The weather on the Western Region Plateau changes as soon as possible. Soon after the sun jumped into the Nianqing Tanggula Mountain, a biting cold wind blew from the horizon, and thick black clouds soon appeared from the horizon and instantly covered the sky;

Any signs, the crystal 'salt particles' will be sprinkled down and will soon turn into snowflakes and snow scattered pieces, gradually covering the grassland.

As long as it is not a large snow disaster, the herdsmen will welcome the snow. They live a life of living by water and grasslands. The prosperity of the grassland cannot be separated from green grass. If the grass grows better in the coming year, it depends on the autumn and winter seasons.

The rainfall is not sufficient, and some inland rivers on the plateau alone cannot meet the needs of the grassland.

Such weather is also a good time to remediate the lungs. It is convenient for air drying and available snow water, which is much cleaner than the ditch in the ranch where people pull horses to drink.

Zhou Yi stood behind Ba Zeng's tent, and Ba Zeng's woman and daughter, Liuxu were watching him. Zhou Yi looked at the suspicious Ba Zeng family, ready to show off his skills, and at the same time instill some health concepts for the national brothers;

He lifted two balls of snow and wiped his hands and arms hard until his hands and arms became clean. He picked up the sheep lungs handed over by the woman Bazeng and looked in front of him.

Fried lungs are the most famous snack in the Western Regions. Not only in the Tibetan area, but also in He Meigui's hometown, there is also this food, but it is called 'Dino Liver Zi', which is slightly different in the way; however, whether it is fried lungs or noodles

The lungs are all taken from adult ram lungs. The lungs of adult rams have a large lung capacity, thick and powerful lungs, which are more delicious than those of ewe lambs. It seems that Bazeng is also a good person to eat.

Sheep lungs are first-class, but they can match their own craftsmanship.

"The Han people just know how to enjoy it. They have to eat it. Is the sheep's lungs easy to clean up?" Ba Zeng shook his head. Zhou Yi was a guest, so of course he couldn't stop him, but this thing looked easy and was actually extremely difficult.

Experienced veterans also need to waste a lot of thoughts. They use water to rinse blood in the sheep's lungs over and over again, and also fill flour and salt without destroying the sheep's lungs. This is a fine job, not only to be familiar with it, but also

Have to be patient.

He kindly wanted to help, but Zhou Yi refused. Well, this is a common problem among the Han people. They are good at everything, but they are a little arrogant. Ba once could not say anything, in the ranch. As long as the guests do not do excessive things, they always

Will he be recognized by the host, let alone this guest is still a friend of Huizhu's monk in the next life?

However, Ba Zeng quickly understood that Zhou Yi was a chef, and must have been a chef who had studied ethnic recipes. His techniques were so skillful.

Zhou Yi skillfully opened the lung tube, took the sheep's lungs to his mouth, and blew a breath.

call!

Others have to rub the sheep's lungs countless times in water, and then slightly remove the outer blood and energy. Then they hold the lung tube in their mouth and blow it hard. Ba once remembered that when he blew the sheep's lungs for the first time, he used too much force.

I hurt my eardrums and hurt for more than half a month. This is the most troublesome procedure.

But Zhou Yi simply blew it down in one mouthful. His mouth was more than half a foot away from the sheep's lungs. The sheep's lungs bulged like balloons, and the eyes of the Bazeng family were bulging at the same time as the sheep's lungs. It was so amazing.

Oh, this Zhou Yi brother must be a chef. No wonder he became a good friend of the monk Huizhu in the next life. I heard that the monk Huizhu is just a person who loves to eat and knows how to eat, Amitabha. It’s not that I disrespect the monk, but the party said that he wants it.

Seek truth from facts

Zhou Yi blew up the sheep's lungs with a breath, inserted a funnel into the lung tube, loosened the fingers that pressed the other lung tube, and began to pour the melted snow water in, one end in and one end, and the blood flowed out of the sheep's lungs.

Soon, it went from thick to light, from faint to none, and another breath of energy forced out the residual water in the sheep's lungs. At this moment, the sheep's lungs were already snow-white and transparent, and the indescribable jade snow was cute.

The materials filled in were prepared long ago. Ba once served as an external contact provider for the ranch for many years, selling ranch specialties and getting necessary daily necessities. His family's ingredients are very complete, including ginger, sesame paste, and almonds. Take it out.

The ginger sauce came, and a few ingredients were mixed with white flour and bean noodles, poured with gravy, and started to stir the noodles sauce that was put into the lungs. Zhou Yi also added some of the "Five Gods Brews" he brought with him ingeniously. Ba once said this.

The best barley wine on the grassland is a hundred times more wonderful.

One sheep lung was quickly fed, and it was hung on the wooden rack that Ba Zeng temporarily prepared for air drying. Then the next one, Zhou Yi sucked five sheep lungs in a row, and four were hung and air drying naturally. According to the weather, it took half a month.

He could only eat it later, but the remaining one was pierced by him and held it in his hand.

Everyone didn't know what he was going to do. The un-dried lungs were just inconvenient to preserve. The taste was slightly worse. It could still be cooked and fried. But he didn't seem to have put the lungs in the pot now.

mean.

Zhou Yi was rubbing the sheep's lungs, holding them with one hand underneath and fiddling them with the other hand quickly. The lungs quickly rotated, like an ice plate.

