The Clever Wife of the 1960s Chapter 3

Chapter 3. Divide the meat and boil lard

Chen Rou, who came from the end of the world, was also very satisfied after hearing this. Not letting her go hungry was a very sweet love talk.

The next day, it was still dark, but everyone was already up.

Chen Rou did not go to watch the pig being slaughtered, but Han Guobin went. After watching the pig being slaughtered, Han Guobin went home and asked his wife to bring the basin.

"What do you want to eat?" Chen Rou asked on the way to share the pork.

"It's up to you." Han Guobin said.

Chen Rou had already thought about it last night. Her share was almost negligible, but she could still get some of it according to Han Guobin's work points.

But this time only one pig was slaughtered, and each household would not get much.

But when it was Chen Rou's turn, she still set her sights on the fat, as she depended on it to make oil!

Fatty meat was now generally recognized as first-rate meat, and under the envious and jealous eyes of those who were queuing behind her, she unceremoniously asked for a big piece of fatty meat.

That means there is more at the back, otherwise people would not agree to let her have such a big piece.

In addition to this piece of meat, Chen Rou ordered some rice noodles and lean meat, not much, just enough to add to the dish.

The couple carried these things home, and Chen Rou left the rice sausage to Han Guobin to deal with.

She carried the meat into the small kitchen and saw Han Guobin was worried about the meat.

The piece of fat she brought home weighed only half a pound at most. She was now giving it to Yiliang from her space.

I dare not do more, for fear of being exposed.

Not only did he get an extra half pound of fat, but he also cut out an extra piece of lean meat.

The village only slaughtered one pig, and every household had to share the spoils. How much could each family get? But the autumn harvest was coming soon, so something was better than nothing.

Chen Rou used the chipped knife to cut meat. She would wait for the next chance to go into the city to use her collection of kitchen knives. The knives she collected were for self-defense, and they were extremely sharp.

The pot was heated up vigorously, and the fat meat cut into small pieces was put into the pot. The aroma of the oil came out immediately.

Chen Rou was boiling lard while sprinkling salt on the lean meat to marinate it.

Even if it is one pound of lean meat, it is actually not much, let alone half a pound. But as the saying goes, it is better to have something than nothing.

Outside, Han Guobin smelled the aroma of oil and couldn't help but speed up the process of washing the rice noodles.

It’s been a long time since I last had meat.

"Guobin, can we make our rice noodles stewed with pickles?" Chen Rou said in the kitchen.

Han Guobin was in a somewhat disturbed mood. He found that his wife had become very soft since she had hit her head and was thinking it over.

For example, when talking to him now, she could call him Guobin softly and ask him to put his life in her hands.

"You arrange it." Han Guobin said.

Chen Rou was quite satisfied, so she made her own arrangements. She took a pickle from the pickle jar, washed it, and took it into the kitchen to cut it.

There are still too few utensils in the house. I should buy a few more pots, bowls, and pans so that I can have more things I need.

It’s not even six o’clock yet, but the aroma of oil can waft through every household that has received its share of meat.

Chen Rou knew that there was little meat at the moment, and she really wanted to get more fat to make oil. This was a rare opportunity, and there would be no such shop after this one. Otherwise, if only hers was the only one that smelled the fragrance, wouldn't all the neighbors come to her door to ask about it?

But in the end, no more fat was taken out, after all, one pound of fatty pork was already twice as much as what we brought back.

The same goes for lean meat. If she really took too much and Han Guobin asked her about it, what would she say?

But obviously she was worrying too much, Han Guobin was not the kind of person who would ask such questions.

After preparing the rice noodles, he brought them in. Chen Rou took them and cut them herself. By this time, the lard was almost cooked, so she scooped it into a clay pot that she had washed and dried yesterday.

The oil produced from a pound of fat is not much, but it is not a small amount at this moment. She originally wanted to scoop all the lard into the earthenware jar, but when she saw that Han Guobin did not leave, she scooped out a large piece of lard, blew it cool, and then put it to his mouth.

Han Guobin was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that his wife was giving it to him. He looked at his wife, and since there was more, he opened his mouth and ate the oil residue.

It couldn't be more delicious.

"It tastes good, right?" Chen Rou smiled when she saw him like this.

"Wife, you eat too." Although Han Guobin didn't say anything, he was really comforted in his heart.

Which man doesn't want to be loved by his wife? How can he not be happy when his wife loves him so much?

"I just ate it." Chen Rou said casually, and scooped the rest into the earthenware jar.

It’s true, although there is not much, the oil yield is high, and there are oil residues inside, so it looks like a lot.

Chen Rou thought that if they used it sparingly, it shouldn't be difficult to at least use it until they could slaughter the pigs after the autumn harvest.

There was still a lot of oil at the bottom of the pot. She put the rice noodles and pickles into the pot, and then started to stick the pancakes on the edge of the pot.

This morning, the whole village was filled with the aroma of oil.

