Since that's the case, then he should relax a bit.
"I didn't see it anywhere."
"Are your eyes on the back of your head? Hurry up and grab them!"
The group caught several buckets of crayfish, and also a bucket of eels.
"Master, what should we do with all these things? Should we throw them away?"
They figured something that tasted so bad couldn't possibly be useful, and since it was a test, they figured they'd just pass it and then discard it.
Mo Yan looked at them like they were idiots. "You finally caught them and you want to throw them away? Are you stupid?"
Come back with me, I'll treat you to dinner later. Thank you for your help today.
By the time Mo Yan led them back, it was almost dark.
Mo Yan simply told them to put water and salt in the bucket to make them spit out the sand quickly. [I don't know if it's the right thing to do, but that's what I did.]
He then directed them to pick a lot of chili peppers, Sichuan peppercorns, scallions, garlic, and other things from the backyard.
Here, we need to thank this dynasty again for having all sorts of seasonings. [This is a fictional world; isn't it normal for a dynasty that has all the elements that time travelers have to have these things?]
Mo Yan asked the housekeeper to find them some clothes to change into before looking at them.
How are you feeling?
Mo Yan thought that these guys had probably never been this tired before; some of them had even been digging holes while lying on the edge of the field.
"We're fine."
Bi Ziyu's legs were trembling. "I'm a little tired."
"Yes, you'll all be helping with the wheat harvest tomorrow, along with the other villagers."
Her family owns a lot of land, so they must need to hire people. Wouldn't they be perfect for that?
"By the way, now that you're here, who's watching over your gambling den?"
She strongly suspected that their gambling den had closed down. It was actually quite small, and Bai Shouye was just scheming against the original owner of the body; otherwise, how could he have lost so much money?
Moreover, Bi Ziyu and the others were planning to return the silver, but Mo Yan refused.
They can't give it back; only by keeping it taken away can they remember how disgusting Bai Shouye is, right?
"We're closing down. We're planning to learn from an apprentice before we talk about the gambling den," Bi Ziyu said matter-of-factly. In fact, their gambling den hadn't made much money before, except for people like Bai Shouye who gave away money for free.
Mo Yan: "..."
Bai Yuansi: "..."
"Alright then, go and cook me some crayfish."
Mo Yan immediately found a brush and told them to quickly brush the crayfish and remove the shrimp veins.
Of course, they also handled the eels; how could a master and an old lady do it themselves?
Mo Yan then took charge of preparing various seasonings, because eating crayfish must be done with a sense of ritual.
It's illogical that there's only lard here, no rapeseed oil or tea oil.
Mo Yan felt she needed to travel around and see the world, at least to make sure she had enough to eat and wear.
They'd all finished preparing, and Mo Yan was already getting started. She'd deep-fried a lot of chili peppers, then fried the crayfish. She'd add scallions, ginger, garlic, a huge handful of chili peppers, Sichuan peppercorns, and finally a splash of wine.
It doesn't matter if the conditions are simple, but it's important to do it well. Finally, put water in.
Cover the pot, and the process becomes even simpler: just fry the eels into sections. Put the rest of the bucket in water, and let them breathe in the mud overnight.
Mo Yan used two pots to cook the two buckets of crayfish, and even used half a can of oil.
Add the potato strips when the water is almost gone.
After serving everything, Mo Yan felt the flavor wasn't quite right and decided to go to a traditional Chinese medicine shop, where they had a wide variety of seasonings.
But that was enough to amaze Bai Yuansi and Bi Ziyu, making them swallow hard.
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