Rebirth of a fishing village: starting from Hua Axiang in Jiehu Village

Zhao Dahai turned around and hurried home. He 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.

The bamboo wall of Dianthus is thick and resistant to seawater corrosion, while the wall of moso bamboo is relatively thinner and has greater buoyancy, but its ability to resist seawater corrosion is not as good as Dianthus. Dianthus is the first choice for making fish fences, which is more durable. Moso bamboo is better for daily use such as weaving dustpans.

Zhao Dahai swung his hatchet and chopped it down at a 45-degree angle. Three knives chopped down a bamboo tree 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, and the leaves were pierced. I carried it on my good shoulder and headed down the mountain to go 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 wet bamboo. After 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. Punch two holes, put a half-meter-long rope through it, tie a knot, and 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 even more. Simple, cook a pot of rice, the dish is the leftover salted fish from the morning, fill your stomach, and continue to work.

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. Using sandpaper, sand 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 slit and tried it again, but it was not stable enough.

"Are you going to catch jumping fish later?!"

Zhong Cuihua came out of the main room, saw what Zhao Dahai was tossing about, and knew to catch 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 to make dinner. He saw that the remaining salted fish could not be wasted. After thinking about it for a while, he came up with an idea. He first cooked the rice, 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 salty 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 half a bowl of water in, covered it, and used high heat to reduce the juice.

Zhao Dahai walked into the main room with the cooked food and put it on the small table.

"grandmother."

"time to eat."

Zhao Dahai shouted.

Zhong Cuihua put down the bowl in her hand, stood up on her knees, walked to the small dining table and sat down.

"grandmother."

"You have to take it easy."

"It's okay to find something to do to earn some money for daily necessities."

"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?!"

"Eat and drink well every day and sit at home, the wind can't blow and the sun can't shine."

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 him for a little longer. If he felt that the time was too long, he immediately stopped him.

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, and the lean meat was a little hard. It was a mixture of soft and hard, and the taste was very good. It was absorbed. The salted fish and sea melon seeds and mud snails are very delicious.

Zhao Dahai took four or five mouthfuls of rice. The pork belly tastes great and goes very well with rice.

"grandmother!"

"These mud snails and sea melon seeds are good, and the salted fish tastes good."

Zhao Dahai sandwiched the meat from mud snails and sea melon seeds and put it into Zhong Cuihua's bowl. The meat of the sun-dried mud snails and sea melon seeds becomes softer when soaked in hot water. The pork belly is stewed together and absorbs the oil. The taste is really 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 paces 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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"Like a steamer."

"We 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. 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. Without the moon and stars, he didn't know where to hide. It was so dark that he couldn't see faces clearly, but grandma Zhong Cuihua could tell that she was in a good mood.

Five o'clock in the morning.

Zhao Dahai woke up, walked lightly into the kitchen, cooked porridge, ate two bowls, took the kettle, filled it with boiling water, and carried it to the yard, walked to the corner, packed up his things yesterday, took a Carrying a pole, one end is a plastic bucket, which contains several net bags and water bottles, and the other end is eighty bamboo tubes. I open the door of the yard and go out, striding towards the village pier.

When Zhao Dahai walked to the pier of the village, the sun had just risen, and the fishing boats from the village came back one after another. Looking at it, today's harvest was much better than yesterday's.

make money! You must work hard to make money! Only when the fishing boat is repaired can it go fishing.

Zhao Dahai strode towards the mangrove forest. With a fishing boat, I can go fishing like these people in the village.

"What does Zhao Dahai want to do?!"

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"Isn't it obvious?"

"Those bamboo tubes jumping on the pole must be to catch jumping fish."

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"It's a hard job."

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"What can we do?!"

"Without fishing boats, if you want to make money, you can only think of this way!"

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The people on the fishing boat docked at the pier were chatting while picking out the fish they just caught with their hands and feet. The big and valuable ones are put together, and the small and worthless ones are put in another place. After a while, they are packed in net bags or baskets and sold in the town.

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