The meal was in full swing, and even the few hot tofu left in the basket on the tricycle were quickly divided.

Duan Zheng, who was eating hot pot, suddenly said, "Haozi? Why didn't Haozi come? ”

Duan Xiang and Duan Yongyuan's faces changed at the same time, thinking of the insatiable face of Duan Hao and his father Duan Laicai, both of them almost turned to their stomachs.

After all, they grew up together, Duan Xiang still has enough understanding of Duan Hao, at least he knows that Duan Hao does not inherit Duan Laicai's vice.

He put down the dishes and chopsticks and went to call Duan Hao out.

Duan Hao didn't come empty-handed, and brought a plate of fried fish. He sat down with Duan Xiang and a few others, poured himself wine, drank so much that his face was red, his eyes were scarlet, and finally he was delirious and said "I'm sorry".

There was only half of the beer left, and the remaining dozen empty bottles fell to the ground.

The brothers who were so drunk that they were staggering from side to side were talking to each other with the strength of their wine, and they were talking to each other that was usually difficult to say.

The atmosphere at Duan Xiang's table was depressing, and no one else went over there to eat braised fish.

However, hot pot is very rare, and the aroma is overflowing. The bottom of the hot pot is burned with broken smokeless honeycomb coal, and you can sit next to it to keep warm.

Dajuan and Erjuan both sat down, and Parsley stood behind them, wearing red cotton shoes that Erjuan had given her.

"Parsley, don't stand, sit down!" Duan Damin also went to the Honghe River to catch a lot of fish before, and this table of hot pot belongs to his family.

"I'm not going to sit down." Parsley chuckled, her voice mixed with a slightly nasal voice, "I have a cold, I'm afraid of infecting you." When it's ready, I'll ask Erjuan to clip some for me. ”

"Pay attention to this with us, sit down quickly, the more you infect others, the faster your own cold will get better!" Duan Damin's words didn't sound like a joke at all, but a bit of experience.

Anyway, there were no children at this table, so Xiangqin sat down in the empty seat next to Erjuan.

Duan Damin is tall and thin, with a bit of sharp-beaked monkey cheeks, but he is very kind, and the biggest disadvantage is that he was born with one leg short and one leg long, so when he walks, he is a little lame. Because of this, he is twenty-five this year, and he has been married many times, but he just didn't like him.

Duan Damin soaked a slice of lettuce twice in the boiling hot pot, and then took a big bite in the bowl. "Da Juan, Er Juan, do you have any more fish? How many more can I get you? ”

"There's more!" Dajuan wasn't being polite to him.

I used to worry about spending money to buy fish, but now I'm worried about how to solve the dead fish. Those who have refrigerators at home are not worried about this problem, but there are very few people who have refrigerators.

Erjuan also said: "There are so many crucian carp, there is no place to raise them, and they can't be raised, so they all turned white early this morning."

"It's all pickled, it's not the New Year, and the fish is about to be eaten." Dajuan echoed. It's a pity that you can't eat fish during the Chinese New Year, at least you can eat fish before the New Year, that is, now.

It hasn't been like this in previous years! So when the two sisters heard that the idea of catching fish was made by Parsley, they were full of gratitude to her.

"If the pickled fish is not released, it will almost change its flavor in half a month." Parsley tries not to put chopsticks into the pot, and uses a small colander to scoop the vegetables and meat in the pot into the bowl, and does not forget to talk to the people around him, "Otherwise, it will be made into preserved fish, which can be put for two or three months." ”

When Erjuan heard this, her face was overjoyed, her eyes lit up, she couldn't wait, and asked, "What do you do with spicy fish?" Teach me! ”

"It's easier than making bacon. Once you've smeared spices on the fish, hang it in the yard to dry. "Parsley's original plan was to make the dead fish in the southern courtyard into preserved fish, at least it can be stored until the Chinese New Year and will not change its taste. And now that it's cold, it can be stored for a longer time. "I'm going to do it tomorrow, do you want to come over tomorrow afternoon?"

Erjuan nodded and happily agreed.

The next day, as soon as the tofu is finished in the afternoon, parsley begins to prepare for the zuò preserved fish.

She washed the garlic mortar, and after controlling the water, she used toilet paper to wipe the excess water inside.

She pinched a dozen peppercorns and a star anise, and grabbed less than five dried peppers, washed them together, and spread them out on a plate to dry.

After a while, Erjuan came as promised. She carried a small basket made of plastic strips on her arm, but instead of fish, it contained needlework and white soles.

The sole is a mille-feuille sole made of cloth patches, not a thousand layers as the name suggests, but at most a thickness of 20 layers of cloth.

