Chapter 20 So Simple?
"Okay, Xiong Qingmei, you are so smart." Fang Xun was very happy.

Xiong Qingmei was embarrassed by Fang Xun's praise.In fact, she still remembers the winter in the tribe.However, the winter in the world is very long, nearly 5 months, and it is difficult to hunt animals in winter.That said, there is very little fruit in storage.Most orcs eat desperately in the fall, then try to sleep and stay still to reduce their appetites.Eat as little as possible.Winter food is also brought back by males who risk their lives.The original father went out one winter and never came back.

The people of this tribe are very nice.Xiong Qingmei also wants to help the people in the tribe.She also wanted to find some staple food that would revolutionize the tribe's hunting life.But now I don't know where those things are.Let's not talk about them, so as not to make people happy in vain.

"Patriarch, I know there is a way to preserve meat until winter." Other things cannot be done, but one thing can be done, and that is to make bacon.Now is the season with the most prey, in spring and summer.At this time of year, people in the tribe are full.This is the best time to cook and store the bacon.

It is equivalent to the people in the tribe eating desperately every spring and summer.In the fall, they start looking for ways to store food.In winter, they wait to starve to death.In fact, it is very unhealthy for their bodies.

"What are you talking about? You can't make fun of Xiong Qingmei." Fang Xun said excitedly after hearing this.If the meat preservation problem can be solved, then they should start storing meat now.When winter comes, they dare not say that they can feed the people in the tribe, but if they persist, they should be able to survive the winter.

"Patriarch, I'm not joking. Meat can be made into bacon, but making bacon requires a lot of salt, but salt is very expensive." With the memory of her original body, Xiong Qingmei knew that salt was very expensive.It's a very precious thing, and the price of bacon is very high.

She knows the principle of drying salt in the sea, but the Moon City is in the deep mountains, so she doesn't know where the sea is or how to dry the salt.

Fang Xun listened, fell silent, then raised his head and asked: "Xiong Qingmei, are you sure the meat can be preserved?" As long as the meat can be preserved, he will try to take as much salt as possible.

"Uncle, here is salt and meat. The method is very simple. I will do it first. Uncle, you can see for yourself." Now, there is no seasoning, so we can only use salt.

Fang Xun nodded.He has meat and salt here.

Xiong Qingmei washes the meat first, then cuts it into strips, and salts them one by one.In fact, Xiong Qingmei has never made bacon, but he saw his grandmother do it.The most important thing to make bacon is to add salt.If you put less salt, the meat will spoil.

At this time, Xiong Qingmei sprinkled a thin layer of salt on the meat, and then asked Mr. Fang Xun to marinate for two days, then found a rope to tie the cured meat, and hung it in the sun to dry.

"So simple?" Fang Xun looked at Xiong Qingmei in surprise.

Xiong Qingmei nodded.The method of making bacon is actually very simple.

"The method of making bacon is very simple, it needs salt." Xiong Qingmei smiled and said that Fang Xun should solve this problem.

"Okay, Feiyan is very good. I will tell them to hunt more, and I will change the salt later." Fang Xun wanted to wait for him to prove that the bacon was feasible, and then he would order the males in the tribe to hunt desperately.

In fact, Xiong Qingmei wanted to say that she had a warehouse that could store a lot of things as long as they were packed well, but Xiong Qingmei didn't know why she had to explain why her warehouse could keep fresh.

Yes, backpacks not only hold things, but also keep them fresh.The moment they were put into the backpack, Xiong Qingmei also put a piece of freshly grilled meat, but it was still hot all afternoon.Now the leafy greens are exactly the same as when they were picked, tender and tender.

"Uncle, if the bacon is made, don't say it was my idea. Just say it was your idea, uncle." Xiong Qingmei didn't want to be so high-profile.What if others treat her like a monster?
(End of this chapter)

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