But Han Guobin thinks that his is the most fragrant.

In the morning, I had rice noodles stewed with pickles, served with pancakes. There was no soup, but even so, it was still delicious.

Han Guobin was particularly satisfied with the meal. His wife's cooking skills were really good. She also cared about him and kept encouraging him to eat more.

He saw it in the kitchen. There was no oil on his wife's lips, and she hadn't eaten any greasy food.

I couldn't bear to eat it myself, so I gave it to him. He knew it, but he didn't say it out loud.

So Han Guobin worked very hard when he went out to work.

The old man next to him said, "What a good worker! This is so impressive."

"He must be eating meat, otherwise why would he need so much energy?" the person next to him laughed.

Everyone has eaten some today, and it was so delicious.

It is indeed because they saw that the oil was gone, so the others worked very hard. It is almost the autumn harvest season, so isn’t this kind of enthusiasm necessary?

The captain, who was over fifty years old, stroked his beard and felt satisfied with his decision.

Han Guobin was working in the fields, while Chen Rou was also working hard cutting grass for the pigs.

She planned to apply for heavy work in a few days. Women also hold up half the sky, and she felt that two work points were too little.

But before she went out, she put the lard jars and pickled meat into the cupboard and locked it up.

The bedroom door was also locked, but the outside fence door was not locked. People at that time really had no habit of locking their front doors.

And there's basically nothing to steal at home.

When Chen Rou got off work at noon and was going home, she met Mrs. Han on the road.

When Mrs. Han saw her, she came over and whispered, "Did you see the second son's this morning?"

"What did you see?" Chen Rou glanced at her. This was her sister-in-law and the eldest daughter-in-law of the old Han family, but her relationship with her was very ordinary.

Naturally, Chen Rou didn't have any enthusiasm at this moment.

Mrs. Han was not surprised and whispered, "I saw this morning that the meat was distributed over there, and Uncle San took a piece of meat and took the team leader's bicycle and went straight out of the village. I guess he was delivering it to his girlfriend."

After saying this, he looked at Chen Rou's expression, but the expected rage did not appear.

What happened to the second brother? Shouldn't he just get angry?

"Sister-in-law, is there anything else to say? If not, I have to go back to cook. Guobin must be hungry after a day's work." Chen Rou said.

Mrs. Han was stunned and said, "Nothing else, but Uncle San sent such a big piece of meat to his girlfriend's house!"

"That has nothing to do with me. The family has been divided and we are now two families. What does Third Uncle's meat have to do with me? Sister-in-law, you should go back and cook." Chen Rou didn't have the patience to deal with it.

After saying that, he turned around and went home.

The small adobe house at home was surrounded by a fence, which could barely be considered a yard. However, for someone like Chen Rou who had her own private space, she was not very satisfied with the fence.

I want to really fence it off with bricks and stones, so that no matter what I do in the yard, my neighbors next door can see it clearly as soon as they go out.

But at the moment, this is quite difficult, as all the family’s assets are just over eight dollars.

In the private plot in the backyard, I planted tomatoes, Chinese cabbage, cucumbers, and a small peanut field.

The peanuts in the field are almost mature, and it looks like they can be harvested in ten days or half a month.

The original purpose of growing these peanuts was to exchange them for peanut oil. There is an oil pressing workshop, although it is not here, but you can use peanuts to exchange for oil. This is still some profit, especially since peanut oil is very fragrant.

They still had corn rice for lunch. After it was cooked, Chen Rou cut some lean meat and put it in the pot, and then added the chopped cucumbers.

Cucumbers are mostly eaten directly or made into smashed cucumbers.

But there is meat now, and there are no refrigerators like in peacetime. Even pickled meat is difficult to store, so it must be eaten as soon as possible.

So that's what we did.

But I have to say that the cucumbers cooked with salted pork are really fragrant. The pork is salty and fragrant, and no salt is needed. After cooking, you can directly scoop it onto the corn rice and eat it with the corn rice.

Han Guobin doesn't want to go anywhere after work now. The first thing he does is go home to wash his face and hands and then eat.

Sure enough, as soon as I got home, I could smell the fragrance.

"Drink a glass of water first." Chen Rou poured him a glass of water and said.

Han Guobin washed his face and hands first, and then came over to drink water. Seeing that he was so thirsty, Chen Rou said, "Next time we go to the city, I'll see if there is a kettle and buy you one to take with you."

"No need. There is water by the Shanggong River. You can drink there if you are thirsty." Han Guobin said.

Chen Rou frowned: "Unboiled water is not clean."

There is water in her space. In the apocalypse, the environment is seriously polluted and drinking water is also a big problem.

So in the five cubic meters of space, she stored a full cubic meter of water, including various mineral waters and small bottles and cans, but those things were not easy to take out.

So next time you go to the city, try to see if there is a kettle.

- Extracting MTL from raw by Du Xian'er (Poison❀Fairy) -

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