Zhao Dahai turned around and walked home quickly, took a firewood knife, climbed up the mountain behind the village to cut bamboo, but this time it was not caryophyllus, and after walking for half an hour, he found another kind of bamboo in the big bush - moso bamboo.

The bamboo wall of caryophyllus is thick and resistant to seawater corrosion, and the wall of moso bamboo is relatively much thinner, and the buoyancy is greater but the ability to resist seawater corrosion is not as good as that of caryophyllus. To make fish row fences, caryophyllus is the first choice, which is more durable, and moso bamboo is better for daily use such as weaving dustpans.

Zhao Dahai firewood knife waved and cut down at an oblique angle of 45 degrees, cut down an arm-thick bamboo with three knives, cut off eight bamboo leaves one after another, each of which was ten meters long, tied up his shoulders and carried it, and went down the mountain to go home.

Zhao Dahai carried the bamboo back to the back of the house and threw it on the ground, went home and got the saw, each bamboo section was sawed up twenty centimeters is a natural bamboo tube, eight bamboos were sawed, counted, just eighty.

Zhao Dahai wiped the sweat beads on his forehead, the wet bamboo sawed up very hard, such a while, a little sore, take a break, take a big basket, all the bamboo tubes back to the yard and start punching, a bamboo tube to punch two holes, half a meter long rope, through a knot to a bamboo tube that can be carried up, eighty bamboo tubes are all worn, almost at twelve o'clock at noon, there are things to be busy, eat more simply, cook a pot of rice, the dish is the salted fish left over in the morning, fill the stomach, continue to work.

Zhao Dahai looked in the firewood room for a while, took out a wooden board one centimeter thick and about two meters long, sawed a section, thirty centimeters wide and sixty centimeters long, searched for a long time in the toolbox, and found a piece of used sandpaper, and polished one side of the board as smooth as possible.

Zhao Dahai used two wooden sticks to make a T handle, the chisel made a square hole in the front of the board, put the handle on, there was a little slit, a little shaking, a few small pieces of wood sharpened at one end, the hammer smashed into the small slit, tried again, and it was too stable.

"Are you going to catch the jumping fish in a while?!"

Zhong Cuihuatang walked out of the house, and when he saw these things tossed by Zhao Dahai, he knew to catch the jumping fish.

Zhao Dahai shook his head, the recent period of time is almost noon tide in the morning, if you want to catch jumping fish, you have to wait until the tidal flat on the edge of the mangrove forest at low tide is exposed, and if you can't do it today, you will have to wait until tomorrow.

Sunset.

The sky is full of sunshine.

The sea breeze blows, with a hint of scorching coolness.

Zhao Dahai packed up the things he needed to catch the jumping fish tomorrow, and placed them neatly in the corner of the wall, so that when he went out early tomorrow morning, he didn't need to be in a hurry.

Zhao Dahai walked into the kitchen, began to cook dinner, looked at the remaining salted fish, could not be wasted, pondered for a while, thought of an idea, first put rice to cook, grabbed a handful of sun-dried mud snails and sea melon seeds and meat into the bowl and poured some boiling water to soak, the salted pork belly hanging on the stove cut a palm-sized piece, cut into small pieces, boiling water for more than ten minutes, so it is softer, grandma Zhong Cuihua is more convenient to eat, and at the same time remove some salty taste.

Zhao Dahai put a little oil in the pot that was boiled, put the pork belly in it and stir-fry it until fragrant, put the pork belly and the soaked sea melon seeds and muddy snail meat in it and fry it for a while, put half a bowl of water and cover the lid, and reduce the juice on high heat.

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

"Grandma."

"It's time to eat."

Zhao Dahai shouted.

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

"Grandma."

"You'll have to take it easy."

"Find something to do to make some money on firewood, rice, oil and salt, there's nothing wrong with it."

"You can't get too tired."

Zhao Dahai filled a bowl of rice, and a few pieces of soft and rotten pork belly were covered with rice, if he didn't do this, Zhong Cuihua would definitely not stretch out his chopsticks and keep these meats for himself, he could eat less meat when he was older, but he couldn't eat nothing at all.

"How can you be tired?!"

"Every day, I eat and drink well, I sit at home, and the wind can't blow or the sun can't shine."

Zhong Cuihua shook her head.

Zhao Dahai shook his head gently, it was impossible to convince him, so he could only stare at it a little more, and felt that it was too long to stop it immediately.

Zhao Dahai picked up the bowl, picked up a piece of pork belly and put it in his mouth and bit it gently, the oil flowed out immediately, the pure fat meat was soft, the lean meat was a little hard, soft and hard mixed, the taste was very good, absorbing the umami of salted fish and sea melon seeds and mud snails, it was very delicious.

Zhao Dahai pulled four or five mouthfuls of rice fiercely. The taste of the pork belly is overwhelming, and it goes well with rice.

"Grandma!"

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

Zhao Dahai sandwiched the meat of mud snails and sea melon seeds and put them in Zhong Cuihua's bowl. The dried mud snails and sea melon seeds become softer when soaked in hot water, and the pork belly is simmered together to absorb the oil, and the taste is really good.

When Zhao Dahai was full, grandma Zhong Cuihua had already finished eating, washed the dishes and chopsticks and returned to the hall, and saw that grandma Zhong Cuihua was weaving fishing nets again, this is to help make more money and make up enough for the remaining 20,000 yuan, which is not good.

Zhao Dahai took Zhong Cuihua out of the door, walked a hundred steps after dinner, lived to ninety-nine, walked for a while, and met several sixty or seventy-year-old old men and women in the village.

"Why is it so hot this day?!"

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"It's the same as a steamer."

"I can't sit still in the room."

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"There's nothing to do at home, so I'm thinking about getting some more nets tomorrow and coming back to make up for it. To be idle is to be idle, and to earn a piece of a few cents is money. ”

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Zhao Dahai sat on a stone and watched Zhong Cuihua chat with the old man and lady in the village, there was no moon and stars, I didn't know where to hide, it was dark and I couldn't see the face clearly, but I could hear that my grandmother Zhong Cuihua was in a good mood.

Five o'clock in the morning.

Zhao Dahai woke up, walked into the kitchen lightly, cooked porridge, ate two bowls, took a kettle, filled it with boiling water and carried it to the yard, walked to the corner, yesterday had already packed up his things, took a flat pole to carry, one end was a plastic bucket, which contained a few net bags and kettles, and the other end was eighty bamboo tubes, opened the door of the yard and went out, striding towards the village wharf.

When Zhao Dahai walked to the dock of the village, the sun had just risen, and the fishing boats from the village that went out to sea to fish came back one after another.

Make hay! Be sure to work hard to make money! Only after repairing the fishing boat can you go out to sea to fish.

Zhao Dahai strode towards the mangrove forest. With a fishing boat, he was able to go out to sea to catch fish like these people in the village.

"What does Zhao Dahai want to do?!"

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"Can't you see that?"

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

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"It's hard work."

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"What can I do?!"

"If you don't have a fishing boat, if you want to make money, you can only think of this way!"

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The people on the fishing boats docked at the pier chatted and picked out the fish they had just caught. The big ones were put together, the small ones were placed in another place, and after a while they were packed in nets or baskets and sold in the town.