reborn fisher girl

How terrible is such a home? Chen Yu looked at the dark sea, her heart trembling: With her own temperament, if she contradicted Mrs. Hu one day, would she be able to be so cruel?

The second uncle is her biological son, and she is willing to do anything for her. So, can she take her granddaughter who is losing money seriously?

"Yu'er, what are you thinking about?" Chen Yan saw that she was dumbfounded and didn't speak, and she didn't speak for a long time after she finished speaking, so she pushed her away and asked.

"Ah, I didn't think anything of it," Chen Yu smiled after coming back to his senses, then patted his chest and said timidly: "Grandma is so scary!"

"Yes, our grandma goes up to incense and worships Buddha every day, chanting about Amitabha, but her heart is more evil than anyone else!" Seeing that her face changed with fear, Chen Yan hugged her and comforted her: "Don't be afraid, sister will protect you.

Yours, from now on, you stay away from our grandma, and I will help you if you have something to do, you know?"

"Yes!" She nodded softly without much protest.

The current protest can't solve anything at all, but she can feel Chen Yan's concern for her, which is the true love of a sister for her sister.

"Come on, daddy's fishing boat is back," Chen Yan suddenly took Chen Yu's hand and walked forward, shouting excitedly.

When Chen Yu saw the busy group of people, he suddenly realized that he was here just to take up space. The men were busy moving the fish off the boat, the women were carrying the fish quickly with their hands and feet, and several boys from the Chen family were holding torches.

Illuminating the dark sea, only Chen Yu was watching. Sometimes he was reminded to give in by Mrs. Lin, and sometimes he was scolded by Mrs. Zhang - she came here to scold her, wuwu...

Finding a quiet and not crowded place, she carefully looked at the busy people in front of her, but what flashed in her eyes was the scene of going shopping by herself in the middle of the night in a modern fish market...

After two hours of busy work, Yin hour has arrived and it is dawn.

"Huh," Mrs. Lin touched the sweat on her forehead and raised a smile on her lips, which had a certain charm in the rising sunshine. "It's finally better...,"

"Ayong, you and Xiaotian go buy some crushed ice and come back." Mrs. Zhou also had a smile on her face. She took out the ten cents she had just asked for from Mr. Hu and directed her two sons to buy them.

Ice cubes are a must for seafood.

"Oh!" Chen Yong and Chen Tian handed the torches in their hands to Mrs. Zhou and Mr. Lin who reached over. There was a tacit understanding between the two parties - this should be a habit they have developed over the years.

"Ice?" When Chen Yu heard the word, her eyes lit up and she thought: In this era, there is ice. This is so surprising. She wants to take a closer look, what is this ice about?

As far as she knew, the origin of ice was very early in ancient times. It was recorded in the "Book of Songs" and was often used in palaces and government offices. In ancient times, there were officials who specialized in managing this matter, and "ice wells" for storing ice were built. This

It is said that in ancient times, inland rivers froze, and wealthy people would spend a lot of manpower and material resources to cut out ice and store it in ice cellars.

And what she wanted to know now was whether the ice cubes Chen Yong and the others bought were hidden ice cubes or homemade ice cubes.

As early as the Song Dynasty, there were people who used saltpeter to make ice cubes, so she had to figure out that if they were using the former type, they would have to make the second type by themselves.

After a while, Chen Yong and Chen Tian came back. Chen Yong came back easily carrying a small wooden bucket.

For ten cents, what you buy is a layer of crushed ice. The thin layer is only enough to be spread on top of the better layer of fish. As for the fragmentary ones, you can only let them live and die on their own. If it smells bad

, take it back and pickle it, and if it’s good, sell it for a few cents...