How much are these loaches worth? They're everywhere in the river. The villagers don't usually catch them for food. They might catch some if they're really out of rice.
The main problem is that everyone's cooking didn't taste very good; it had a strong fishy smell, so no one bothered to cook it anymore.
Therefore, in rural areas, fresh loach is really not worth much.
It would be better to give some tangible compensation, such as rice. Five pounds of rice would be enough for an elderly person and an adult to eat for half a month.
Ye Wanying responded:
"I understand, I'll go take a look first."
The little dumpling originally wanted to go along, but clung desperately to his mother's leg and wouldn't let go:
"I want to go, I want to go, I want to go..."
"It's cold outside, and Mom will be back soon. You can stay home and play with your brother Xiao Jiu, okay?"
"No, no, no! Tuanzi wants to stay with Mama, otherwise Tuanzi won't let Mama leave."
Where did they learn this shameless and shameless behavior from?
A small pendant was clinging desperately to her leg, leaving Ye Wanying with no choice:
"Okay, I'll take you there, okay?" He was utterly helpless.
The little boy then released his hand from his mother's lap, satisfied, and took Ye Wanying's hand instead:
"Mommy, let's go!"
hehe.
Sangen's house is not far from Ye's house. Ye's house is almost at the end of the village, while Sangen's house is even more remote, almost a single household living in an old house.
When Ye Wanying and her son arrived, the mute boy, who was only a teenager, was preparing pig feed. When he saw the mother and son standing at the door, he put down the pig feed and went over.
Because they can't speak, they can only use gestures.
Ye Wanying also figured out a few meanings by guessing:
"We're not here for any other reason than to ask if you still have any loaches?"
Sangen could hear the sound and nodded quickly. Then he ran into the kitchen next door and came out carrying a bucket. This bucket contained several times more loaches than the ones he had brought to the Ye family before.
Ye Wanying's eyes immediately lit up:
"Can you sell me all of these?"
San Gen seemed suspicious for a moment, then nodded and gestured something.
Ye Wanying didn't understand until she paid. She realized that the three loaches were a way of refusing to pay, and that the three loaches were being given away for free.
Uh, I really can't bring myself to do that.
Ye Wanying glanced at Sangen's house again, seemed to have thought of something, smiled at Sangen, and then carried the bucket back home.
Not long after, only one of Old Master Gu's bodyguards remained at home; the rest all went to San Gen's house with their hands full of things.
New cotton quilts, blankets, pillows, and some rice, flour, and oil. I just noticed that the three stoves were ice cold, obviously because they weren't burning coal. They were burning firewood, and finding firewood every day would be a hassle.
Ye Wanying took out half of the matchmakers from her home, about a hundred in total, and the bodyguards carried them over on wooden planks.
This small contribution is just a small token of our appreciation, but it's enough to make Sangen and his grandmother have a more comfortable New Year.
It would be better to go up the mountain to find firewood when the weather gets warmer.
In the courtyard, Ye Wanying, Gao Dan, and Ye's mother squatted around a bucket of water. Each of them held a small knife and caught a loach. They would slash it open, rip out its gills and intestines, and then throw it into another large basin filled with salt water.
The little guy didn't dare to look and obediently followed Xiao Jiu in the room to write.
Just then, Ye Lao Er, having taken a nap, comfortably emerged from his room and immediately spotted his grand-nephew:
"What are those two little radishes doing?"
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