Chapter 102: Good Stuff on the Reef

Zhao Dahai rode a motorcycle home, found an iron rake, some time ago when he went out to rake clams, two large baskets, plus a small dustpan, wearing liberation shoes, riding a motorcycle back to the dock, the beach sand can not run the motorcycle, the flat shoulder carrying two large baskets, small dustpans and small rakes, quickly back to the reef area.

Zhao Dahai found a place to put two large baskets, holding a small dustpan in his left hand and a small rake in his right hand, walked to the edge of the waterline, and carefully looked at the reef where the waves hit, on which grew a thick layer of black color and almost the same thing as the reef, the long finger was the same, and the short one was only one finger.

"Hey!"

"To be idle is to be idle."

"I don't have any fish to get some seaweed."

Zhao Dahai looked at a place, walked over and stood firm, tried his feet not to slip, half sideways, the corner of his eyes could look at the waves of the sea, waiting for a wave to retreat, bent down, the iron rake held in his right hand, scraped down the reef, one by one the seaweed fell, and the left hand held a small dustpan placed below, and then scraped down the seaweed.

Zhao Dahai's right hand moved very fast, he scraped more than a dozen times in one breath, the dustpan was filled with a small half at once, the corner of his eye watched the waves coming, he immediately straightened his waist, stood firm with his feet, the waves hit from the feet, the sea water flooded to the calves, almost to the knee, the waves splashed, the body was half wet at once, the waves receded, bent down, and continued to scrape the seaweed on the reef, holding his breath for more than a dozen times, the small dustpan was already full, and he walked to the edge of the big basket and poured it in.

"Brush, brush!"

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"Brush, brush!"

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"Brush, brush!"

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Zhao Dahai took advantage of the gap between one wave and the next wave to quickly scrape the seaweed.

The seaweed in the reef area in front of the village did not attract much attention, and it grew densely, one after another, and the thick and well-grown places were specially selected, and a large basket was filled in an hour.

"Huh?"

"What is this scraping?"

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"When did the nori grow on these reefs in our village?"

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"Wow!"

"The waves are coming up again! Zhao Dahai's courage is really big, I don't dare to stand in that place and scrape seaweed! ”

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"Just stand firm, didn't you see Zhao Dahai half-sideways? It's just staring at those waves, just pay attention when you hit them, it's not as dangerous as you think. ”

"Isn't it just as dangerous to climb up and down the island mountain outside all day?"

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Zhao Dahai ignored the people who were picking up fish on the reef and pointed at them, and some of them walked to the edge of their big baskets to look at the seaweed scraped off.

Seaweed is not a rare thing, but it grows on a stone, especially now that it is windy, and you can't go out to sea to fish, and you don't need money, isn't it good to get some home and cook an egg soup or something? It won't take much time for someone to come. Hurry up and scrape a little more.

Zhao Dahai worked hard, sweat beads came out one by one, and when the waves hit, the splashing sea water sprinkled on his body, mixed together and dripping down, and he couldn't tell which was sweat and which was seawater.

Zhao Dahai straightened his waist, the seaweed in the small dustpan in his left hand was piled up, there were ten catties of seawater, scraped for almost two hours, a little tired, a little unstable with his hand, his hands were a little shaky, the small iron rake was thrown inside, and he walked to the edge of the big basket with both hands and poured it in, looked around, sure enough, there were already seven or eight people scraping seaweed, and after a while, there would definitely be more, look at the two big baskets that were full, no matter what they did, they had to be fast, and they couldn't eat hot when they were late.

Zhao Dahai sat on the reef, rested for a while, and then went back later.

"Yo?!"

"Is this a fish?"

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"Won't it?"

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"Ahh

"It's really a fish!"

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Zhao Dahai stood up suddenly, but he was not in a hurry, the reef was very slippery in the wind and waves, and he walked to the waterline, the waves just receded, and he couldn't see the fish, so he waited patiently for a while, and the waves hit up, and a big fish in the sea rolled over, and his eyes and hands quickly changed his waist, and he grabbed the tail of the fish and picked it up.

"Rotten fish?"

Zhao Dahai was a little disappointed, he finally got a big fish, but he didn't expect it to be this thing. "Rotten fish" is the tarpon, some places are called "rotten meat shuttle", the swimming speed is very fast, this fish is full of small spines, the fish meat is nothing special, no one likes to eat, don't look at this one is big, almost one meter long, the palm is wide, but two or three yuan a pound in the market can not find anyone to buy.

Zhao Dahai just wanted to throw it away, looked at the two big baskets of seaweed, and changed his mind, "rotten fish" is really not delicious if it is cooked directly, but as long as you are willing to spend effort, you can make a delicious dish, usually you don't have this kung fu, but you can't get out of the sea in the wind for a few days, and you just have time, grandma Zhong Cuihua likes to eat it very much.

Zhao Haiyu threw the basket, carried the "ears" on both sides of the basket with both hands, lifted it up and down the reef twice back and forth, carried it to the dock, put it on the motorcycle, and drove home.

When Zhao Dahai got home, he took a little ice and put it in the foam box, and he couldn't deal with it for the time being.

The seaweed raked by the iron rake has a fine crushed reef and has to be cleaned.

Zhao Dahai took a large basin with a diameter of more than one meter, the faucet was full of water, the seaweed in the basket, grabbed half of it and put it down, stirred it vigorously, the seaweed began to rotate with the water, and the seaweed that was squeezed into a ball spread out, stopped not stirring, waited for a while, picked up the seaweed floating on the water surface and put it in another large basin next to it and soaked it in water.

Zhao Dahai washed it once and continued to wash it a second time, and he washed it five times, grabbed a handful of seaweed, and carefully pulled it open, and there was no broken reef or other miscellaneous things, so he was satisfied.

"Huh?"

"Grandma."

"How can there be such a thing?"

Zhao Dahai looked at Zhong Cuihua holding a stack of small dustpans with a diameter of only twenty centimeters in his hand, and he remembered that there was no such thing at home.

"Hehehe!"

"Something from almost ten years ago. I can't even remember if it weren't for you washing seaweed here. ”

"I looked for it, took it out and saw if it could be used."

Zhong Cuihua handed it to Zhao Dahai.

Zhao Dahai rinsed it with water, it can really be used, this thing is very simple, a thin bamboo strip about one centimeter wide, enclosed in a circle with a diameter of about twenty centimeters, and a small bamboo strip about the same width as chopsticks is woven into a bottom, the whole look is no different from a dustpan, but it is relatively small.

Zhao Dahai washed the big iron basin, filled two-thirds of the water, grabbed a few large handfuls of seaweed and put it in the iron basin, hit it evenly on the water surface with his hands, took a small dustpan and copied it full, added a little seaweed in the thin place, pulled a little thin in the thick place, evenly drained the water surface and buckled it upside down on the big dustpan, the method is very simple, but it is very effective, the fishing village has used this method to make round seaweed cakes for one hundred and eighty years.

Zhao Dahai has been busy all the time, four or five hours to wash all the seaweed, all upside down into seaweed cake to dry on the dustpan, the wind is very strong, with the sun, today to dry for a day, tomorrow for another day, dry enough.