Apples are very sweet, which has a certain relationship with the excellent breeding in the civilizational era. More importantly, the evolution of the apple itself. Sweet fruits are a self-protection measure for plants. Like the bright red appearance, only these can attract birds and beasts to peck. They swallow the fruit core and give plant nutrients during the excretion process to help grow and spread.

Tianhao does not think that the apples in his hand fall into this category. Such evolutionary logic cannot explain the hard and dull colored fruit shells. Strictly speaking, such apples are leaving the ranks of "fruits" and running wildly towards the "nuts".

The hard shell must be broken with a knife. The flesh is a little soft, rather than solid, it is a light yellow semi-solidified substance. In short, this is a fruit that Tianhao has never seen before, the taste of persimmons and the taste of apples.

Salt can change the original form of many things.

Cut the hard shell apple in half, apply a layer of grind salt on the surface, and place it in a cool place to dry. The method is very simple. Even if there is no hard shell apple, no one has ever thought of pickling other foods before. Because there are threats of human-eating monsters in the sea, Panshizhai cannot get more salt and cannot process the basic food in depth.

Tianhao felt that this hard-shelled apple was very suitable for winemaking. He asked the villagers to pick it in large quantities. In addition to leaving the marinated part, the remaining peels were washed with water, the sweet and soft flesh was dug out, and some berries picked from the mountains around the village were mixed, and they were mashed, put them in earthen pottery jars, waiting patiently for fermentation.

The appearance of berries is similar to that of blueberries and has a sour taste. The reason why this thing is used is because there is a layer of wild yeast on the outer skin of the berries. In the civilized era, many fruits also had similar natural fermentation substances on the outer skin, such as grapes and plums, and there was a faint "white frost" on the skin.

The old priest was curious about the earthenware jars filled with hard shell apples. These jars were stored in the public warehouse of Panshi Village. He would go over to check them every day and tap the jars with his finger joints, as if doing so would speed up the fermentation and drink the sweet spring wine sauce in advance.

Night has come.

Tianhao politely knocked on the old priest's wooden house door and walked in. This afternoon, Yonggang found himself and said he was asking for dinner at the old priest's house in the evening. The hunting team went out to gain a lot of harvest this time and had to celebrate it.

The ferocious wild boar head was cut off and placed in the wooden basin at the corner of the house with its internal organs. The smelly pig intestines were difficult to clean even in the civilized era, and they had to be rubbed repeatedly with flour and salt. This method seemed too extravagant to the people of Panshizhai, and Tianhao was not interested in causing trouble. He smiled and saluted the old priest and Yonggang, and then walked to Wu Qie, who was cutting off the entire hind leg from the pig with a knife, took the knife from his hand, and cut off a large piece of flesh in the waist.

This is the softest part of the whole pig, commonly known as "Wuhua". Unlike domestic pigs that have been domesticated, wild boars have very low body fat content. They are fierce and aggressive, and they are extremely thick in skin and cannot be eaten with meat like domestic pigs.

Tianhao put the pork tenderloin into two centimeters square pieces of meat, and let Wu Qi put the pieces of meat on the iron rod. This kind of simple metal furniture is available in every family, and it is in large quantities. As long as it is for drying the meat, especially when late autumn and winter are approaching, in order to make cured meat as soon as possible, people will use multiple iron rods to spread the cleaned prey and hang it under the beams to easily dry it.

The meat cubes sprinkled with salt and seasoning are not baked for a long time, and they are very tender in the mouth.

After eating a few skewers of grilled pineapple, Tianhao put down the iron chisel in his hand, swung his knife to slice the pork belly on the cutting board, put on the iron chisel as usual, and set it up to bake it on the volcano.

The old priest and Yonggang invited him to come for a meal, which was largely aware of Tianhao's superhuman skills in cooking. There are many ways to eat the same ingredients in a meal, and no one would refuse to improve the level of enjoyment.

Raw pork is a traditional method of the northern barbarians. It must be tender tenderloin to be eaten raw. When Tianhao came in, the old priest's eldest son Wu Qi had already chopped a lot on the chopping board. Tianhao put the chopped meat like a hill into a wooden basin, put the wild coriander picked from outside, and sprinkled with homemade thyme. Without vinegar, he used a sour juice made of fermented wild fruits instead. Tianhao did not add fresh pig blood that is essential for traditional methods. He added half a hard-shelled apple to the minced meat and finally sprinkled with salt.

The only regret is that there are no chili.

In the civilized era, eating raw pork is popular in southwestern provinces. There are crispy and vigorous "roasted raw skins" and spicy and sour "scorched raw". Many local people are infected by parasites after eating because of unclean sources of pigs. Although they are plagued by diseases, they still refuse to give up the special delicacy that has formed habits all year round... Tianhao has always stayed away from this. By chance, he was dragged by his friend and tried it once, but after eating it, he became addicted.

The gap between food and stubborn thinking is so huge. If you don't try many things yourself, you will never understand the mystery.

The old priest was very satisfied. He wiped the bright red gravy flowing down the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and smiled at Tianhao, "Ahao, our village is getting more and more prosperous now. Yonggang and I discussed that before winter, you go to the clan city and apply for your "Thousand-Head" position."

Tianhao's heart twitched suddenly, and he showed no trace on his face. He smiled and shook his head: "There are only more than 700 people in our village now, which is less than a thousand people."

"It's enough to count in winter." The hunting captain Yonggang used chopsticks to pick up a large ball of raw pork and put it into his mouth, chewing it, saying, "I have been walking around the surrounding villages for a while. Their grain harvest is similar to ours, but the share of the transfer to the clan city is at least 50%. Everyone wants to get a surname! There are many guys like Fusong."

Speaking of this, Yonggang put down the chopsticks in his hand, picked up the pottery cup in front of him and drank a large sip of strong tea. He picked his teeth in his mouth with his tongue and sighed: "It's not that I'm disrespectful to the patriarch, he is a good person, and the quota of 30% of the handover has not changed. But the leaders of each village below don't think so. Everyone shows that they are rushing to pay the food. In the end, how many people will really care about other people's lives or death?"

Tianhao smiled slightly and said nothing.

He actually has deep feelings about this.

"You are absolutely qualified for a thousand people." The old priest chewed the meat in his mouth and handed over a small animal skin: "This is the document I issued to you. Yonggang has read it. We both pressed our handprints and you will send it to the clan city for inspection as soon as possible. There will be more and more people in our village. At this time next year, it will probably exceed one thousand. Haha, do it well and don't let me down."

...

After the meal, Wu Qi sent Yonggang out. Looking at their disappearing figures at the door, the old priest turned his head and looked at Tian Hao, a meaningful dark gaze appeared in the depths of his eyes.

"I said I accepted you as a disciple, but in fact, I really haven't taught you much." The old priest's tone was a little self-deprecating. He raised his head, looked at the black ceiling smoked by the smoke, and murmured to himself: "When the master accepted me and made me a witch, it was almost your age."

Tianhao looked at the old priest with inquiring eyes: "Your master?"

"He has always been with me and has never been separated." This sentence is a bit inexplicable, full of remembrance, a faint sadness, but more of it is full of interest.

The old priest stood up, walked slowly to the corner of the house, picked up a clay pot of more than ten centimeters high, turned around and returned to his own position, and gently lowered the clay pot.

The jar mouth is sealed with a whole piece of kneaded marmot skin, and the rattan rope tied tightly, just like the way to canned pickles in the civilized era.
Chapter completed!