenhouse.

During the summer vacation, Liu Shikui led Liu Qingshan to his house. When Liu Qingshan said that Jiapigou was going to build a plastic greenhouse, he could not have imagined that he could create such a big formation.

"When winter comes this year, I will take my students to Jiapigou for on-site inspection and study. I will feel that it is shallow."

Professor Wang already had a preliminary plan in his mind.

"Okay, Grandpa Wang, when will you come, we all welcome you."

Of course, Liu Qingshan hopes to get more technical support, and Professor Wang’s agricultural college is the most appropriate one.

He thought for a while and continued, "Grandpa Wang, our greenhouse is still very imperfect and too simple."

"For example, this frame can be made of metal and plastic, which we spliced ​​together by ourselves. Not only is it time-consuming and labor-intensive, but it has been blown away in winter."

"If the Agricultural College comes forward and contacts relevant factories to specialize in producing greenhouse materials, it should be very promising. Our county will make every effort to develop the plastic greenhouse industry next year."

"Well, what you said makes sense. After I go back, I will report the situation to the school."

Professor Wang nodded in agreement. He also knew that with the current ability of county-level factories, he could not produce the film needed for plastic greenhouses.

Liu Qingshan also thought about running to the factory himself, but thinking about the rigidity and superior concepts in the factory now, he would definitely hit walls everywhere, so he gave up this idea.

But Professor Wang is different. If the Agricultural College comes forward, the factory will not dare to put on airs.

"Grandpa Wang, the development prospects of plastic greenhouses are very broad, I'll show you something fun."

Liu Qingshan led Professor Wang to a clump of cucumber racks and reached out to pick up the tangled cucumber seeds.

Professor Wang waved his hands repeatedly: "I just ate full, but I can't eat cucumbers anymore."

"Not a cucumber, look!"

Liu Qingshan pointed to the exposed pillar, which was used to support the greenhouse.

"Is this a long fungus?"

Professor Wang couldn't help but get interested when he looked at the black fungus on the surface of the wooden pillars: it felt really amazing that everyone in the winter could grow fungus.

"Grandpa Wang, a plastic greenhouse can not only be used to cultivate vegetables, fruits, melons, and edible fungi, but also have a bright future."

Professor Wang took off a piece of fungus and felt that the flesh was thick, so he nodded with satisfaction: "Fungi don't like light, so this blocking plastic is best not that transparent."

After all, he is an expert, and his professionalism is undoubtedly the point.

Liu Qingshan knew that the greenhouses that later cultivated edible fungi were mostly made of black films.

So he expressed this idea, followed Professor Wang, went back to the house together, washed his hands, and sat down to discuss in detail.

Liu Qingshan said: "Grandpa Wang, you also know that asking us to go up the mountain to pick mushrooms, fungus, etc., and asking us to plant them will be a disgrace. So in terms of technology, I hope to get the support of you and the Agricultural College."

"This is a killing of multiple goals. Students from the Agricultural College are equivalent to having an internship base. If we can make a fortune from Jiapigou, the general public's vegetable basket will be richer."

Although the vegetable basket project will take three or four years to propose, Professor Wang is still very clear about the problem of single vegetable varieties and shortage of quantity.

He pondered for a while and felt that Liu Qingshan’s proposal was very good, with clear ideas, strong operationality, and certain feasibility.

Although their Agricultural College has not cultivated black fungus and some fungi species, it seems that it is good to carry out such a new project.

"Xiao Shanzi, Grandpa Wang is really happy that you have these ideas."

Professor Wang first encouraged Liu Qingshan a few words, and then continued, "But this matter is not something I can tell the final word by myself. It is better to use these days to write a piece of material and I will take it back and hand it over to the school leadership."

Of course, Liu Qingshan agreed: "Okay, Grandpa Wang, then I will write a feasibility report."
To be continued...