Chapter 105 The sun is setting again! What a waste of a day!
Zhao Dahai turned around and hurried home, took a hatchet, and climbed up the mountain behind the village to chop bamboo. However, this time it was not dianthus. After walking for half an hour, he found a large clump of another type of bamboo - moso bamboo.<
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The bamboo wall of dianthus is thick and resistant to seawater corrosion. The wall of moso bamboo is much thinner and has greater buoyancy but its ability to resist seawater corrosion is not as good as that of dianthus. When making fish fences, dianthus is the first choice because it is more durable. For daily use such as weaving dustpans, moso bamboo is more suitable.
OK.
Zhao Dahai swung his hatchet and chopped at an angle of 45 degrees. Three knives chopped down a bamboo as thick as an arm. He chopped eight bamboo branches in succession and cut off the tops and leaves. Each one was about ten meters long.
With a good shoulder to carry, we went down the mountain and went home.
Zhao Dahai carried the bamboo back to the vegetable field behind the house and threw it on the ground. He went home and got a saw. He cut each bamboo node 20 centimeters upward to form a natural bamboo tube. After sawing eight bamboos, he counted them.
, exactly eighty.
Zhao Dahai wiped the sweat from his forehead. It was very difficult to saw the wet bamboo. After working for a while, his hands were a little sore. He took a break and took a big basket. He put all the bamboo tubes back into the yard and started to drill holes.
Drill two holes, put a half-meter long rope through it, tie a knot to get a bamboo tube that can be carried. All eighty bamboo tubes are threaded. It is almost 12 o'clock at noon. I have to be busy with something and eat more.
It’s simple, just cook a pot of rice and the leftover salted fish from the morning, fill your stomach, and continue working.
Zhao Dahai searched in the woodshed for a while, took out a piece of wood about one centimeter thick and about two meters long, sawed a section, 30 centimeters wide and 60 centimeters long, searched in the tool box for a long time, and took out a piece of wood.
Use used sandpaper to polish one side of the board as smooth as possible.
Zhao Dahai used two wooden sticks to make a T handle. He drilled a square hole in the front of the board with a chisel and put the handle on. There was a small gap and a little wobble. Several small pieces of wood were sharpened at one end and hammered hard.
I got into the small gap and tried again, but it was not stable.
"Are you going to catch jumping fish later?!"
Zhong Cuihua walked out of the hall and saw the things Zhao Dahai was tossing, and knew to catch the jumping fish.
Zhao Dahai shook his head. Recently, the tide is almost noon in the morning. If you want to catch jumping fish, you have to wait until the tide is out and the tidal flats next to the mangroves are exposed. If you can't do it today, you will have to wait until tomorrow.
The sun sets.
The sky is filled with glow.
The sea breeze blew by, bringing with it a hint of hot coolness.
Zhao Dahai packed up the things he needed to catch jumping fish tomorrow and placed them neatly in the corner. He didn't have to rush when he went out early tomorrow morning.
Zhao Dahai walked into the kitchen and started making dinner. He looked at the remaining salted fish and couldn't waste it. After thinking about it for a while, he came up with an idea. He first put rice in it and cooked it, then grabbed a handful of dried mud snails and
Put the sea melon seed meat into a bowl and pour some boiling water to soak it. Cut the salted pork belly hanging on the stove into a piece as big as your palm and cut it into small pieces. Boil it in boiling water for ten minutes. This way it will become softer. Grandma Zhong Cuihua eats it.
It's more convenient and removes some of the salty taste.
Zhao Dahai put a little oil in the dry pot, put the pork belly in and sauteed until fragrant, put the pork belly and soaked sea melon seeds and snail meat in and sauteed for a while, put in half a bowl of water, covered it, and used high heat to reduce the juice.
Zhao Dahai walked into the main room carrying the cooked food and placed it on the small table.
"Grandma."
"It's time to eat."
Zhao Dahai shouted.
Zhong Cuihua put down the bowl in her hand, stood up with her knees in hand, walked to the small dining table and sat down.
"Grandma."
"You have to take it easy."
"There's nothing wrong with finding something to do to earn some money."
"Don't be too tired."
Zhao Dahai filled a bowl of rice and put a few pieces of soft pork belly on top of the rice. Otherwise, Zhong Cuihua would definitely not hold out her chopsticks and keep the meat for herself. As she gets older, she can eat less meat, but she cannot.
Not eating at all.
"How can you be tired?!"
"Every day I eat and drink well and sit at home, where the wind doesn't blow and the sun doesn't blow."
Zhong Cuihua shook her head.
Zhao Dahai shook his head gently. It was unlikely that he could be persuaded. He could only keep an eye on himself for a little longer. If he felt that the time was too long, he would immediately stop it.
Zhao Dahai picked up the bowl, picked up a piece of pork belly, put it in his mouth and bit it gently, the oil immediately flowed out, the pure fat meat was soft, the lean meat was a little hard, a mixture of soft and hard, the taste was very good, and it was absorbed
The salted fish and sea melon seeds and mud snails are very delicious.
Zhao Dahai took four or five bites of the rice. The pork belly tasted great and went very well with the meal.
"Grandma!"
"These mud snails and sea melon seeds are good, and the salted fish tastes very good."
Zhao Dahai sandwiched the meat of mud snails and sea melon seeds and put it into Zhong Cuihua's bowl. The dried meat of mud snails and sea melon seeds became softer after soaking in hot water. The pork belly was simmered together, absorbing the oil, and the taste was really good.
It's very good.
When Zhao Dahai was full, grandma Zhong Cuihua had already finished eating. She washed the dishes and put them away and returned to the main room. When she saw grandma Zhong Cuihua weaving fishing nets again, she wanted to help earn more money and collect the remaining 20,000 yuan.
Block, this is not okay.
Zhao Dahai took Zhong Cuihua out and walked a hundred steps after dinner. After walking for a while, he met several old men and women in their sixties and seventies in the village.
"Why is it so hot today?!"
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"It's like a steamer."
"I can't sit still in the house."
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"I don't have much to do at home, so I'm thinking of getting some more fishing nets to mend tomorrow. I'm just idle, and earning a dollar or a few cents is money."
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Zhao Dahai sat on a rock and watched Zhong Cuihua chatting with the old men and women in the village. There was no moon and stars, and he didn't know where to hide. It was pitch black and he couldn't see the faces, but he could tell that grandma Zhong Cuihua was in a good mood.
Five o'clock in the morning.
Zhao Dahai woke up, walked into the kitchen quietly, cooked porridge, ate two bowls, took a kettle, filled it with boiling water and carried it to the yard, walked to the corner, had packed up his things yesterday, and took a
Carrying a shoulder pole, one end was a plastic bucket containing several mesh bags and water bottles, and the other end was eighty bamboo tubes. He opened the door of the yard and walked out, striding towards the village pier.
When Zhao Dahai walked to the village pier, the sun had just risen, and the fishing boats from the village were returning one after another. After looking at it, today's harvest was much better than yesterday.
Make money! You must work hard to make money! Only after you repair the fishing boat can you go out to sea to fish.
Zhao Dahai strode towards the mangrove. With a fishing boat, he could go out to fish like these people in the village.
"What does Zhao Dahai want to do?!"
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"Can't you see this?"
"Those bamboo tubes jumping on the poles must be used to catch jumping fish."
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"This is hard work."
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"What can we do?!"
"If you don't have a fishing boat, if you want to make money, you can only think of this way!"
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The people on the fishing boats docked at the pier were chatting while quickly sorting out the fish they had just caught. The big and valuable ones were placed together, while the small and worthless ones were placed in another place, in net bags or baskets.