When Erjuan walked, her hands were not idle. She is so skilled at holding the soles of her shoes that she knows where to put the needle even without looking at it. The sewing and thread on the sole of the shoe are very neat, and the distance between them can be said to be exactly the same.

"Erjuan, sit down." Parsley made her a bench, and the bench was warm from the afternoon sun, and it was warm to the touch. "The weather is good these days, and it's just right for drying preserved fish."

Erjuan seems to be soft, the little girl has a lot of strength, and every time she finishes a stitch on the upper, she will pull the thread tightly, and then she will put another stitch. This makes the mille-feuille bottom flat and strong.

She took Parsley's words, "It's only been a few days, it's going to snow soon!" Are you ready for preserved fish? ”

"No, isn't that waiting for you?" In Parsley's opinion, this is easier to make preserved fish than the sole of Erjuana.

Erjuan glanced at Parsley—

On the ground next to parsley lay a clean snakeskin bag, on which were placed plates, spices on the plates, five pairs of disposable chopsticks next to the plates, and a few pieces of wool. Finally, there is a purple transparent plastic basin with a few fish that parsley had marinated yesterday.

"These are all things to prepare for preserved fish?" Erjuan thought that the process was quite complicated, and it seemed to be different from what she imagined.

"I'm going to fire." Parsley went to the hall.

Erjuan followed her closely, and as soon as she entered the hall, there was a hot smell on her face. There is a red clay stove that burns honeycomb coal, so the inside of the hall is warmer than the outside.

Parsley unplugged the live ‖ of the stove, and not long after, the temperature in the room rose a little.

Parsley put the wok on the stove and carried the spatula to the courtyard to bring the spices on the plate.

After the peppercorns, star anise, and chili peppers are washed, and the excess water on them is basically evaporated after being exposed to the sun.

When the pot is hot, Parsley pours all the spices on the plate into the pot.

Erjuan couldn't help but remind, "You don't put oil?" ”

"Don't put oil or water, fry the fragrance, watch the spices change color, and you can almost get out of the pot."

After stir-frying in a hot pan, the spices in the pan will turn slightly yellow in less than five minutes. Parsley put the spices on the plate, blocked the vent of the stove, removed the wok from the stove, and replaced it with a kettle.

Erjuan followed Parsley to the brightly lit courtyard, and saw her carry the garlic mortar to the snakeskin bag, and then pour the fried spices into the garlic mortar and start tinkering.

In the process of mashing the spices, there will inevitably be dregs splashing out of the garlic mortar, but the slag basically falls on the snakeskin belt and is finally re-pinched into the garlic mortar by the parsley.

After a long time, the parsley hands are almost foaming, and the spices in the garlic mortar are still large and large.

"Forget it, use a stone mill to grind it!"

Parsley took the garlic mortar, walked to the stone mill, and when she poured the spice particles in the garlic mortar into the grinding plate, she heard Erjuan say with envy: "If I had a craft like yours, I would also do business."

"Don't you have a craft too?" Xiangqin glanced at Erjuan Zhengna's sole, "You can make shoes, and when they are ready, they can be sold in the market." ”

Erjuan was stunned for a while, and suddenly felt that her mouth suddenly opened, "This is a good idea!" ”

Parsley remembered that in the two years before she was reborn, that is, three years later, the little doll's tiger head shoes were very popular. Even if you don't have a doll at home, you will buy a pair or two to go back as decorations.

"You know tiger head shoes, they are the kind worn by children, dolls as big as Xiaobaoer and Xiaomao, you can make a few pairs first and try to sell them. Even if you can't sell it, it's a favor to give it away. ”

Erjuan listened, and suddenly lost interest in the soles of his hands that were more than 30 yards long. But she wasn't sure what the sales of the tiger head shoes were, and as Parsley said, she couldn't try them.

"Then I'll try." Erjuan simply stopped what she was doing, put the basket she was carrying aside, and concentrated on watching parsley make preserved fish.

Parsley spreads the ground spices evenly around the marinated fish.

The pickled fish is cut in half from the direction of the fish's belly. Because there were no bamboo sticks at home, she had to sharpen disposable chopsticks and thread them across the waist of the fish, mainly to make the fish body flat, and the maximum area had to be exposed to the sun and cold wind.

The parsley was then tied tightly with yarn through the gills and hung on a clothesline in the yard.

At this time, the body of the fish is still slightly wet, and it is necessary to dry or air dry the water inside and outside its body.

Erjuan watched the whole process and couldn't help but sigh: "It's so simple."

"It's that simple. After doing this, hang it in the yard to dry or blow, and it will be almost done in half a month. Parsley said with a smile.

Erjuan went home, and came to the South Courtyard with Dajuan, and brought their pickled fish and spices. They mainly wanted to borrow the stone mill in the southern courtyard and crush the spices.

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