59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang

The fisherman was so busy that he could not help laughing.

He slowly lifted the fishing rod and could not help laughing.

A turtle weighing more than 3 jin.

"Good luck, we will have fish tonight!"

He caught a turtle on the first rod. Although it was not big, Chen Feng was still very happy.

Although it was a cheat, it was better than being empty-handed!

And there were thousands of people present, and he was the only one.

Without comparison, there is no pleasure!

He promised the little girl that he could fulfill his promise at noon.

After dozens of times of being hooked, the big fish was thrown into the fish pond in the space, leaving only small fish no longer than ten centimeters in the fish bucket.

"No, Shichahai can still catch such big shrimps?"

Chen Feng didn't know green shrimps. They are swamp shrimps that live widely in China. They can not only grow in fresh water, but also survive in coastal low-salinity waters.

Green shrimps have relatively strict requirements on water quality. Weishan Lake in Shandong and Baiyangdian in Hebei are rich in green shrimps.

At present, the water quality in Sijiu City is still good, so there are still green shrimps.

It was not until the 1980s that many aquatic creatures were basically extinct.

Green shrimps have the effects of nourishing the kidney and strengthening yang, promoting lactation and resisting toxins, nourishing blood and consolidating essence, removing blood stasis and detoxification, invigorating qi and nourishing yang, promoting blood circulation and relieving pain, and stimulating appetite and resolving phlegm. They are suitable for both young and old.

Whether it is steamed and soaked in cooking wine, or fried and wrapped in flour, it is a first-class delicacy.

It was almost 11:30 when he went back with more than a dozen small fish and five finger-long shrimps.

When he returned to Nanluoguxiang, as soon as he entered the door, the group of aunts and aunts surrounded him.

"Xiao Feng, why are all the fish small this time? Didn't you catch a big fish last time?"

"Auntie Lin, fishing depends on luck. I'm lucky, so I have to be content."

Chen Feng was holding the bucket, covering the fish bucket with one hand, trapped in the encirclement, and laughed. "And I only caught loaches before, and there were very few big fish."

"Yeah, it's hard to say, sometimes good and sometimes bad, but you're not bad, so many small fish and shrimps are enough for a big bowl."

"Xiao Feng, do you have any secrets to fishing? Why can you catch so many every time?"

"I sing the national anthem before I go every time. Is that a secret?"

Chen Feng decided to establish a "patriotic" personality, especially the identity of a Young Pioneer, which was somewhat useful after the wind started.

If he hadn't been able to immigrate to Hong Kong Island with his family at that time.

He couldn't save the world unless he transcended some unspeakable existence.

"Oh, no wonder Yan Bugui went crazy yesterday, singing the national anthem and Huangmei Opera in the room."

Jia Zhang from No. 95 compound was also there, and she was thoughtful after hearing it.

"If I think more about my old Jia, can I also catch fish?"

Chen Feng immediately corrected: "Aunt Jia, feudal superstition is not good, now is a new society!"

"Believe in science!"

"I believe in your uncle!"

There are also aunties who are not stupid. They can see that Chen Feng is talking nonsense at a glance and immediately retort him.

"You kid is getting worse and worse."

"Oh, Director Wang is here." Chen Feng looked to the side of the alley.

Director Wang of the Street Office has a lot of prestige, which is very useful in front of these aunties. They all turned their heads to look to the side, and Chen Feng took the opportunity to escape.

"Where is it?"

"This kid lied to us."

"I caught so much in the morning, and I can eat meat at noon again."

Another envied.

Putting the fish bucket in the kitchen, Chen Feng thought of honeycomb coal when he looked at the coal balls.

Honeycomb coal actually appeared a long time ago, but it was not until 1964 that Shanghai promoted cylindrical coal cakes, which were well-known because of the 12 holes in the middle and the shape of a honeycomb.

This cylindrical shape is more resistant to burning, has higher heat, and reduces dust and carbon monoxide, so it is also called honeycomb coal.

Save money and be durable.

However, if you want to make coal balls into honeycomb coal, you need to mix with yellow mud, otherwise the pure coal balls will fall apart, leaving a pile of unburned coal ash.

In addition, the shaping coal ball machine is also critical.

"It seems that I can do some good and add another layer of golden body."

"But how to explain it?"

Chen Feng didn't think of a good reason, so he put it aside for the time being.

Use firewood to light the coal stove first, and boil a pot of hot water for standby.

At the same time, take out the turtle hidden in the space mud, clean it carefully, cut it into small pieces, and marinate it with the cooking wine sent by Sha Zhu.

This should be what Sha Zhu prepared in the back kitchen of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill.

Refined salt and shredded ginger are relatively common, but onions and cooking wine are not easy to buy.

"A little more than a quarter of an hour?"

Looking at the crooked words written by He Yushui, Chen Feng couldn't bear to look directly at it. It was obvious that the eldest girl He Yushui saved pencils for the He family.

and paper money.

You know, before he went to elementary school, the old man wrote for him to copy.

The regular script (actually the official script) was as square and smooth as if printed by a printer, and I still remember it.

Under the strict supervision of the old man, I don’t know how much paper was wasted before he practiced good calligraphy.

Cooking consumes seasonings, and practicing calligraphy consumes paper and pens.

I thought about the time it took to marinate the silly pillars before, and estimated it in my mind for a while.

"About 20 minutes."

I took a look at the clock in the study room, it was 11:42.

The little girl was amusing herself on the table with sand paintings with her buttocks up and her face covered with sand.

Chen Hao was practicing calligraphy on another table with a bitter face.

Because the economy was not good this year, the price of paper did not increase, but the Chen family was reluctant to spend more money, so Chen Hao escaped before.

But the old man obviously discovered another benefit of sand painting - practicing calligraphy.

So the two siblings, one practiced calligraphy, the other painted, drooling.

"Xiao Feng, you're back."

The old man had squinted his eyes, and when he noticed that there was less sunlight at the door, he opened them immediately.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Chen Feng felt a flash of light.

"Grandpa, we're steaming turtles at noon. Do you want me to buy you some bulk wine?"

The old man was stunned and asked, "Did you catch turtles again?"

Before Chen Feng could answer, he heard the little girl on the desk, who was almost buried in the sand, turn around at an unprecedented speed and said excitedly, "Big pot, I want to eat!"

The other two eyes also lit up.

The last turtle, they still miss it.

Chen Feng picked up the little girl and asked, "Little Lili, were you good this morning?"

"Good."

The little girl nodded and said, "I also invited Grandpa, Erguo, and sister to eat pork."

"Really, I'll treat Big Brother to eat next time." Chen Feng smiled.

"Yes, there is still half."

The little girl twisted her little body and pointed at the table with her little hand.

He carried the little girl out of the study and went to the kitchen to take care of the coal stove.

The coal balls have been lit, but it will take some time to boil water.

When the clock in the study rang, Chen Feng put the little girl down, quickly picked up the pickled turtle, put it in a large bowl with ginger slices at the bottom of the bowl, and then covered it with a layer of ginger slices.

The little girl was attracted by the prawns in the bucket.

"Little girl, if you like, I'll leave one for you to play with?"

The little girl's eyes were full of curiosity.

"Big pot, is it delicious?"

"It's pretty good."

Chen Feng fanned the coal stove with a fan.

"Then I want to eat it!"

The little girl lay beside the fish bucket, staring at the prawns in the water with her little eyes.