Zhao Dahai pushed open the courtyard door and shouted loudly. He first put down the net bag holding dozens of kilograms of fish in his hand, and then put down the other net bags hanging one after another on his shoulders, especially the one-meter one.
There were so many mackerels that they came back and swaggered through the village, causing crazy onlookers, and everyone was extremely envious.
Zhong Cuihua was weaving a fishing net in the main room when she heard the shouting and came out.
"Yo!"
"Such a big fish?!"
Zhong Cuihua was shocked when she saw the fish in the two net bags, especially the mackerel.
"Grandma."
"I went first!"
Zhao Dahai pulled open the rope tied to the mouth of the net bag, and all the fish poured out.
"What are you doing?!"
"Aren't you going to sell it?!"
Zhong Cuihua didn't know what Zhao Dahai wanted to do.
Zhao Dahai shook his head. These are fish brought up by wind and waves. Most of them are damaged in appearance, with wounds of various sizes from being bumped or rubbed on the rocks. Mackerel is the most valuable, one pound.
It cost twenty to thirty yuan. When I caught it, I was worried that the fish would struggle and escape. I hammered it with a stone more than ten times, and the fish’s head was almost smashed. It’s not that it can’t be sold, but it can’t be sold at a high price.
"Grandma."
"I already planned it."
"All these fish are salted!"
"Dry."
“Cook it and eat it when there is no vegetables, or fry it a little in the morning and serve it with white porridge or sweet potato porridge.”
Zhao Dahai had already planned it. There would definitely be too much fish to eat. Salted fish is the best way to deal with these fish. There is meat at home, but it is impossible to eat meat every day. There is no shortage of snacks in front of the village or on the nearby beach.
The sea, you have to think of ways to make money, you can't catch it every day. The salted fish and the muddy sea melon seeds dried a few days ago have the same meaning, so that there are vegetables in the bowl and plate, especially in the vegetable garden behind the house.
When the vegetables grow, there will be fish, meat and vegetables.
Zhong Cuihua picked up the fish that fell on the ground. After picking for a while, she couldn't find an uninjured fish.
Zhao Dahai smiled. He was unwilling to give up and was wondering if he could sell some.
Zhao Dahai took out the chopping board and knife, and started to kill the fish, scraping off the fish scales, picking out the fish gills, cutting the fish maw, fish intestines and other internal organs. When he saw grandma Zhong Cuihua taking out another knife from the kitchen,
This is to kill fish together.
Zhao Dahai immediately stopped her. Grandma Zhong Cuihua was old, so it was not that she couldn't do this job, but no matter how bad her eyesight was, she didn't have much strength in her hands, so she could easily hurt herself accidentally.
"Grandma."
"I'll kill the fish."
"After I kill you, wash it and dry it on the dustpan."
Zhao Dahai knew that he couldn't work for Zhong Cuihua, so he definitely wanted to help. He took a large iron basin and filled it with more than half of the water. He took a large jar out of the kitchen and opened the lid. It contained coarse-grained sea salt and added salt as well.
, while stirring, do not stop until the salt in the large basin no longer melts.
There are two ways to dry salted fish. One is to pickle the fish directly with salt. Sprinkle the killed fish with salt and let it sit for a while so that the salt can penetrate into the fish meat and then dry it. The other method is to kill the fish and put it in salt water.
Soak in it for a while, then pick it up and dry it immediately.
Salted fish that is directly marinated in salt takes a longer time, is saltier, and is easier to preserve. Fish washed in salt water does not take a long time and does not contain much salt, so it is more delicious, but the preservation time is shorter.
Zhao Dahai does not plan to sell these salted fish. He will eat them at home. It is better to use salt water directly.
Zhao Dahai is so quick that he can kill a fish in ten seconds and place it in a large iron basin filled with salt water.
Zhong Cuihua carefully washed the killed fish and placed them neatly on the dustpan. After filling one dustpan, she changed it to another dustpan.
Zhao Dahai spent more than an hour killing almost a hundred kilograms of large and small miscellaneous fish, leaving only red drum and Spanish mackerel.
Zhao Dahai carefully scraped off the scales of the red drum fish with a knife, pulled off the gills, cut the belly and cleaned out the fish intestines. He placed the knife on the tail of the fish and cut across it until he reached the big fish bone in the middle. He held the knife horizontally
Lay it flat against the fish bones and push it towards the head, divide it into two halves, wash it with salt water, use a small stick to spread it, hang it up with a small rope, and dry it on the bamboo pole. This fish is relatively large, so it can only be dried by hanging it
Come on, this red drum fish only has a little scratch on its belly. It’s basically not eligible for postage if it’s cut open. You can dry it in the sun and take it with you when visiting relatives during the holidays.
"The sea."
"What are you going to do with this fish?!"
Zhong Cuihua pointed at the mackerel on the ground. Big fishing boats rarely catch such a big mackerel when they go out to sea. If the fish head is not damaged, it can easily be sold for three to four hundred yuan, which is really a pity.
Zhao Dahai did not dare to tell Zhong Cuihua that he had smashed the fish head because he knew that he must be a prodigal. However, he had no other choice in the situation at that time. One was Wang Changlin who was watching eagerly, and people from the other village came to pick up the fish sooner or later, so it was impossible to go home.
Take a fishing net or a fishing net. No matter what, the fish rotted in the pot at home and you can't sell it for money. It's very cost-effective to mix it into several delicious meals.
"Cut the salted fish."
Zhao Dahai waved his hand proudly. No one in the fishing village was willing to eat a mackerel of this size. He was too arrogant.
Zhao Dahai began to cut the mackerel into pieces, each piece was one centimeter thick, and the fish head was divided into two.
"Grandma."
"There's not much life left. I can do it myself."
"Uncle Dadong and Uncle Dong both work outside. No one at home goes to sea. If you want to eat some fish, you have to go to the town to buy it. You can send this fish to the second mistress to have a taste."
"If I go there, I'm sure Second Grandpa will come out right away."
After Zhao Dahai finished cutting the fish, he walked into the kitchen, took a red plastic bag, picked the three best pieces of meat, and added half of the fish head. Don't look at it. In his grandfather's generation, families were divided and everyone lived their own lives.
, but when times are difficult, we help each other, and those who have plenty to eat will give some away.
Zhong Cuihua nodded with a smile, took the bag and went out, walking towards Zhao Shi's house.
Zhao Dahai picked up the cut mackerel fillets, washed them in salt water, and stacked them individually in a dustpan. The fish was big, and the cut fillets had to be as big as two palms.
"Good stuff!"
"This is real good stuff!"
Zhao Dahai took the dustpan out of the yard and put it on the stone at the door. It was a windy day for the past two days and there was not much sun. He had to wait for good weather to dry the salted fish. It would be half dry in half a day and dry in two days.<
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Zhao Dahai took a look at the mud snails and sea melon seeds that he had brought out to dry early in the morning. They were like hard pebble seeds and had dried thoroughly. He took a bag and put them in. He looked at the time and saw that it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon. He had been busy working and could not take care of eating.
, my stomach growled with hunger.
Zhao Dahai walked into the yard, carried a plate of miscellaneous fish and the other half of the mackerel head into the kitchen, and started cooking. He picked up hundreds of catties of fish for nothing, so he had to have a good meal!