Rebirth 1983

Chapter 26 Lobsters and Snails

After three o'clock in the afternoon.

Everyone returned to Chen Yao's house together.

Chen Song first raised the turtle in a wooden barrel, and added a little water, but the turtle was always shrunk in its shell. Even though Chen Song hadn't touched it for so long, he had never seen it stick out.

Chen Song ignored it, but Xiao Yaoyao was very curious about this old turtle, and would come over to have a look at it from time to time, and occasionally poked its shell with his fingers.

"Little Yaotiao, be careful that the old turtle sticks out to bite you."

Chen Song saw her cute, and said to scare her.

"Bad uncle, Yaoyao is so cute, the old turtle can't bear to bite me!" Yaoyao put her hands on her hips, pouted her mouth and refuted Chen Song's words.

Chen Song looked at her amusedly, but didn't say a word, just paid attention to the little girl all the time, and put the snails and crayfish aside.

"Sister Wang Yao, let's also sell the snails tonight." Chen Song pointed to the half bucket of snails.

"Ah Song, what do you do with this snail? It's too late to make it vomit sand when it's sold at night. Don't they want to eat a mouthful of sand when it's sold like this."

Wang Yao was a little worried and couldn't help but speak.

If you want to cook this dish of fried snails deliciously, the most important thing is a process - spit sand.

Of course, in later generations, there are many ways to vomit sand. The simplest method is to add salt, salad oil, etc. It only takes one or two hours to make the snails vomit sand quickly.

But in this era, no farmer would use this method.

Let alone salad oil, a few drops of oil in the current dish are good, let alone put it in the snails and let it fly away.

As for the salt, the big guys are also reluctant.

In the early 80s, a bag of salt was still worth a lot of money.

At this time, table salt was generally still a national industry, and it was basically not released. Not to mention the limited production, it was also expensive.For a countryman, a bag of salt can last a year.

Of course, there are policies above and countermeasures below.

There is always some place where some salt can be sold in bulk. Everyone knows that this salt is probably not from formal channels, but it is cheap. How can people not eat salt?So everyone just turned a blind eye and closed one eye, tacitly knowing, knowing everything!

Speaking of snail spitting sand, in addition to these methods, country people have another more practical and faster method.

Rusty iron.

After peeling off the snails in the barrel, Chen Song found a rusty and crooked sickle, stuffed it in the middle of the snails in the barrel, and filled it up with water.

The time for the snails to spit sand is not too long, but it is not that short either. It is estimated that it will take three hours.

At this time, Chen Song and Wang Yao were allowed to deal with the crayfish.

The crayfish weighed more than 30 kilograms and filled a large bamboo basket.

According to the original method taught by Chen Song, Wang Yao and Chen Song handled the lobster very quickly.

The two sat in the yard, facing a large basket of crayfish. Their speed was not slow, but it took them more than an hour to process more than 30 catties of crayfish while bending over.

When they stood up, they only felt sore backs, and they almost couldn't stand up. It took a long time for them to stand up straight.

After handling the crayfish, Chen Song took a look at the old turtle. This guy probably couldn't stand the little Yaoyao's prodding.

Xiao Yaoyao is also a good person, and now she is holding a branch and teasing the old turtle.

Seeing that she was having fun, Chen Song didn't intend to disturb her, and went to see the snails in the barrel.

Carefully taking out the sickle, Chen Song fiddled with the wooden barrel, the snails inside had spit out a lot of sand, and the water in the whole wooden barrel was turbid.

Chen Song took the snails out into another wooden barrel, poured out some muddy water from the original wooden barrel, and washed the wooden barrel.

Putting the sickle back again, Chen Song poured the snail back again and filled it with water.

"I should vomit again, that's about it."

The snails were fairly clean on the outside, and Wang Yao had scrubbed and washed them when she got them back.

"A Song, what are you going to do now?" Wang Yao rested for a while, seeing that it was almost time, she was going to make dinner.

"I'm going to get some basil. You can take care of dinner first. I'm going to eat again today." Chen Song chuckled.

"How can I not let you eat it?"

