Spring is coming

Chapter 29 Fried fish and grilled fish
Next we have to deal with these small palm-sized crucian carp.

At first, Mo Jingchun thought it would be better to make pickled fish cubes, which could be stored for a longer period of time and occasionally eaten as porridge.

But after seeing that almost all of them were crucian carp, I gave up the idea.

There is nothing to be gained by pricking a person with many thorns.

Simply make them all into crispy fried fish, which is fragrant and crispy, and the bones are fried without fear of getting stuck in the throat.

She prepared a wooden basin that could hold dozens of small fish, cut some shredded ginger and put it in it, poured in white wine, cut several knives on both sides of all the fish, and marinated them in the large basin.

Apply a layer of starch to the marinated fish, then heat the oil in a pan.

You need more oil to fry the fish, and you have to wait until the oil is hot enough before putting it into the pot. Mo Jingchun used a spatula to carefully lower the starch-coated fish into the pot one by one.

Do not flip the fried fish when it is first placed in the pan. At this time, there is too much moisture and it will easily fall apart when flipped. You have to wait until one side is golden brown before flipping.

During this time, she shuttled back and forth in the kitchen, going out from time to time to look at the grilled fish on the floor, and then immediately coming back to pay attention to the small fish in the pot. She was so busy that she was sweating, and finally finished frying all the fish, and the grilled fish was also alright.

He divided a portion and gave it to Bo Qingshan. Bo Qingshan looked flattered: "Why, you still have my share?"

Mo Jingchun watched him acting speechlessly.

"Okay, let's play."

Bo Qingshan glanced at the fish on the plate and was wrapped in a branch, and he didn't know what this girl's skills were. Every time she made something, it smelled delicious.

Mo Jingchun borrowed a larger food box from his house, and first went to Mo Tongming's house.

Mrs. Liu was surprised and happy: "Ah, Chun'er? Did you go down to the river to fish today? You won't dare to do it next time!"

Mo Jingchun quickly explained: "It's not me, Aunt Ming."

She thought for a moment that Mo Qinglin asked her to hide it for him, so she threw the blame on Bo Qingshan: "It was Brother Bo. His boy went down to the river to fish for me. I caught a few more fish, I think. I’ll give you and Uncle Ming some to try too.”

Mrs. Liu breathed a sigh of relief, narrowed her eyes and smiled: "That's good, why do you have such a heart! Auntie doesn't want to eat for free, so she asked your uncle to put a basket for you to take away."

Mo Tongming also said cheerfully: "Girl, get it!"

A basket full of eggs was stuffed conveniently, and Mo Jingchun had a little difficulty getting it.

Back home, Mrs. Gao was also taking out the rice from the barn to dry, spreading it all over the yard in a bright yellow color.

It should be said that this year's harvest is better than last year. The average yield per mu in Mo Jingchun's family is about one stone and a half, and the same level is almost the same in Mojia Village.

"Mom, Chun'er made fish, let's eat some together!"

Mo Qinglin's eyes lit up when he saw her coming in. He immediately jumped up and pulled Mr. Gao towards the house.

"What are you doing in such a hurry! Oh, wait until I spread this place! Enemies!"

Mr. Gao was given a headache by his troubles, and after a lot of noise, he still couldn't win over the two little ones.

"Why did you take so many eggs again? Chun'er, it's not good to always eat other people's eggs for nothing." Mrs. Gao frowned and was about to send the eggs back to Mrs. Liu worriedly.

"No, grandma, I also sent a big fish and a dozen small fish to Aunt Ming." Mo Jingchun explained, she would be embarrassed if it was for nothing.

"That's good."

Mrs. Gao sat down with peace of mind, but felt something was wrong, and said sternly: "Where did so many fish come from? Did you two secretly go to the water's edge?"

"No, no!"

Mo Qinglin had just picked up a chopstick of fish meat and was stuffing it into his mouth. Hearing this, he stammered and waved his hands in denial.

Under Gao's majesty, his eyes wandered around guiltily, and his denials were all pale and feeble.

"Grandma, it's the fish caught by Hang Sheng."

Even Mo Jingchun was much calmer than him.But Gao still saw through at a glance that the two were lying.

She glanced at the fish on the table, and then acted as if she didn't notice it: "If it's not there, it's not there. Why are you shaking it? Hurry up and eat."

Mo Qinglin breathed a sigh of relief, looked at each other with Mo Jingchun, and patted his chest exaggeratedly, thinking that the matter would just be smoothed over.

Who knew that after the meal, when Mo Qinglin was happily preparing to leave the table, Mr. Gao asked them with a stern face: "Are you full?"

Both of them nodded obediently.

"When I was full, I went to turn over the grain. Then Chun'er went to wash the clothes and take out the bedding to dry. Qinglin went to fetch water and fill up the water tank at home. The sickle had to be sharpened when it was dull. "

"Ah? So many things have to be done this afternoon! Mom, do you want to exhaust us both to death?!"

Mo Qinglin's eyes widened.

He has finally finished his farm work and can't he rest for two days?

She said calmly: "Don't be lazy, think about why I asked you to do this."

After saying that, she lay down at the head of the room and took a nap, leaving the Mo family's uncle and nephew behind silently.

Mo Jingchun knew that this was a lie and had been discovered. She was an accomplice in protecting Mo Qinglin, and Gao was punishing them both!
Mo Qinglin was still sighing, and he didn't know what made Mrs. Gao angry: "Chun'er, do you think Mom was angry because she didn't eat the last fried fish? She felt that we were unfilial to her?"

Mo Jingchun looked at him as if he were a fool, and suddenly sighed and said, "Uncle, you must find a smarter wife in the future."

"why?"

Speaking of finding a wife, Mo Qinglin's face turned red: "I, I'm still young."

Mo Jingchun couldn't help but shook his head and sighed.

Gao's cold voice came through the door: "If you can't finish these tasks, don't eat tonight."

Oops!

Mo Qinglin's expression changed and he immediately took Mo Jingchun to spread the rice.

The two were busy all afternoon, with Mo Jingchun washing and hanging clothes and Mo Qinglin carrying water.

Finally seeing that the water tank was almost full before the last trip, Mo Qinglin picked up the empty bucket, turned around and walked out.

Mo Jingchun took out several people's beddings to dry them.

In addition to the clothes that the three people who washed in the afternoon had saved up for several days, the Mo family courtyard was suddenly full, and even two people had to walk in tandem to pass.

Gao was quite satisfied and patted her back: "Do you know why Nai asked you to do this? Are you tired?"

Mo Jingchun said with an extremely well-behaved face: "I understand, grandma, Chun'er shouldn't help my uncle lie without telling you."

"The river is dangerous. Those who go fishing are adults. You are not high in the water yet. What if you choke on the water? If you really want to eat fish next time, just tell Nai that she can buy one from someone else's house. ”

Mrs. Gao was very pleased to see that she was obedient, so she softened her voice and tried to reason with her.

"Well, grandma, Chun'er will definitely stop my uncle in the future!"

She nodded earnestly.

Mr. Gao had enough sleep, stretched out and said, "I've been sleeping for half the afternoon and I feel sore from sleep. I'm going to talk to your grandma."

Mrs. Gao went to Mo Ying's grandmother, Youshi, and learned how to make knots from her. The knots were sold in shops in the town for five cents each.

During her spare time, she planned to do some handicrafts to support her family.

(End of this chapter)