Chapter 34 Braised Meat at Midnight

After finishing, I quickly grabbed a basket and went to the vegetable garden to pick all the vegetables.

But when Yunxi was halfway through picking, she suddenly remembered something: she seemed to have forgotten to check on her private plot.

In addition to growing some vegetables in their yard, each household is also allocated a small plot of land, about three-tenths of an acre per person.

It's just that all sorts of things happened in her family this year, and after she passed away, no one suggested that she return her private plot.

So this year, my private plot is still nine-tenths of an acre. I planted corn, potatoes, sweet potatoes, and some soybeans in it.

There don't seem to be many of them. I've really forgotten about my own plot of land these past few days. Looks like I'll have to go check on it tomorrow.

Fortunately, it had rained two days before I transmigrated here, so even though three or four days have passed, I don't have to worry about them dying from the sun.

I have to water them tomorrow no matter what. We've been planting them for so long, and they're almost ready to be harvested. We can't let them go to waste.

Next, Yunxi harvested all the vegetables in the garden; there were simply more vegetables than they could eat during the harvest season.

The basket was filled with green beans, red peppers, leafy greens, eggplants, and pumpkins. There was a basket for each type, and because the pumpkins were larger, about two filled one basket.

But there were so many, especially in the corner by the wall, where they were piled high with pumpkins.

After picking them all, I put them directly into my spatial storage, planning to deal with them when I have time tomorrow.

It took almost an hour to harvest just this little bit of vegetables. Although there weren't many varieties, they produced a lot of them.

After picking them all, I went to the well and collected a lot of water to water all the vegetables again. The more water I gave them, the more they would grow.

After watering the mushrooms, she put the mats that were drying outside into her spatial storage. She was too lazy to collect them one by one, so she simply put them all in at once. She would take the mats and mushrooms out together when the sun came out tomorrow.

I quickly brought in the dried clothes. I bought so much fabric today; it seems I'll have to start making my own clothes gradually.

I glanced at the time on my hand; it was around eight o'clock. Although the village seemed quiet, there were still some night owls around.

In addition, some people have nothing to do at night and are busy with childbirth, so they are definitely not asleep yet.

Yunxi decided to wait another hour before taking action.

I went straight back to my room, took out the coarse cloth and fine cotton cloth I bought today, and thought that I didn't know if I could make clothes well according to my memory, so I might as well practice with the coarse cloth first.

Wait until you're sure there are no problems before you start messing with those fine cotton fabrics.

I prepared all the scissors, needles, thread, and other sewing supplies. I took an old piece of clothing, measured it against the fabric, and slowly began to cut the fabric.

Following the steps from memory, I preferred to work slowly rather than waste fabric.

Yunxi felt that with her excellent memory, she wouldn't forget anything once she thought about it, and she was sure she could do it well.

It took half an hour just to cut the fabric, which is already considered very fast. Then I took out my needle and thread and started sewing it up little by little.

When almost an hour had passed, Yunxi had just finished sewing one sleeve.

I took out one of those small winnowing baskets I bought in town, put the clothes I hadn't finished making into it, and planned to continue making them when I had time.

Then he came out of the house and went straight to the backyard.

They took the pots out of the space and placed both pots on the makeshift stove.

I just bought a new pot, so I need to season it again, otherwise the food I cook will have a rusty taste.

After putting the fire on, she first washed the pot. She was confident that she could handle both pots at once.

After the water in the pot had boiled away, he took out two pieces of fatty meat from his spatial storage, placed one in an iron pot, and then, with a spatula in each hand, began to cook the pot.

The two pots were deliberately placed very close together so that it would be easier to work without much trouble.

Once the two pieces of meat were almost completely charred and had little oil left, and the two pots were almost boiling, we stopped cooking.

The little bit of meat scraps in the pot were put directly into the pile of waste in the space, and then the pot was taken to the well to be washed with a rag.

After washing both pots thoroughly, refill them with water. Once the water boils, blanch the offal first, and then stew it.

The preliminary preparations alone took almost an hour. Yunxi finally breathed a sigh of relief when the seasoning packet was put in to cook.

Just listening to the old lady talk about it makes it seem easy, but doing it myself is not easy at all.

Fortunately, she managed to persevere. Yunxi felt that this peach tree spirit didn't have many other advantages, except that she was quite hardworking.

Once she has decided to do something, she will do it to the best of her ability, no matter what.

The seasoning packets have already been added; all that's left is to wait. As long as it cooks long enough, it will taste delicious.

While the offal in the pot was cooking, Yunxi didn't sit idle. Since the dark sky outside didn't affect her much, she simply took out the small winnowing basket she had just used for making clothes, along with a small stool, and sat down to start making clothes.

You can watch the fire and the meat in the pot, and you can also make clothes. It's like killing three birds with one stone.

Less than half an hour after it started cooking, before Yunxi had even finished making the other sleeve, she could smell the aroma coming from the pot.

The aroma is incredibly strong, tempting people to take a bite.

If Yunxi hadn't remembered that a month hadn't passed, she almost would have broken her vow and started eating meat.

At this moment, she was especially grateful that it was already late at night; if it were daytime, with such a domineering fragrance, she felt that everyone in the village would smell it.

However, some people should have already smelled it. We'll know for sure when we go to work tomorrow and see if there's any discussion about it.

They were cooked for a full two hours. I used a chopstick to poke them in to make sure they were very soft before I was ready to put them away.

Each pot holds about 30 to 40 jin (15-20 kg) of braised offal, and the two pots together hold about 70 to 80 jin (35-40 kg) of braised offal.

Compared to the remaining offal in the room, it seemed that only a small amount had been cooked. I wondered if I should cook another pot while there was still time.