From the bottom of her heart, Wang Yao wanted Chen Song to stay at home all the time, eating and working. Doesn't this look like a family?
Thinking of this, Wang Yao's face instantly turned red. Fortunately, Chen Song didn't look at her now, so he didn't see this wonderful scenery.

When Chen Song went out of the yard, he found that the rain had stopped, but the soil on the ground was still wet and soft, and there was a muddy feeling when stepping on the ground.

Seeing a lot of smoke coming out of everyone's chimneys around, I know that everyone is preparing dinner.

Chen Song walked to the ancestral hall at the head of the village. There was a small river here, and it was sunny. There was a large piece of perilla leaves growing vigorously. This piece of perilla was wild, and someone lost some seeds. After no one harvested it, this piece of perilla grew rapidly, just like the dendrobium in the back mountain, and became a large piece.

This place is not anyone's land in the village, but it is actually the private plot of the village brigade, but no one cares about it, so it's just left idle.

Chen Song immediately went up to pick a lot.

Perilla is a good vegetable, and it is also a traditional Chinese medicine. In the countryside, it can be used as a substitute for ginger, and it is a good hand to remove fishy and cold.

"Song baby, what are you doing?"

Chen Song, who was squatting, turned his head and found that it was the old village chief who asked him.

"Hehe, third master, I'm going to pick some perilla leaves and stir-fry some snails to satisfy my hunger. You see that the perilla leaves are left alone and no one wants it, so I'll get some.".

Chen Song didn't want to cause too much trouble for Wang Yao, so he replied casually.

"Hmm... Son of a Song, you don't look like this, you pick so many perilla, how can you eat so many snails by yourself?" The old village chief seemed to have seen through Chen Song's lies, and looked at Chen Song with some meaning.

The old village chief pursed his lips and asked casually, but he was quite curious in his heart. Seeing that Chen Song didn't return, he asked again: "Son, I heard that you have been very close to Widow Wang recently?"

"Third Master, just tell me, what's the matter?" Chen Song stood up, and wiped off the rainwater from the perilla leaves on his body.

"You, you, don't blame the third master for talking too much. You are still a young man who is not married. It is better not to get so close to a widow. In the future, if you want to talk about getting married, if the other party knows that you and the widow are getting close, the relative will probably not be able to say so. "

The old village chief looked at Chen Song with deep eyes, as if he had come here.

Chen Song was silent for a moment, looked at the old village head, and shook his head slightly: "Third Lord, I know your kindness. Sister Wang Yao is going through such a difficult time. The village is still talking nonsense, and every family can gossip. I am a person who just doesn't like it, so I want to help. Not to mention, Sister Wang Yao saved my life. I can't be a person who does not repay her kindness, and I will be stabbed in the back!"

"You, you, you can do whatever you want to repay your kindness. You run to other people's houses every day. How can you do this? It's not good for their reputation, and it's not good for your reputation either!"

The old village chief hated Chen Song a little bit, so he said a few words, but seeing that Chen Song was still ignorant, he shut his mouth immediately, and didn't intend to say anything, and turned angrily back to the office of the ancestral hall brigade.

Chen Song quickly forgot what the old village chief said, and picked a lot of perilla to go back.

Wang Yao had already been waiting at home. When Chen Song came back, the meal was not cooked yet, but it was almost ready.

Chen Song washed the perilla leaves and went to look at the snails again.Sure enough, after a while, the snail spit out very little sand. Chen Song washed it again. After spending a pot of water, he found a pair of scissors and prepared to cut off the snail's butt.

Wang Yao continued to light the stove, and Chen Song cut the snails one by one.

When the rice was done, Chen Song also cut half of the snails, and the two changed positions, and Chen Song was going to make crayfish now.

More than 30 catties of crayfish, divided into two.

Prepared the dried chilies and garlic, Chen Song chopped the dried chilis with a kitchen knife in his big hand. After finishing, he slapped the garlic cloves vigorously. The sound of chopping and chopping was heard, and the garlic cloves quickly turned into minced garlic.

(End of this chapter)