There is also a type of sea bass, but it only appears where seawater and freshwater meet. It has a large mouth, fine scales, and four gills, which are considered unattractive by the merfolk.
The fishmonger also referred to mandarin fish as having a long, flat, round body, a pointed head, and a large mouth, making it look even uglier than a perch.
These two types of fish sell well and are expensive, firstly because they are highly nutritious and taste good, and secondly because they have few bones, making them less likely to cause children to choke.
Chunhua looked disgusted, but in order to try something new, she still insisted that Zheng Lanxiang buy the fish.
Zheng Lanxiang: "......"
Staring intently at the fishmonger and his daughter, he reluctantly bought two fish, spending 180 mission points.
Zheng Lanxiang felt sorry for her.
After that, he bought a few vegetables and hurriedly headed back, afraid that the woman might take a fancy to something else and empty her savings.
After returning home, Chunhua stared at the fish in Zheng Lanxiang's hand: "Let's cook one, I'm hungry."
Zheng Lanxiang steamed a mandarin fish, and after about ten minutes, she took it off the steamer, poured hot oil over it, and served it on the table. Watching her daughter eat with relish, Zheng Lanxiang quietly went upstairs and knocked on her daughter's bedroom door.
Jiang Shuyin jumped out of bed, leaned against the door frame, and looked puzzled.
Zheng Lanxiang explained the situation, and Jiang Shuyin smiled and said, "I'll transfer the money to you again. If she wants to buy food, just buy it for her. Find someone to cook for her too, so you don't have to work yourself out. Her family will give you the money."
The high priest still cared about her, and before leaving, he pulled her aside and said, "As long as she's alright, whatever you want, I'll give it to you privately."
This deal is a win-win situation no matter how you calculate it.
After resting for three days, Jiang Shuyin couldn't stay in bed any longer; she was afraid she would get bedsores if she lay down any longer.
Going to work was out of the question, and Jiang Shuyin didn't want to go far away for the time being. It just so happened that her second aunt's fruit trees were about to be harvested, and picking fruit would be a fun activity, so she called everyone to go to the countryside.
The fruit trees are planted on the mountain, and the project is contracted out to foreign investors, local residents, and the village collective. The income is split 30/30 or 40/40. The government helps foreign investors purchase 30% of the shares, local residents receive 30% for production and management, and the village collective receives 40% as a contract fee.
In order to save up for his daughter's dowry, Zhong Dazhuang treated the fruit trees like his own grandchildren, and he would take a flashlight to walk around the mountain before going to bed at night.
This time, the fruit finally ripened, and seeing that the fruit was big, juicy, and sweet, I couldn't stop smiling.
The drivers who came to pick up goods parked their trucks all over the road, so the trucks that Jiang Shu led could only park on the yellow mud and walk over.
The mountain was full of temporary workers wearing aprons. Zhong Dazhuang was reluctant to hire them at first, but later he heard that the fruit was more expensive the earlier it was put on the market, and the price would be different when all the fruit was ripe. So he hired people.
Jiang Shuyin also came to help, immersing herself in the picking. Zheng Meixiang even stuffed several into her pocket, the kind that anyone with eyes could see. Jiang Shuyin's face flushed. She looked around and saw that many people were doing the same thing. She picked a ripe plum, wiped it clean with her clothes, and took a bite.
Hiss~
This sour and tingling sensation made half my face numb.
Zheng Meixiang laughed so hard she bent over: "These plums are meant to be sour, so sour they make your mouth water, that's what makes them so delicious."
Jiang Shuyin gave a thumbs up.
Zheng Lanxiang and Xiao Youliang simply worked, each carrying a basket, and filled the bottom of the baskets in just a short while.
Zhong Ping and Zhong An, brother and sister, were both busy with other things. Zhong Ping went to the market with the convoy, while Zhong An had taken an accounting class and was helping with the accounting for the village collective this time.
