"What is this?" Zhao Cuihua looked confused as she saw another unfamiliar dish being placed on the table.
After Yan Qingyao's understanding at noon, she was already used to it. As long as she didn't know it, it had not been developed.
"Bamboo shoots, these are spring bamboo shoots."
"Bamboo shoots?" Zhao Cuihua thought for a while. The bamboo shoots in her impression were black, but this bamboo shoot was very white and tender.
"Four...Qingyao." Zhao Cuihua looked serious: "How did you know these things are edible?"
When she saw shrimps, crabs and some unfamiliar but delicious seafood at noon, she was still in shock and did not react. She just thought that she finally found something filling at home.
In the afternoon, when she was planting rice seedlings and emptying them, she realized that these foods were eaten without knowing whether they were poisonous or not. What if one day they were poisoned and died?
She could still tell the difference between life and death.
Fortunately, there was nothing unusual this afternoon.
It seems that the food at noon is not poisonous.
"I was really hungry, so I saw it looked like it could be eaten. I tried it first and it was indeed edible, so I made it to eat."
Yan Qingyao said something vaguely, knowing that he could not dispel her doubts, so he took out five copper coins out of ten and put them in Zhao Cuihua's hand: "Mom, you sold that grouper for me, and we each share the profit. "
"Hey." Zhao Cuihua instantly forgot her doubts just now, her eyes fell on the copper plate in her hand: "Mom, why don't you spend money to buy rice after you take it, so that our life will be better and better."
"After Mom makes me a cage, I will be able to catch more seafood, and my life will definitely get better and better."
"Really?" Zhao Cuihua's eyes lit up, and she wanted to go to the back mountain to cut bamboo now: "What kind of cage is so magical?"
"You'll find out later!"
Yan Qingyao hesitated a little, and the cassava happened to be cooked. She brought the cassava to the table. Zhao Cuihua took a bite of the so-called spring bamboo shoots. A fresh and tender taste spread in her mouth. When she took a bite, the spring bamboo shoots were crispy and special. tasty!
"These spring bamboo shoots are really delicious!"
Zhao Cuihua completely forgot that she was worried about being poisoned. She had never eaten such delicious food since she started cooking. After taking one bite, she wanted to take a third or fourth bite.
The plate of spring bamboo shoots was finished quickly, and seeing her mother still looking like she was still unsatisfied, Yan Qingyao couldn't help but snicker. It seemed that she had chosen the right seasoning. There was only a little light soy sauce in this pot of spring bamboo shoots. She loved it so much. .
However, modern seasonings are all packed in plastic bottles or packaging, which is incompatible with this world, so we need to find a way to do it.
Yan Qingyao followed Zhao Cuihua out of the door and saw her looking left and right, picking out a few excellent bamboos and chopping them down skillfully.
Zhao Cuihua felt sorry for Siya, a weak woman who had never done any heavy work, and refused to let her help move bamboos, even if she was dead.
Holding two bamboos thicker than her arms, Zhao Cuihua walked with great strides. After two steps, she couldn't help but look back and coughed softly: "Qingyao, why don't you go dig two more winter bamboo shoots, and we can hold them together?" go home?"
After returning home, Yan Qingyao thought about the baskets used to catch fish in the modern countryside, improved them slightly, and drew the shape of the bamboo baskets on the ground with wooden sticks.
It is a hollow bamboo basket half as tall as a person, with an entrance on each side, shrinking from large to small.
Zhao Cuihua looked at it for a long time. Can such a big loophole be repaired? Aren’t they all out?
Although she was thinking this in her heart, her hands did not stop moving, and the bamboo basket she drew was almost reproduced one to one.
"Yes, that's it!" Yan Qingyao nodded excitedly, took the bamboo basket, took out his own fishing net, and processed the bamboo basket again.
An hour later, two identical bamboo baskets came out. The bamboo baskets were wrapped with a layer of fishing nets. The fishing nets were perfectly stuck at each entrance and exit. The fishing nets were shrinkable, so the fish and shrimp that came in had almost no chance of getting out. sex.
"Also, mother, I want some tubes with corks."
It was the first time that Yan Qingyao screamed so willingly.
"This is simple." Zhao Cuihua was very quick. She cut several bamboo tubes, polished the edges of the bamboo tubes by hand, and used the excess bamboo to make a few plugs. This made it easier for Yan Qingyao to pour the seasonings in without fear of being spilled.
"Is this okay?" Zhao Cuihua raised it and looked at it. She didn't know when her Si Ya had such an opinion, and she subconsciously listened to her opinion.
"Okay." Yan Qingyao put away the bamboo tube and basket, washed up casually, and took a rest.
After a dreamless night, Yan Qingyao woke up as the sun shone through the window.
Raising her hand, she felt a sense of pain, causing Yan Qingyao to frown slightly. She was too thin and the bed was too hard.
She turned her elbow twice to relieve the sore feeling. She turned on her phone and looked at the time. It was only six-fifty... When she made money, she would buy a curtain as soon as possible!
Thinking about the two bamboo baskets she made yesterday, Yan Qingyao suddenly became energetic and sat up from the bed. She went out and walked around yesterday afternoon and found a good place to put the bamboo baskets.
Walking to a beach, there is a cliff with a certain height.
There were already many people on the beach at high tide waiting eagerly for the tide to recede, but her place was empty.
Yan Qingyao took out the nylon rope she bought in the mall. After she got the money, she realized that the things in the mall were really cheap and high-quality. A bundle of nylon rope only cost four and nine yuan, which was enough to spend her remaining balance.
She carefully tied up the bamboo basket with nylon rope, put some oysters, shrimps and crabs in it, and slid it down the cliff.
At a height of about three or four meters, Yan Qingyao waited for the seawater to completely soak the bamboo basket, then looked around and tied the nylon rope to the trunk of a big tree.
There was no extra nylon rope to tie up the other bamboo basket, so she found a sea surface next to it and tied it with hemp rope. She looked at it from time to time and it was fine.
After loading all this, Yan Qingyao immediately picked up the wooden bucket in her hand and followed them to pick up the shrimps, crabs and fish left by the high tide. She was very lucky this time. She picked up a bass weighing about three kilograms. She only needed to steam it briefly and add some fish. Adding her condiments will make it extra sweet and delicious.
She couldn't help but swallow her saliva when she saw it, but when she thought about her family's poverty, she still had to put it in the bucket rationally. If she sold it, she could sell it for at least dozens of cents.
"Si Ya!" An aunt in coarse linen clothes shouted in surprise when she saw her, then looked at her dress and movements, and said distressedly: "How can your mother be so confident that you can come to the beach to pick up shrimps and crabs alone?" Already?"
"Aunt Zhang." A memory came to Yan Qingyao's mind. In the memory, Aunt Zhang's family was as poor as theirs. It was not far from her house and they could be regarded as her neighbors.
