In the morning, I took out several piles of mud mountains, but they were all picked and moved away, looking at this posture, another afternoon's work is almost enough.

The fat man looked at the ditches dotted in the distance, and said in his heart: Even if you dig the mud every year, it is enough to use it for decades, and when you dig it again, you can start a new round of circulation, so that the natural fertilizer has to be used well.

In addition to the pond mud, the other harvests are also quite rich: there are several pots of loaches, and they are all alive and kicking in them, but there is nowhere to drill.

There were also a lot of clams, the ones that were too small were thrown back into the river, and the rest were pulled back by the sisters-in-law of Bigfoot and kept for the cultured pearls.

The little babies also got their own playthings, each holding a handful of snails, but they all made them like mud monkeys, which was a lot of fun.

And the biggest catch was that the fifty or sixty large and small soft-shelled turtles could not fit in the pot, so they had to dig a temporary puddle and put them in.

The guys all retracted their heads, their little round eyes observing the situation from above. Soft-shelled turtles are timid by nature, and they like to be quiet and afraid of trouble, and this time it is estimated that they will be scared unclearly.

Kiki lay on his stomach in the water, patting them on the backs one by one, comforting them one by one. The second fat man was envious next to him: These are all the same people, why do you bite me so much-

Look at the sun, the owner of the car shouted to call it a day, two rafts rowed to the shore, and as soon as the fat man jumped ashore, the attack arrived. I saw that the sister-in-law grabbed a handful of mud from the ground, and immediately smeared it on the fat man's snow-white chest, leaving a black handprint on it, and the bottom part of the neck was scratched all the way to the belly, and the lower part was four mud paths.

"Guys, mafia." The fat man said twice in his mouth: "Sister-in-law, you treat me like this, I don't live anymore!" With that, he ran a few steps and jumped into the river with a pop.

The sister-in-law was startled before she reacted: "Fatty." It's cold in the water. Ma slipped up. ”

"I'm going to take a bath too—" The wild boys saw the bustle. How can you not come and gather a few who have already started to pick up their clothes. Bigfoot's sister-in-law yelled a few times on the shore. I can't stop this bunch of stuff.

The fat man snorted in the water: "It's too cold, my feet cramp." Hey—"

Just a few times. The little babies put on their clothes. The fat man washed in it with peace of mind. Then he shouted to the shore: "Sister-in-law." You're not leaving. I still need to get dressed. ”

"The dead fat man told you to soak in it for a day!" A few old ladies laughed and cursed. Then lead the little babies to evacuate the position.

The fat man came up and got dressed and watched the soft-shelled turtle by the pit. While returning the bar, he sighed: "How beautiful it would be if this was a stew." ”

Then he turned to the boss: "The boss and uncle have to find a special place to raise these things to give birth to soft-shelled turtles, if they are brought to the market, it will be expensive." ”

"This thing likes to be quiet, and it likes clean water, and it has to have plenty of food, otherwise all the same kind will kill each other, and besides, there must be sand on the shore, and when it lays eggs, it buries it in the sand." Although the car boss has never raised soft-shelled turtles, he still knows some theories.

"Then you choose a place, not too close to here, not too far away. It is best to live water, the food is relatively rich, and the two sides can be blocked with the kind of gauze that holds the fish. "The fat man's consistent practice is to leave things to the experts to do, and be the shopkeeper himself.

In the afternoon, continue to dig the mud, the little babies have been busy until dark, then reluctantly take the car back, the fat man they caught more than 100 soft-shelled turtles.

"It seems that these things are quite thriving, and they are growing stronger." The fat man looked at the ditch where the mud was dug up, and he dug three or four miles of land, and there were so many soft-shelled turtles, so it can be seen that the actual number of turtles must be amazing.

So much, it shouldn't matter if you eat one or two, right? The fat man unconsciously moved his heart again.

After digging the pond mud, the next day the water will be diverted to the ditch of the rice field, because the land will be ploughed in a few days, so the water in the rice field will not be released for the time being, but the ditch that is ready to raise fish will be filled first.

The water inlets connecting the ditch and the rice fields were also temporarily closed, and after the water was discharged, the loaches continued to be sprinkled into it. A few pots of loaches don't look like much, but when sprinkled in the vast rice fields, they are too rare.

As soon as the fat man saw this situation, he thought of the ditch that specializes in producing loaches, and now this month, the loaches have not come out to feed, and they are just fishing.

So more than a dozen people were organized to specialize in waterlogging loaches. The car boss also found a suitable water surface, the water flow is slow, there is a large piece of sand on the bank, and the silt at the bottom of the river is relatively thick, which is a treasure of feng shui.

And according to the Che boss's estimate, there are 180 soft-shelled turtles under this water, because the environment is too suitable for them to survive.

However, when stocking, there was still a small problem, a soft-shelled turtle was injured, half-dead, probably when thrown to the shore, did not fall into the mud, fell directly to the grass, and damaged the internal organs.

The fat man was overjoyed at first sight: "Just eat it." "But look at the more than 100 people here, although the soft-shelled turtle is relatively large, but it is estimated that one person will not be able to take a turn.

The old medicine suddenly spoke: "Soft-shelled turtle is a more supplement, and it is best for patients to eat, and it is said to be right."

Cancer has the most therapeutic effect, so it's better to take it back and stew it for Lao Wu. ”

Naturally, everyone had no objections, and the fat man was very happy: this time it was a borrowing light.

