Shu Mingxin and others were also catching more and more energetically amidst the cheerful singing. One was responsible for copying the net, and several others were chasing after them to catch crabs.
If you have too many lice, you won't be itchy.
Shu Mingliang has been pinched many times, and his hands have become hardened. He bends down to fish out one with a squealing sound, and fishes out another with a squeaking sound. It is quite magical to match Yan Yan's jingle.
"Pour it into the pot, ouch! Foaming, ouch! White belly, ouch! Red-covered shell, ouch..."
This strange and exciting rhythm made the little kids on the shore laugh so hard that their cheeks became sore after a while.
Soon, the barrel in front of Yanyan was full.
Qingsong clattered up to the shore and got a new bucket. After a while, the new bucket was full again. The village chief generously lent him his own bucket filled with water.
After a lot of work, several people actually caught three buckets full of crabs!
In late autumn, crabs are the fattest, and each one is as big as a fist. Looking at their plump claws, many dish names automatically popped into Yan Yan's mind, such as steamed crab, spicy crab, scallion oil crab...
Suck! It tastes delicious just thinking about it!
It's a pity that there are no conditions on the way to escape, and spicy crabs are not available, but steamed crabs are enough!
"Grandma, steam the crabs quickly. The big crabs are so delicious!"
As soon as they landed, Yan Yan couldn't let go of the old lady's clothes. A layer of saliva hung on her pink lips, as if she had applied mouth oil, and they were shiny.
Mrs. Shu found it funny, tapped the tip of her nose, and said dotingly: "What a greedy little cat! Wait, grandma will wash and steam crabs for you right now!"
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law went to the battle together, picked out about twenty of the fattest crabs, pulled a handful of thatch and quickly washed away the mud on the crab shells. Over there, Shu Mingliang also lit a fire and added water.
The crabs are put into the pot, everything is ready, and the next step is to wait for the meal.
Usually this time is the most active time for children, listening to stories and playing games, running away without being seen, and having to be called back for dinner by an adult carrying a stick.
Today was a good day, the twenty or so children didn't go anywhere, they were all gathered around the steamer and drooling.
As time went by, the scent of crabs came out, and the sound of slurping became louder and louder. Mrs. Shu was afraid that she would be drowned by the saliva of these little brats.
So he commanded Sun: "Boss, my wife, ask a few people to tie the crabs with thatch, and share them with each family for a taste. You can't leave crabs alone. They won't taste good if they are dead."
When they heard that there were crabs to eat at home, the children all dispersed and each moved to squat in front of his own pot.
After a quarter of an hour, the crabs were cooked.
When she opened the lid of the pot, a burst of hot steam laden with the strong aroma of crab hit her face. Yan Yan took a deep breath and her mouth watered even more.
Looking down, she saw that the large iron pot was filled with bright red crabs. Mrs. Shu used the heat to remove one and then opened the thick red shell. The golden crab oil immediately flowed down the chopsticks.
Yan Yan saw it clearly. She stretched out her head and brushed away the dripping crab fat.
“It smells so good!”
Not only fragrant, but also fresh!
Mrs. Shu laughed loudly, quickly took out the crab roe, and started to peel the crab meat. The meat on the crab body is easy to get, but it is difficult to get the meat on the tongs. For this reason, Mrs. Sun brought the kitchen knife and cutting board.
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were squatting in front of the cutting board and busy working together, and they were stunned to divide the crabs into a posture of making a Man-Han banquet.
There were several small ones, and you and I shared the crab meat and crab paste in one bite. The crab meat was white and crystal clear, tender and plump, and more importantly, it was not clogging your teeth at all.
The crab paste is like gelatin, tastes soft, waxy and dense, and is extremely fragrant. A small piece of it will fill your mouth with fragrance.
The only drawback was that the crabs were cold in nature. After several people had eaten seven or eight crabs, Mrs. Shu refused to allow them to continue eating.
After driving away the younger ones, the old man Shu and several Ming, who had been coveting for a long time, squeezed in. They were not so particular about eating. They didn't even use chopsticks, they just started tearing it with their hands. If they couldn't tear it apart, they would bite it with their teeth.
The sound of rattling made Mrs. Shu roll her eyes repeatedly, "Look at your worthless looks, even the old sow eats better than you!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Old Man Shu put the freshly peeled crab meat into her mouth and said, "Old lady, take a bite. I tore it with my hands and didn't use my teeth to bite it."
Mrs. Shu ate the meat with his hands, swallowing the tender and delicious crab meat when it came to her throat.
Several people looked at each other and laughed in unison.
When it comes to coaxing a daughter-in-law, it depends on their father!
The fishing side also had a good harvest. There were about ten kilograms of grass carp, five or six carp, and two pots of small miscellaneous fish such as crucian carp and Angong were also caught.
The women in the village cleaned up the fish scales and gills together, then stewed it in a large pot as before, then sprinkled in some freshly dug wild onions and wild vegetables by the river, and cooked three large pots of fish soup.
Although the appearance and taste of the fish soup are not great, it is better because of its freshness and authenticity. If you were in the village, except during the Chinese New Year, who would be willing to eat fish like this?
After a delicious meal, it was time to wash up. They washed their hair, bathed, and washed their clothes from head to toe. It was already late at night, and everyone fell asleep easily.
In the middle of the night, Old Man Shu was suddenly awakened by an unbearable itching. His chest, back, thighs and soles... were itching everywhere.
At first he thought he had attracted mosquitoes, so he scratched a few times with his eyes closed. The more he scratched, the more something was wrong. Why were mosquitoes so powerful that they could bite out so many bites through his clothes?
Mrs. Shu beside her was awakened by his scratching and kicked him irritably, "Why are you up so late at night? Are there thorns on your body?"
"No, please help me take a look. I have a lot of bumps on my body."
Old man Shu opened his clothes and sat up. Under the moonlight, the dense red dots on his back were quite eye-catching.
Mrs. Shu was so irritated all over that she couldn't help but touch her back. It was bare and there was no bag at all.
"What did you do? A mosquito bite?"
"I don't know. It doesn't feel like a mosquito bite, so you won't be sick, right?" Old Man Shu muttered to himself and touched his forehead. It seemed a little hot.
This frightened the old man. He had heard people say that there was a disease that would cause big sores all over the body, which would then become rotten and smelly, and he would be tortured to death...
Isn't my situation a precursor to a big sore?
He didn't want to be okay, but when he thought about it, old man Shu suddenly felt uncomfortable all over, dizzy and weak, especially the skin with swelling, which felt like it had been pricked by needles, causing pricking pain.
It's over, it's all over now!
He's not really going to die, is he?
Old man Shu looked at his children and grandchildren who were sleeping soundly, and then at his worried wife, and couldn't help crying.
If he really dies, what will happen if the whole family is left behind?
Mrs. Shu couldn't bear to see him shed tears. When she saw him crying, she wanted to scold him: "Why don't you just pick up a few bags? Why are you crying? The sky hasn't fallen yet!"
"Old woman." Old man Shu held his wife's hand tremblingly, and endured the sadness as he explained the funeral arrangements: "If I really get sores and die, you will be well alone. You should eat and drink as much as you need, and don't think about me."
"Shut up, don't talk nonsense!" Seeing that he couldn't sleep like that, Mrs. Shu dug out the mugwort she had saved two days ago, crushed it and squeezed out the juice, and applied it on the red spots for him.