The husband is the hunter

Chapter 162

Duan Nanshan was originally worried that Fang Lin would be depressed for a while because of Fang Min's affairs, but she quickly recovered and began to concentrate on teaching those "future suppliers" the sausage seasoning recipe.

This recipe was improved by Fang Lin herself from the original method of making sausages. Northerners have a strong taste and love salty and spicy food. They are not as light as southerners. Fang Lin added more salt and cornel to the seasoning. A lot of Chinese prickly ash is added, blended according to the ratio, and finally stirred with white wine. If there is more, the taste will be too strong, which will cover up the mellowness of the meat. If there is less, the aroma will be insufficient, and there will be no aftertaste.

As for another kind of sweetness, more sugar and soy sauce are added.

In the past, Fang Lin knew what to add just by smelling it and tasting it, but other people did not have such skills. There was no other way. These people look at the scales.You must know that the mountain people usually use a unit of measurement such as a few catties and a few liang, a few feet and a few feet, and it is not clear at all if it is smaller.

Fortunately, there are still a few people who married from the mountains. Although they are used to life in the mountains, they have not lost their common sense. Wu Chunmei is one of them.

"Sister Wu, do you remember all these ratios?" Probably because of the borrowing of money before, Fang Lin felt that Wu Chunmei was a person who could endure hardships but was not the kind of pushy person. He is down-to-earth, but also has the simplicity and courage of the mountain people. If he is cultivated more, he will definitely be a talented person.

"Remember, remember." Wu Chunmei smiled and said repeatedly. A few days ago, she forced Xiang Hu to go down the mountain to see a doctor. These days, Xianghu's health has obviously improved a lot. Dashi put it down, and he was extremely diligent in doing things.

How could Fang Lin not understand her state of mind, secretly praised her as a kind person, and then said, "Then sister Wu will be troubled, help me teach other people, so that everyone can finish their studies early and make money."

Wu Chunmei groaned twice, then turned around and explained the scales on the scale to several middle-aged women and young girls. The girls were fine, they understood as soon as they explained it, but some women were getting old and their eyes were blurred. I can't see the tight scale at all.

In the end, Duan Nanshan came up with a stupid way to erase the scale marked with cinnabar, and carved a line with a knife on the amount required for each seasoning. The scale with the least amount of minced ginger is the first and the most The salt scale is at the end. Of course, this is the amount of various seasonings per ten catties of meat. Although it is indeed "stupid", it can be regarded as a solution to a problem. After the representative seasoning, it is quite easy to use this improved small scale.

In two days, all the people could accurately prepare the seasoning recipes. After Fang Lin tasted them one by one, she said with a smile, "In the future, I can rely on everyone to make money. After everyone has dried the sausages Send it here, and I'll settle the money now." Most of the mountain people barter, or settle money and goods, so naturally they don't have credit. .

Seeing that they were done, Duan Nanshan handed Fang Lin the soaked towel and asked her to hold her nose for a while. Now it was full of spices, and Fang Lin couldn't smell the smell after smelling it, so she could only rely on taste. .

"The sausage that everyone helped to make a while ago has been dried..." Fang Lin smiled, and when she took the towel, she couldn't help sneezing, and then finished the second half of the sentence, "Later, everyone can bring Go back and taste it first."

(End of this chapter)