But there's another problem, the fat man hasn't made a soft-shelled turtle before, so he can't make it, it's a good thing, and he can't spoil it.

None of the people present had ever eaten it, so it seemed that they had to take it back. It just so happened that the fat man was going to go to the provincial zoo to take a turn, so he rode the big defense alone and returned to the backing mountain.

After arriving home, he invited Chef Li Er and gave him the task of picking up soft-shelled turtles. Chef Li Er is really not bad, he has made this before, but it is the first time he has seen such a big soft-shelled turtle.

I saw him put the soft-shelled turtle on top of a wooden board, holding a chopstick in one hand and teasing the turtle's head in front of him. After all, this soft-shelled turtle is still a little wild, as soon as he stretched out his head and bit the chopsticks, Chef Li Er's hand fell with a knife, and the head of the soft-shelled turtle was cut off.

Then the soft-shelled turtle was lifted up, under the neck, and began to control the blood outward. The fat man scratched his head: "Second uncle, I heard that turtle blood is also a great supplement when mixed with wine?" ”

"It's not like that, it's easy to get poisoned. The soft-shelled turtle hides in the mud for half of the year, so there are many parasites in the fishy atmosphere. Chef Li Er scoffed at the fat man's proposal.

When there was no more blood flowing out, Chef Li Er threw the soft-shelled turtle into the pot, and the water in the pot just sounded, it was also seventy or eighty degrees, and as soon as the soft-shelled turtle entered the pot, it was fishy. Even the fat man frowned: It really smells bad, is this thing delicious?

After rolling in the pot, take out the soft-shelled turtle and take a knife to scrape off a layer of black-green crust on the surface. On the other side, the fat man re-boiled half a pot of water.

Throw the soft-shelled turtle into the pot and cook for a few minutes before removing it. Lift the lid and remove the internal organs. The fat man sighed while following the work: "It's so easy to get something good to eat!" ”

Wu Tou glared at him with his eyes next to him: "Who called you a greedy boy." ”

"I'm wronged, if it weren't for the fact that I didn't have to work hard to nourish your old body." The fat man was busy justifying himself.

"Who believes it, it's not that you kid wants to follow the light." Of course, Old Man Wu knows the details of the fat man.

The fat man said a few times, and then stopped arguing. At this time, Chef Li Er had already cut off the skirt of the soft-shelled turtle, rinsed it carefully, and scraped off all the dirt on it. The fat man also followed the scraping and washing, and the two of them were busy working on a soft-shelled turtle.

After another water copy, the soft-shelled turtle was cut into cubes and stewed in boiling water for a few minutes. The fat man did the math, came and went, and copied it four or five times in total, and the fishy smell was much smaller.

In the end, the soft-shelled turtle was finally put into the soup, use less ginger, less garlic, don't put soy sauce, and can't ~ fry, otherwise the nutrition will be destroyed.

The soup is added at one time, this is still the chicken soup left by the fat man before, needless to say, the fat man's family has been eating the water in the wooden box.

After boiling, rinse the foam on the surface with a spoon and then change to low heat and simmer. It is only at this time that the aroma gradually comes out of the pot.

When Qiqi came back from school, he sniffed when he entered the house: "Uncle Fat, this fragrance is special today." ”

"Hehe, stewed soft-shelled turtle soup, the little girl hasn't eaten it." The fat man was triumphant.

"I've drunk it a long time ago." Qiqi pouted: "But it doesn't seem to have this fragrance, and I drink an earthy smell." ”

The fat man estimated that Qiqi didn't lie, and usually, if it wasn't for the fat man's instructions, Qiqi basically didn't lie, so he rushed her down to the restaurant and ran to the seafood, the little guy must have drunk it before.

"What kind of soft-shelled turtle are you, artificially raised, and where can you find this soup?" The fat man saw that the big pigtails were all back, so he waved his arm: "Open the meal!" ”

Old man Wu called Li Wuye and Erzi and his grandfather too, plus Chef Li, Old Wu Tou, and several old men sat cross-legged on the kang, all like old women. Captain Li sat there, even if he was a young Zhuang faction.

The fat man first brought a few plates of greens, and then served the soft-shelled turtle soup in a pot. When I took it to the table, I saw that the soup was white and yellow, yellow and bright, and a primitive and rich fragrance immediately filled the room.

"Taste, the fat man and Lao Li have been busy all afternoon." Old Man Wu picked up a spoon and scooped some soup, put it to his mouth and blew it, and then sucked it into his mouth.

"Well, it's much better than what I've drunk before, and our brother has a mouthful of blessings-" If you can get the praise of the old man Wu, it proves that the thing is really good.

The fat man and the young ones all sat on the floor table, and the fat man first sandwiched a piece of skirt meat, put it in the Qiqi bowl, and then clamped a piece of the big braid, and of course, finally fished a piece himself.

Eating soft-shelled turtle, the most delicious is the soup, followed by the skirt meat, which is fresh and tender, which is definitely the essence of the soft-shelled turtle.

A few old men were slowly on the kang, chewing slowly. Lao Wu Tou said slowly while drinking the soup: "The thousand-year-old king and eighty-thousand-year-old turtle, eat a soft-shelled turtle every three or five days, to ensure that we can all live as healthy and long as the soft-shelled turtle." ”

The fat man almost squirted out a sip of wine on the ground: how can anyone scold himself. But when I looked at the kang, a group of old men nodded slightly, daring to love people at such an age, who cares about this.