Ba once began to suspect that he was an acrobatic chef. He sucked his lungs up and down in Zhou Yi's hands, penetrated his crotch and armpits, and suddenly flew out of his hand, cutting through the wind and snow like a flying disc, and then circled around and then

While returning to the hand, a trace of moisture was brought out by powerful centrifugal force, just like the principle of drying clothes by washing machines. Although the lung tube was tied with thread, it could only block the dough sauce inside.

It will not leak, as long as the centrifugal force is sufficient, the moisture will still be transferred out.

In half an hour, the lungs that used to be air-dried for half a month magically became thinner and harder in Zhou Yi's hands. The speed of 15,000 revolutions per second was enough to turn a living person into jerky, let alone a trash.

Lung irrigation.

Ba Zeng and others stared at Zhou Yi's magical technique in a daze, and after a while, they realized that the wind and snow had become less and the snow was getting weaker. They were busy lighting the charcoal stove, boiling the mutton soup warmed in the pot, and putting it on.

Going into the cage, steaming the lungs. The woman Ba ​​Zeng excitedly took out the iron pot and was about to put the butter, but was stopped. Zhou Yi smiled and pointed to the big skin containing goat milk in the tent and the 'Xue Dong',

The woman Ba ​​Zeng immediately understood, smiled and nodded repeatedly, rushed to pour the goat's milk into "Xue Dong", and took another wooden pluck that specialized in making milk and handed it to Zhou Yi.

She was very curious. On the grassland, a man caught a wolf, and a woman fed milk and fed ghee at home. This was distributed by Changshengtian, but this young man in Han wanted to fed milk himself and took the freshest ghee? This is really great

, the goat milk at home should have been slaughtered, and it was refined into butter, but it was too tiring to fight. She beat her all day yesterday. Her shoulders are still tired. She completely treats Zhou Yi as a free labor force, if not

There is only one Xue Gong at home, and he will pour out all the goat's milk and beat Zhou Yi.

Ba Zeng glared at the woman. It was too much. Why didn’t I borrow their "Xue Dong" from the nearby Taxi and Cidan’s house? Our family has a lot of cattle and sheep and milk, so we should have been beaten long ago. It’s butter. Haven’t you seen that Brother Zhou Yi is an overly energetic guy? You should take it out for him!

The Han people said nothing wrong, opportunities are always left to those who are prepared. Why didn’t I think about making a few more ‘Xue Dong’? Ba Zeng sighed with regret.

XueDong is a wooden barrel with a large bottom and narrow mouth. Pour the cattle and goat milk in and stir it hard with a squeezing sprinkler. After the cream is beaten to separate, it will be covered with white oil. At this time, it will be taken out and cooled. butter.

Even if you use the same milk, the quality of sheep ghee can be high and low. The lowest one is mixed white. Like exposed white stone, this is the product of the incomplete separation of cream; the medium one is off-white. Although the cream is completely separated, the person who beats milk However, due to insufficient strength and skills, the color of the separated ghee is not pure enough; the best one is jade white, such sheep ghee is like the best jade and has a very high value. Correspondingly, the color of beef ghee is mixed Yellow, earthy and golden.

Even the most experienced herdsmen, it is not easy to produce high-quality butter. Usually, 100% of the butter will appear in low-quality goods. 60% or 70% of the medium-quality goods, and only 100% or 20% are high-quality goods. It is very precious and is said to replenish the human body's qi and blood and prolong life. It can be sold for thousands of yuan in a big city like Xizhu, and it is still inexpensive.

Zhou Yi's milk-beating technique was a bit weird. He didn't see how fast he stirred, but the milk was spinning astonishingly fast. It was only a few points. A thick layer of white foam appeared on the liquid surface. It was snowing. It has gradually stopped, but the cumulus clouds in the air are even thicker. Under such poor light, you can still see the milk foam shining like white jade.

"The Buddha is above, this is the best butter. Laze and Tseren, take out the butter quickly!"

Ba Zeng rubbed his hands excitedly, picked up a grease fishing pot and rushed up. His wife and daughter also joined in and quickly took the butter into the clean clay pot that had been prepared long ago. Zhou Yi continued to beat milk, and they followed. After a short while, three one-foot-high clay pots were filled. The ghee in the first clay pot had cooled down, like a large piece of mutton fat jade.

In Ba Zeng's opinion, these butters emit the fragrance of RMB, and they are sympathetic to the heaven of immortality, and they will no longer have to worry about their daughter's dowry.

Seeing these high-quality sheep butter, the crowd started to stir up. The Ba Zeng family was too disturbed, which made the nearby herders come to watch. At first, they were looking at whether Zhou Yi, a Han man, would show his ugly appearance. Gradually, they became more and more surprised. Can the sheep lungs be dried like this? When they saw Zhou Yi and he would make the best butter, these simple herdsmen were immediately uneasy. They rushed to Zhou Yi and asked loudly if Zhou Yi could help him get some of them. Good ghee can be exchanged for cattle and sheep, and it can be discussed as many as possible.

What do you want cattle and sheep to do? Although I envy the farmers on TV, it is the European lifestyle with a pleasant environment, slow pace of life, and aristocratic life. Although the Western Regions are mysterious and beautiful, the living environment is too difficult. After a little bit, Zhou Yi never thought about opening a ranch here.

"These ghee is so good. If the herdsmen in Tudeng ranch can make such ghee, they will have more cattle and sheep and live a better life."

A voice penetrated the noisy discussions and inquiries of the herdsmen and clearly reached Zhou Yi's ears. This was a very young and even called a childish voice. It should have come from a young man, but what he said was a bit old-fashioned.

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