But she did not rinse the fish afterwards. Instead, she put them in another pile of seasonings - these seasonings were not onions, ginger, and garlic, but spices such as pepper, aniseed, and dogwood.
Just like she did with onions, ginger and garlic just now, Su Qingluan not only coated the surface of the fish with spices, but also stuffed the fish stomachs with various spices after she gutted them.
"Xueyan, have you brought the Guanyin soil I asked you to get?" Su Qingluan saw that it was almost time and looked outside the kitchen.
"Sister, I'm here, I'm here!" The little girl Su Xueyan was holding a small, coarse porcelain basin filled with a sticky mixture that looked like a pot of Guanyin clay with an odd color. "Sister, do you want to eat this? But mother just told me that you can only eat it when you have nothing to eat and are almost starving to death."
Su Qingluan shook her head: "Sister doesn't eat it, she uses it for other purposes."
In fact, the so-called "Guanyin soil" is a kind of fine clay. Because it contains minerals, it tastes a bit salty.
This kind of clay is not toxic at all and will give you a noticeable feeling of fullness after eating it. Therefore, in many cases of famine, refugees will use this kind of clay to fill their stomachs because they really have nothing to eat.
But clay is still clay, even if it has a delicate taste, its essence remains unchanged. Although this kind of clay can provide a sense of fullness, it is not food after all. It can only deceive the stomach and intestines but cannot provide nutrition.
Worse still, this clay absorbs a lot of water, causing intestinal obstruction and ultimately death from abdominal distension. Furthermore, people who eat too much Guanyin clay die with tiny limbs and a large belly filled with mud.
But Su Qingluan didn't want to eat such a dangerous thing, but had other uses for it.
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