Zhao Shi had dinner and had nothing to do. He walked out to the sunbathing area in the village. Many people gathered to talk. After looking around, he saw neither Zhao Dahai nor Zhong Cuihua.
Zhao Shi was a little worried that Zhao Dahai would lose control of his game while he was away. After thinking about it, he walked towards Zhao Dahai's house, stood at the door of the yard, called Zhao Dahai, and the door opened after a while.
"Where is the sea?"
"Did you sleep?"
Zhao Shi was a little surprised when he saw that it was Zhong Cuihua who opened the door.
"I was anxious to repair the fishing boat. After dinner, I took the gas lantern and went to the forest again."
"Tell this kid not to work so hard, he won't listen at all."
Zhong Cuihua shook her head.
Zhao Shi didn't expect that Zhao Dahai was still working after working all day, so he decided to go and have a look.
Zhao Shi walked to the edge of the forest and vaguely heard the sound of hammers coming from inside. He walked a few steps quickly and saw a bright gas lamp. Zhao Dahai was busy nearby. He walked over and saw that his head was full of energy.
There were beads of sweat dripping down his bare arms.
"Ah?!"
"Second Grandpa."
"Why are you here?"
Zhao Dahai was concentrating on playing numb, when a dark shadow appeared in front of his eyes. He was startled, and when he raised his head, he saw that it was Zhao Shi.
Zhao Shi carefully looked at the hemped boat seams for a while. They were smooth and strong, and the work was very beautiful. He said nothing and turned around to go home.
Zhao Dahai smiled and continued to massage. He had done a good job. Zhao Shicai didn't say a word or slapped him directly on the back of the head.
Late at night.
Zhao Dahai saw that it was getting late and decided to go back to sleep and come back early tomorrow morning.
Zhao Dahai untied the rope and covered the entire fishing boat with waterproof plastic sheeting, which was packed with sand to prevent it from being blown open by sudden strong winds at night.
Zhao Dahai packed up his tools, put them in a bag, and carried them through the forest. As soon as he stepped onto the soft beach, he heard a rustling sound. He raised the gas lantern in his hand and immediately saw a dozen things flying fast.
He ran forward and almost disappeared in a dark place where the light could not reach in the blink of an eye.
Zhao Dahai was very happy. These are crabs. I don’t know their real names. They are called Shama in the village. They are different from ordinary crabs that mainly live in the sea. The holes of these crabs are dug on the beach that cannot be flooded by sea water. They are half shallow.
The depth can be one or two meters. During the day, you hide in the hole to avoid predators and sunlight, and at night you crawl out to eat the dead fish and shrimps on the beach.
Another difference between Shama and ordinary crabs is that it runs very fast. It can run three to five meters on the beach in a blink of an eye, just like a thousand-mile horse. This is another origin of its name.
Zhao Dahai knew that there were sand horses on the beach in front of the village. He came here to dig and play when he was a child. He did not expect that there were so many and they were so big. The ones that just ran away were as big as half a fist.
Can Shama be eaten? It is not only edible but also very delicious.
Zhao Dahai touched his belly. He had been working all night and it was physical work. It was already getting late and he was so hungry that his stomach growled and his mouth watered.
"Ah!"
"There is a way to heaven. If you don't go to hell, there is no way. You will come here instead!"
"Don't blame me for being rude, I can only ask you to make some contribution to me!"
Zhao Dahai put down the bag he was carrying, went to the edge of the woods, broke off a two-meter-long branch as thick as his fingers, brushed off all the leaves, and waved it a few times to make a whooshing sound. If this thing hits someone,
It's definitely a blood stain.
Zhao Dahai walked back to the beach softly, lowered the brightness of the gas lamp, leaving only a ball of yellow light as big as his fist, and stood motionless. At first, the surroundings were very quiet, but after a few minutes, there was a rustling sound.
The sound is getting louder and louder.
Zhao Dahai was not in a hurry, and waited for another seven or eight minutes, just waiting for the surrounding area to be filled with noise.
"The oil pan is waiting for you!"
Zhao Dahai took a deep breath, kicked his feet hard on the beach, and rushed forward. He ran two or three steps, bent down, and swept the branch in his hand against the beach, sweeping as he ran.
, stopped after fifty or sixty meters.
Zhao Dahai gasped for air. He was a little tired from the high-speed running just now. After resting for a while, he walked back to the place where the gas lamp was placed, inflated a few times, turned it on, and carried it to the place he had just swept.
Unexpectedly, one sand horse "lying" on the beach one after another.
The sand horses run very fast on the beach. It is difficult for human legs to catch up. Even if they do catch up, it will take a lot of effort. If you can't catch a few, you will have to lie down tiredly.
There are two simplest and most effective ways. One is to hold a branch and wait for these sand horses to drop their guard and rush forward in the dark. Sweep the long branch against the beach and directly break the sand horses' paws, making them unable to run on the beach.
Lie down straight. Another way is to dig a pit, put a bucket in the pit, fill in the surroundings, and put some smelly fish and rotten shrimps as bait. The sand horse will fall in and be unable to climb out, thus catching turtles in the urn.
Zhao Dahai took a bag and picked it up as he walked. The Shama was really big and there were so many of them. He picked up all the big and small ones, weighing almost four or five kilograms.
When Zhao Dahai thought of the smell of Shama, his mouth watered. He picked up the bag with the tools and walked quickly to his home.
Zhao Dahai returned home and put away the bag containing the tools. He carried Shama into the kitchen and saw Zhong Cuihua washing rice. He must have thought that he would be hungry when he came back from work and cooked something to eat, so he immediately said he would do it himself.
"Yo!"
"This Shama is so big!"
Zhong Cuihua pulled up a stool and sat next to the stove, stuffed a handful of hay, lit it, set up branches, and the fire started.
"Hey!"
"No one eats this stuff."
"Isn't it strange that I'm not tall?"
As Zhao Dahai talked, he quickly cleaned the Shama. He chopped off all the claws with a knife, opened the cover, and removed the gills and stomach. The meat was very fat, full and red.
Shama is indeed edible and tastes really good, but very few people eat it.
In a place like a fishing village, there aren't many people to eat, so it's usually just children who catch them for fun.
It will definitely grow very big over time.
Zhao Dahai washed the Shama, put it in a bamboo basket and drained the water. Oil had been put in the big iron pot to heat up the Shama. When the Shama fell down, it made a "sizzling" sound, and a puff of green smoke and water rushed up, and he immediately smelled seafood.
Unique umami flavor.
Zhao Dahai quickly stir-fried a few times with a spatula, put down the washed rice and stir-fried for another two minutes, then put in water and simmered over high heat for about ten minutes, then opened the lid of the pot and put down the sliced ginger.
I added some salt and oil, took a big basin and took it to the main room. Then I turned around and went back to the kitchen to get some bowls, chopsticks and spoons. I put a bowl for my grandma Zhong Cuihua. I took a bowl and started eating it without scalding it. It was made of hard rice.
The porridge is chewy, the rice soup is thick and mixed with yellow crab paste, and the fried Shama fresh meat has a burnt aroma. It makes you sweat profusely. There is nothing in this world like the rush of life and the exhaustion after being busy.