"Grandma!"

"I'm back!"

Zhao Dahai pushed open the courtyard door and shouted loudly, first putting down the net bag containing dozens of catties of fish in his hand, and then putting down another net bag hanging on his shoulder, especially the mackerel that was more than one meter long, all the way back to swagger through the village and cause crazy onlookers, everyone was very envious.

Zhong Cuihua was weaving fishing nets in the hall when she heard a shout and walked out.

"Yo!"

"Such a big fish?!"

Zhong Cuihua was startled when she saw the fish in the two net bags, especially the mackerel.

"Grandma."

"I'll be the first to go!"

Zhao Dahai ripped open the rope tied to the mouth of the net bag, and all the fish were poured out.

"What are you doing?!"

"No, are you going to sell it?!"

Zhong Cuihua didn't know what Zhao Dahai wanted to do.

Zhao Dahai shook his head. This is a fish that has been hit by the wind and waves, and most of them have broken their appearance, bumped or rubbed on the reef, and all kinds of wounds, large and small. Mackerel is the most valuable, a pound of 20 to 30 yuan, when I catch it, I am worried that the fish struggles to run away and the stone hammers more than a dozen times, and the fish head is almost smashed, not that it can't be sold, but it can't be sold at any price.

"Grandma."

"I planned it early."

"All these fish are salted!"

"Sun-drying."

"Cook and eat when you don't have vegetables, or fry a little in the morning, with white porridge or sweet potato porridge."

Zhao Dahai had planned it a long time ago. You can't eat enough fish, and salted fish is the best way to deal with them. There is meat at home, but it is impossible to eat meat every day, in front of the village or on the beach nearby, there is no shortage of small miscellaneous seas, and you have to think of ways to make money, it is impossible to catch a trip every day, salted fish and the mud sea melon seeds dried a few days ago are the same meaning, in order to eat vegetables in the bowl and plates, especially the vegetables in the vegetable garden behind the house grow up, so that there are fish, meat and vegetables.

Zhong Cuihua pulled down the fish on the ground, and after picking for a while, she couldn't pick out the fish that was not injured.

Zhao Dahai smiled. It's not giving up, thinking if I can sell a little.

Zhao Dahai took out the cutting board, took out the knife, and began to kill the fish, scraping off the fish scales, picking off the gills, cutting the fish belly, fish intestines and other internal organs all scraped out, and saw grandma Zhong Cuihua take out another knife from the kitchen, this is to kill the fish together.

Zhao Dahai immediately stopped it, grandma Zhong Cuihua is old, it's not that she can't do this job, but no matter what you say, your eyes are not good and your hands don't have much strength, and it is easy to hurt yourself if you are not careful.

"Grandma."

"I'll kill the fish."

"After you kill it, you will wash it and dry it on the dustpan."

Zhao Dahai knew that it would not work for Zhong Cuihua, so he must want to help, so he took a large iron basin with half a basin of water, and moved out a large jar from the kitchen, opened the lid, and filled it with coarse-grained sea salt.

There are two ways to dry salted fish, one is to marinate the fish directly, kill the fish, sprinkle it with salt, leave it for a while, and the salt seeps into the fish meat and then dry. Another way is to kill the fish, soak it in salt water for a while, and then pick it up and dry it immediately.

Salted fish that is salted directly is cured for a longer period of time, is more salty, and is easier to preserve. Fish washed in salt water does not last long and does not contain much salt, so it is more delicious, but it is stored for a shorter time.

Zhao Dahai didn't plan to sell these salted fish, he ate them at home, and it was better to use salt water directly.

Zhao Dahai was quick with his hands and feet, and after killing a fish in ten seconds, he put it in a large iron basin filled with salt water.

Zhong Cuihua carefully washed the killed fish, washed it and placed it neatly on the dustpan, filled one dustpan, and replaced it with another.

It took Zhao Dahai more than an hour to kill almost a hundred catties of trash fish, leaving only red drum fish and mackerel.

Zhao Dahai carefully scraped off the scales of the red drum fish with a knife, cut off the gills of the fish, cut the belly of the fish and cleaned the fish intestines inside, put the knife on the tail of the fish and cut it horizontally, cut to the big fish bone in the middle, put the knife flat and pushed it in the direction of the fish head with the fish bone, divided into two halves, washed it with salt water, took a small stick to prop it up, hung the small rope, and hung it on the bamboo pole. This fish is relatively large, hang up to dry fast, this red drum fish only in the stomach of a little abrasion, cut basically do not see the mail, dried every New Year's holiday to relatives to take on it.

"The sea."

"What are you going to do with this fish?!"

Zhong Cuihua pointed to the mackerel on the ground. Big fishing boats can't catch such a big mackerel when they go out to sea, and if the fish head is not injured, it can be sold for three or four hundred yuan casually, which is really a pity.

Zhao Dahai didn't dare to tell Zhong Cuihua that the fish head was smashed by himself, knowing that he must be a loser, but he had no other choice in the situation at that time, one was Wang Changlin watching from the side, and the other village people came to pick up fish sooner or later, and it was impossible to go home to get fishing nets or copy nets. In any case, this fish rotted in his own pot and could not be sold for money, so it was very cost-effective to mix several delicious meals and drink.

"Cut the salted fish."

Zhao Dahai waved his hand proudly. When the people in the fishing village caught this kind of mackerel, none of them were willing to eat it, and they were too arrogant.

Zhao Dahai began to cut the mackerel, cutting it horizontally into pieces, each piece was one centimeter thick, and the head of the fish was split in two.

"Grandma."

"There's not much left to live. I'll do it myself. ”

"Uncle Da Dong and Uncle Xiao Dong are both working outside. No one in the house went to sea. If you want to eat some fish, you have to go to the town and buy it. You send this fish to the second grandmother. Try it. ”

"If I go over, it is estimated that the second grandfather will blast out directly."

After Zhao Dahai finished cutting the fish, he walked into the kitchen, took a red plastic bag, picked three pieces of meat in the best position, and added half a fish head. Don't look at the grandfather's generation who have divided their families and live their own lives, but when it is difficult, help each other, and give a little if you eat as much as you have.

Zhong Cuihua nodded with a smile, took the bag and went out, and walked towards Zhao Shi's house.

Zhao Dahai picked up the cut mackerel fillet, washed it in salt water, and stacked it separately in a dustpan, the fish was large, and the cut fish fillet had to be the size of two palms.

"Good stuff!"

"It's a real goodie!"

Zhao Dahai took the dustpan, walked out of the yard, and rested on the stone at the door, these two days were windy days, there was not much sun, drying salted fish and waiting for good weather, half a day can be half dry, and then two days can be dried.

Zhao Dahai took a look at the mud snails and sea melon seed meat that were brought out to dry in the morning, like hard small stone seeds, they were already dry, took the bag and put it up, looked at the time, it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon, he had been busy working, he couldn't take care of eating, and his stomach was rumbling with hunger.

Zhao Dahai walked into the yard, walked into the kitchen with a plate of trash fish and the other half of the mackerel head left behind, and began to cook, picking up hundreds of catties of fish for nothing, and had to eat a good meal!