Jiang Shuyin knew that her second aunt had a lot of things to do and that her aunt wanted to show her appreciation before coming to entertain her. Not wanting to trouble her, she said, "Second aunt, go do what you need to do. We're not strangers, so please be casual with me."
Zheng Meixiang smiled, her wrinkles deepening, and then she responded and ran down the mountain.
Jiang Shuyin waited for her to turn around, then handed a plum to Xie Yin to see his reaction.
Unfortunately, Xie Yin has no sense of taste, so he naturally wouldn't react.
Jiang Shu got bored after picking the flowers for a while, then suddenly remembered Chunhua and turned to Xie Yin to ask, "What is she doing?"
Xie Yin searched for a moment, then looked towards the riverbank: "Upstream."
Walking against the flow of the river, in a lush thicket of reeds, Chunhua lay in the water, swaying her large tail, while small fish at the bottom of the river gently nibbled at her.
Jiang Shuyin quickly looked around to make sure no one was there before she relaxed and asked, "What are you doing?"
Chunhua glanced at her indifferently and continued playing in the water by herself.
Jiang Shuyin suddenly felt a terrible headache. She really should have stayed with the commander and gotten rid of this huge burden.
Seeing her facepalm, Chunhua stood up, walked ashore, put on her pants, picked up a few fish from the ground, and headed back.
Jiang Shuyin: "......" Pretty arrogant.
After a morning of picking plums, Zheng Lanxiang and Xiao Youliang put down their baskets and sat on the old wooden table, panting heavily. They drank half a pot of cold tea in one go.
"I'm really getting old. When I was a girl at home, I had to get up before dawn to go out and gather pig feed, cook for the pigs, cook for the family, collect firewood, wash clothes, and clean. I was busy all day long. Now that life is better, I miss those days." Zheng Lanxiang gazed at the mountain in a daze.
Xiao Youliang hadn't experienced these things: "When I was a child, I would play around with the villagers. Occasionally, when I came back from collecting firewood, my mother would praise me. Later, when I joined the army, it was really tough. Even gritting my teeth didn't help. Our instructor said that you had to have faith to get through it."
At noon, when they arrived at the restaurant, Zheng Meixiang had to provide meals for the temporary workers. She drove her tricycle from home to bring over the rice buckets to serve the food, and Zheng Lanxiang helped her.
Only after we're done with our work can we eat together.
Zheng Meixiang asked, "Where is my niece?"
Zheng Lanxiang said, "She caught some fish with her friend by the river and borrowed the stove to cook them. We shouldn't expect to eat them. She's never cooked before and doesn't even know how to gut fish. The fish she cooked will probably taste bitter."
The words came true.
Jiang Shuyin would rather go hungry than eat.
Chunhua swallowed it in one gulp without any change in expression, which moved Jiang Shuyin a little.
My aunt's house was contracted by a contractor in the village. There was no shared area, and the house was a full 200 square meters. Zheng Meixiang specially set aside three bedrooms, which was just enough for them to live in.
After finishing their work in the evening, Zheng Meixiang and Zheng Lanxiang, sisters, cooked a few delicious dishes together, and the two families chatted.
Zhong Dazhuang first toasted his new brother-in-law, then raised his glass to Xie Yin and Jiang Shu. He wasn't good at saying nice things, but his cheeks were rosy and he looked much better than when he had just returned from the southern base.
Jiang Shuyin led Xie Yin and her second aunt's husband to clink glasses and drink in one gulp.
The wine in the glass wasn't baijiu (Chinese liquor), as we have to work tomorrow; it was fruit wine that Zhong An bought from outside, and it wouldn't make us drunk.
After a few rounds of drinks, Zhong An said helplessly, "Sister, who is this person? We've been talking and chatting, and she's almost finished all the food."
Jiang Shu looked closely and thought to herself: Good heavens.
The fish was eaten so thoroughly that not even the bones were left. If it weren't for half a fish head remaining, no one would know what was originally on the plate.
"Chunhua, that's enough."
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