Bacon is a cured meat that has been processed through special steps. After making it by farmers, it will often be taken out to eat at the end of the spring, so it is named after it.

It is a rural specialty that can be stored for a long time. It serves itself and can also be used to entertain guests. Therefore, the truly excellent bacon has always been found at home.

That's what this piece is.

Pigs raised in the countryside drink natural spring water in the stream, eat wild vegetables in the mountains, and are fed cooked bran food cooked with firewood, so the taste is naturally very unique.

The most important step in making bacon is smoke. Yunzhongshan produces many pine and cypress, which is convenient for obtaining it. It is the usual source of firewood for daily cooking and fire.

Hang the salted meat strips above the stove. After years of smoke and fire, the meat became charred over time, but the special smell of pine and cypress smoke was smoked.

After the stone is heated, the washed and cut into thin slices are pasted and fryed. The meat is rich in fat and slowly seeped out as the meat is fryed and grilled. The sound of the meat begins to spread.

At this time, the sorghum wine in the bamboo tube was already warm.

Fang Chang grabbed the bamboo tube, took a sip, and then used pine branches as chopsticks, and took the roasted bacon slices into his mouth.

Yes! Delicious.

The meat is rich in aroma, crispy skin and soft meat, and has a good taste, with a hint of smoked pine and cypress. As the salt penetrates into it, it is a little salty, but it highlights the flavor, and it is indeed a good bacon.

Sorghum wine is also good. The homemade wine is not filtered or pinched or removed from the tail. However, because sorghum wine needs to be steamed, it is quite clear. Drink for two sips, it will be sweet and refreshing, and the fragrance will remain on the cheeks. The mellow and aftertaste will not dissipate for a long time.

Soon, I drank all the wine and meat, which was pleasant.

He took out the stones in the fire pit, leaned against the side and rested for a while, read the book again, and walked out of the thatched bamboo wooden house with his hands behind his back.

Starlight outside shines.

On the black silk-like sky, there were stars dots, the moon had not yet risen, everything around it was dim, the mist was floating like a veil wrapped around the mountains. The hut behind me was emitting fireworks. When I walked to the cliff, there were scattered lights in the distance, which was the earth at the foot of the mountain.

Facing this, Jing Fangchang smiled, turned back, and checked the previous pottery.

They should be completely dry this time.

Fortunately, I had nothing to do at night. I didn’t want to adjust my breathing. If I entered into meditation and practiced, I didn’t need sleep. I had accumulated enough firewood, so I just turned on the furnace and fired it now.

After cleaning the previous furnace and checking that there were no cracks, Fang Chang began to break the firewood and fill it in.

Then take out the ceramic blank, carefully put it in the furnace, and fill it with firewood around it finely.

The fire pit was burning. Take a piece of pine branches to attract the fire, ignite the fuel in the furnace, and start taking care of it, and constantly breaking the firewood and put it carefully in the furnace.

The sky is getting darker and darker.

The lights in the distance below the mountain gradually faded.

Only the fire in the furnace on Xianqi Cliff was left, which shone out from the ash from the furnace entrance, reflecting a small piece of ground around it.

The night wind gradually rose, and the air became even colder. After taking a few deep breaths, Fang Chang looked in from the mouth of the stove and saw that several utensils were burning red and hot. He carefully maintained the fire and maintained the temperature in the stove.

The fire pit in the thatched hut gradually faded, and all the birds and beasts had fallen asleep, and the insects were chirping in the grass around them clearly.

A silver moon rises into the air.

The night is so beautiful.

It was not until the east was white and Fangchang stopped adding firewood, and the temperature in the furnace slowly dropped. This time, most of the firewood I collected was consumed.

First go to the big rock by the cliff, take advantage of the first ray of sunshine in the morning, and breathe cross-legged.

After practicing for a while, I found a few more fruits for breakfast. Fang Chang went into the mountains and forests and replenished the firewood again. The firewood in the morning was still covered with dew and was slightly damp. It needed to be piled on the open space and air-dried before it could be stored.

When the temperature in the furnace dropped and he could touch it, he carefully pushed away the ashes and took out several utensils from it.

Bowls, plates, and cans, and the shape is not smooth and symmetrical enough. Take them to the stream and fill them with water one by one. It is not bad to seep any cracks and leaks. If it is damaged, you can crush them and add them to the next furnace.

The stream is still a little far away from the house. If you look back, you should take time to lead the stream water over, which will be much more convenient.

The success rate of this furnace is quite high. Fangchang not only has tableware, but also cooking utensils.

Looking for a few stones, he laid the pot of water by the fire pit. He cut the remaining fruits in the morning into small pieces and threw them into them to cook. As the water splashes rolled, the fruit soup in the pot gradually became better.

Perfect!

I scooped the soup in a bowl with a long handle made of bamboo tubes, tasted it in a square and long way, and praised myself in my heart.

Wash the cooking utensils and tableware, he carried the basket on his back and walked towards the bamboo forest at the foot of the mountain. He was going to cut some back. Bamboo is a very useful material.

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The mountain people picked or carried them, carrying incense, candles, wine, five-color sacrifices, simple musical instruments, and followed the path and headed towards the mountain.

After hearing about this, some people came from neighboring villages and nearby towns to join in the fun. Several vendors even heard about the news, carrying loads and following the crowds of people, because there were many people here, their business was pretty good.

It is the slack season now. People from Linxi Village did not wait for too long after receiving Fang Chang's instructions. After a simple preparation, the whole village went out to worship the mountain temple.

The rarely visited hillside has become lively again.

The path became wider and solid again under the trampling of everyone. There was no road in the mountains, but when there were more people walking here, it became a road.

The little temple was decorated with red silk and placed offerings. Several young people from the village musical instruments began to play. The red silk cloth with a flower in the middle has been used for many years. It will be taken down after worship and will be used next year.

The god Zhang Shan, who was resting in his cave and calmed down these days, was startled by the movements outside and quickly stood up to observe the scene outside.

What are they doing?

The mountain god was inexplicably surprised. It was not the time now, so why did he start worshiping?

However, if you have incense, you can collect it. For God, this thing is better, and the quality is good this time. After squeezing a large wave of incense, the mountain god felt that his body was stable and his soul was strong. Most of his fatigue and pain were gone, leaving only a little.

When the villagers burned incense and candles to worship, the elderly host stood in front of praying. From the prayers he compiled, the mountain god knew that it was because of the water source of Linxi Village.

After understanding the whole story, the god Zhang Shandi's favor for Fang Chang doubled: Fang Shangxian's actions made people feel like they were bathed in spring breeze, and he was indeed a master of Taoism.

The mountains are barren and there are few festivals. During the year, the mountain god rarely gets so fat. He feels that he has made money and decides that he has the chance and must thank him in person.

After the worship, the mountain people did not leave, and the fun continued in the open space in front of the mountain temple.

Everyone divided the offerings, collected red silk cloth, and then some strong young people took out tools and some bricks, tiles and lime from the load they carried, and began to heighten and strengthen the small temple, deepening it back and forth.
Chapter completed!