Spring is coming

Chapter 28
It's July, and it's unbelievably hot.

The rice has been cut one after another, and the yards you pass by are covered with golden grains.

One night in the middle of the year, everything in Mojia Village was quiet, and everyone was basically asleep.

In the middle of the night, there was a loud thunder.

It was raining heavily outside the window. Mo Jingchun was woken up and sat up. Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he got out of bed to look for water and heard the intermittent noise outside.

Many villagers were awakened by the rain. Then, without even having time to put on their shoes and clothes, they ran to the fields to grab the remaining rice. They were still cursing with their own family members, blaming them for being lazy during the day.

The remaining people were glad that their homes had been cleared early, so they sat in the house with the doors and windows closed and continued to sleep.

Mo Jingchun thought that with the help of Mo Ying and her family, Gao and Mo Qinglin had finished collecting the goods the day before yesterday.

The ears of rice have been bundled and piled in the barn. Fortunately, they haven't been threshed yet and taken out to dry, otherwise they would have been completely ruined by the rain.

She felt relieved and lay back on the bed again, falling asleep quickly with the sound of rain.

Ms. Zhou was woken up by someone banging on the window. She started to curse and slapped Mo Yuanlin, who was still snoring next to her, up: "It's raining, get up and cover the rice!"

Their rice was left to dry in the open space, and Mo Song was too lazy to confiscate it today.

Neither Zhou nor Mo Yuanlin knew, but Mo Tongming next door was passing by and saw no one was up in their house, so he kindly reminded them.

The rice was all wet and it was difficult to sweep. Zhou and Mo Yuanlin managed to cover the ground with an oilcloth. They were tired and sleepy after the trip and had to wait for the ground to dry before moving out to dry.

The rain didn't stop the next day, nor the third day.

Finally, on the fourth day, when all the villagers in Mojia Village held their hearts in their hearts, the sky cleared up.

When it rained the first night, most villagers did not suffer much damage because they harvested in time.

But there were also a few children like Mo Song who were lazy and the adults had no time to take care of them. They got wet with rice at night and were reminded by their neighbors to cover it first. Then they hurriedly took the wet rice to dry.

Although we started to rescue the wet rice as soon as the rain stopped, many of them have already begun to germinate due to the high temperatures in summer.

Mrs. Zhou was so anxious that she had a big blister on her mouth.

It rained heavily for three consecutive days, and the water in the river almost reached the shore. The muddy water surged, and many fish were washed down from the upper reaches.

The rain finally brought some coolness.

In the old village, there were many young men of fifteen or sixteen years old, carrying their family's fishing nets and squatting on the shore, salivating at the fish inside.

Mo Qinglin's friends in the village also came to call him at home, and they planned to work together to make a profit and go home to improve the food.

Mrs. Gao usually wouldn't let the two of them go to the waterside, but now that Mrs. Gao was not at home, he wanted to bribe Mo Jingchun to let her hide it from Mrs. Gao for him.

Mo Jingchun said quietly: "Uncle, how did you hide the fish you caught?"

"Uh." Mo Qinglin scratched his head and had an idea: "You give it to the eldest brother of the Bo family, and then say that his servants caught it! How about giving some to us?"

"Okay," Mo Jingchun knew that he couldn't stop him, so he had to change the conditions and take a step back to threaten, "Uncle, if you dare to go to the middle of the river, I won't help you hide it from grandma."

"If you don't go, don't go!" Mo Qinglin's accomplice Mo Ke came up and assured Mo Jingchun with a playful smile: "Don't worry, sister Chun'er, there are some brothers watching over you for your uncle, so you won't call him uncle." Don’t worry when you go to a place with deep water!”

Looking at the dark and lean group of "bamboo poles", Mo Jingchun thought to himself that he was worried because of you guys.

"Uncle, I will follow you." She hesitated again and followed them to the river with a small wooden bucket.

There were many people standing on the river bank. Some people had already lowered their nets and caught dozens of large and small fish in one net. Cheers broke out from the crowd from time to time.

The scene was really lively. Mo Qinglin and the others chose a place with few people. He turned around and took the bucket from Mo Jingchun, wiping the sweat off his head: "Chun'er, just wait under this tree. Right? There are many people by the river, so you’d better stay away from them."

Mo Jingchun nodded, glanced at the noisiest side, and said worriedly: "Uncle, don't be brave!" Mo Qinglin let out a sigh: "Watch your uncle bring you the biggest one! Let’s have grilled fish tonight.”

Mo Qingchun propped up his chin and squatted under the tree to watch them fishing from a distance.

Originally, there were few people in this place because the fish could not escape from below and were blocked by the adults above.

Several of Mo Qinglin's accomplices only caught a few small fish when they lowered their nets. Those who had worked so hard to catch them were reluctant to throw them away, and they didn't have any meat to eat. Mo Ke was so angry that he kicked a stone on the roadside.

The stone didn't move at all, and he howled in pain.

Mo Qinglin thought he was embarrassed, so he pushed him away and said domineeringly: "I'll do it!"

I don't know whether to say he was lucky or something, but the mud they built upstream to block the fish happened to leak. Some big fish swam down the hole and fell into Mo Qinglin's net.

This bag is enough for them to share a meal.

But Mo Qinglin was still not satisfied. He tried a few more times and caught a total of eleven large ones and dozens of small ones.

Several people squatted on the grass to share the spoils. Mo Qinglin, as the main force, got three big fish and all the small fish.

He handed the bucket to Mo Jingchun to show off the trophies. Mo Jingchun's eyes widened with laughter and he gave him several thumbs up.

She released some of the fry that were too small, and then carried the rest to Bo's house.

She was carrying such a big bucket, and Bo Qingshan couldn't help but look sideways: "What are you doing here?"

"Fishing, there are many big fish washed down from the upper reaches, and the villagers are all setting nets by the river!" Her face was flushed from walking all the way, and her eyes were filled with joy.

I'm really happy to have fish to eat today.

"So this is specially brought to me?"

Bo Qingshan thought so shamelessly.

"Brother Bo, can you let me borrow your kitchen so that I can deliver it to my uncle?"

She averted her eyes guiltily.

People have helped me so much, and I have caught a few fish and brought them to others, but in the end, they are not for others.

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Okay, Bo Qingshan was so angry that he laughed. It seemed that he was being sentimental, and he was just here to borrow the kitchen.

"Go ahead." He rubbed his brows and let this heartless little guy go.

Mo Jingchun came to the kitchen.

Mo Qinglin wanted to eat grilled fish, so he would use three big fish for grilling. Each of Bo Qingshan, Mo Qinglin and the Liu family would give one to them.

These small fish are not good for meat, so they are fried into crispy dried fish for snacks or made into pickled fish for Bo Qingshan and Mo Tongming to drink.

After making the plan, Mo Jingchun slaughtered the fish, scaled it, and scratched the surface with a flower knife, so that after the skin and flesh were opened, it would be easier to roast and absorb the flavor.

Then put it on a plate and marinate it with wine for a while to remove the fishy smell.

When it was time to pickle fish, she went outside to find some branches suitable for grilling fish, cut off the thorns and leaves, stuck one end on the fish, and then used the extra branches to build a rack for grilling the fish.

Turn on the heat and flip the fish occasionally to allow the whole fish to heat evenly to avoid burning.

The seasoning only uses chili powder, cumin powder and salt to add flavor and restore the original taste of grilled fish in the countryside.

(End of this chapter)