After Yang Wanwan sprinkled some scallions into the fish soup, Er Ye and Shang Tao walked in one after the other.
"Big sister! It smells so good!"
Shang Tao ran to the stove, his mouth watering as he looked at the fish and shrimp in the pot. Fish and shrimp were Shang Tao's favorite foods.
"The rice is served."
Yang Wanwan directed her younger siblings to clear the table and serve the food, while she herself ladled out three large bowls of delicious fish and shrimp soup and placed them on the table.
"Big sister, where did you get this?"
Shang Tao ate the delicious small fish and shrimp, and drank a sip of the spicy fish soup, feeling extremely satisfied.
Yang Wanwan lied without batting an eye: "I was lucky, I just happened to see it in a puddle."
Er Ye buried her head in her food; she loved wild seafood the most, finding it fresh, sweet, and not fishy at all.
The three siblings finished two bowls of fish, leaving one bowl for dinner and the other for Pan the Mute.
Seeing that there were still a few crabs in the basin, Shang Tao's face flushed as he teased them. "Big sister, let's try our luck again this afternoon. These few crabs aren't enough for one meal, let's catch some more."
Yang Wanwan thought this was a good idea.
One must not let anyone know about their special abilities, so some concealment is necessary.
"How about this, Grandma has a kite, you can go borrow it and we can use it to fly the kite and catch some fish and shrimp. As for crabs, we can look for them by turning over the rocks."
Er Ye and Shang Tao happily went to borrow the zither.
Seeing her younger siblings' innocent and adorable appearance, Yang Wanwan felt both happy and worried.
The good news is that they remain cheerful and optimistic.
The worrying thing is that the crisis is now everywhere.
I can stay in the village for almost another year, and hopefully I can resolve things within that year.
Yang Wanwan kept comforting herself.
She has never acted particularly somber these days, as that would make her younger siblings feel insecure.
The kite was made by Grandma Yang from a mosquito net. She selected a good piece from the tattered mosquito net, cut it into a square, tied the four corners with rope, and hung it on two bamboo strips. Finally, she hung a long rope at the intersection of the two bamboo strips and then hung the long rope on a bamboo pole.
To use it, place some bait in the middle of the mosquito net, then lift the bamboo pole and lower the net into deep water. After a short while, slowly lift the net with the bamboo pole, and you will see some small fish and shrimp caught in the middle of the net.
Yang Wanwan plans to trap the fish and shrimp directly in the mosquito net from her spatial dimension, which will result in a much more abundant harvest.
Sure enough, when they released six kites into the calm, deep water, they were able to collect more than two pounds of small fish and shrimp at a time, which delighted Er Ye and Shang Tao.
Looking at the fish and shrimp swimming in the bucket, the three of them started discussing it amongst themselves.
"Go back and make a few more kites, so we can fly them anytime."
"There are so many fish and shrimp here, I'll definitely come back tomorrow."
"If we dry these and sell them, they'll definitely sell well."
Futaba rattled off the names of seven or eight ponds in one breath, preparing to fly kites in those ponds.
Most pond owners don't interfere with kite flying, because kites can only catch small fish and shrimp, not the fish that the pond owner raises.
But some people are unwilling.
The reason for releasing them into ponds instead of reservoirs is that reservoirs are too deep and dangerous. If you were to release them, you could only do so in the shallow waters of a reservoir.
While the three were discussing, they caught more than a dozen crabs, and Shang Tao couldn't resist going to collect them a second time. This time, he caught more than a pound of crabs.
As dusk fell, the croaking of frogs filled the air. The three siblings walked along the stream for several kilometers, collecting more than thirty kilograms of small fish and shrimp, and also discussed what to do the next day and beyond.
Most people only harvest two or three kilograms, so this harvest of over thirty kilograms is an incredible find.
This was only the result of Yang Wanwan's best efforts to control it.
Yang Wanwan thinks that catching and selling fish and shrimp is a good option right now.
When I got home, I put the fish and shrimp in water to keep them alive.
The next day, around 5 a.m., the three of them picked out the dead fish and shrimp, then baked them in a pot to make dried fish, which they usually steamed with fermented black beans and ate with rice.
At this moment, Butcher Zhang, carrying his pig-slaughtering tools, arrived at the door with two men.
These two men were brought by Butcher Zhang to help catch the pigs.
Because Yang Wanwan said that there were no male laborers in her family.
Grandpa Yang and Grandma Yang knew that Yang Wanwan was going to slaughter a pig, so they came to their house early in the morning to help.
As the fat pig's pitiful screams grew weaker, Grandma Yang's wooden basin filled with a large amount of pig's blood.
She brought the pig's blood to the kitchen and said happily, "The water and salt are just right, it will solidify in a little while."
Once the pig's blood has formed a block, it can be cut into small pieces and poached. Since it comes from a pig raised on our own, the pig's blood doesn't have a strong fishy smell and tastes delicious when poached.
Yang Wanwan only prepared half of the pig's blood clots; the other half was still liquid, which she planned to use to make blood sausage.
Er Ye and Shang Tao carried buckets of hot water out, and Butcher Zhang washed the pig. The pig was placed on a large cutting board, and villagers came in twos and threes to buy meat.
Grandpa Yang greeted many people yesterday, so quite a few people came today.
Butcher Zhang cut some pig liver, pork, and pig intestines for Er Ye. Er Ye and Shang Tao washed and chopped the meat, and started making the "pig-killing feast".
Yang Wanwan didn't care about anything in the kitchen; she stayed by the cutting board helping sell pork, collect money, and hand out things.
Yang Wanwan kept the remaining pig's head, intestines, and trotters, intending to make them into braised dishes to sell. Besides these, there were still dozens of kilograms of pork left.
Most families will inform their neighbors about a week in advance before slaughtering a pig, so that many people will come to buy the meat and it will sell out. After all, you only make money when you sell meat.
At that time, most people were not well-off, so they were willing to sell their meat for money, keeping as little as possible for themselves.
She originally planned to keep some to make braised meat, so she only told the villagers yesterday, which is why there is so much left.
Er Ye and Shang Tao brought the dishes to the table: double portions of pork liver and small intestine, stir-fried pork with chili peppers, and pork blood and pork belly, plus two kinds of vegetables and tofu, making for a large table full of food.
The pork was fresh and tender, and everything was made from natural, high-quality ingredients. It was fresh and delicious no matter how it was cooked, so Grandpa Yang and Grandma Yang, along with Butcher Zhang and his group, enjoyed the meal immensely.
While they were eating, Er Ye, Shang Tao, and Yang Wanwan were tidying up the yard, sweeping away the pig blood and other filth.
After finishing their meal, Butcher Zhang and the others said goodbye. The siblings cleaned up the yard and then sat down at the table to eat the leftover food that had been served separately.
The portions are small, but the taste is just as delicious.
The pigs raised at this time ate their own grains and wild vegetables, and the pork tasted very good.
Yang Wanwan called Shang Tao over, "Shang Tao, go and see what Pan Yiming is doing."
Upon receiving the order, Shang Tao ran out and soon brought Pan the mute back.
Shang Tao said, "Pan Yiming's parents and younger siblings went to his maternal grandmother's house."
It means that nobody cares about Pan the Mute, so Pan the Mute is free to go wherever he wants.
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