Pan the Mute would often deliver things under the cover of night, such as frogs or fish. Usually, it would be a pound or two, or at most two or three pounds.
There are so many today.
"Big sister, make a dragon-shaped dish, make a dragon-shaped dish to eat!"
Shang Tao excitedly threw down the knife and grabbed a large yellow eel, weighing about four or five ounces.
Yang Wanwan didn't really like eating eels, always thinking they looked like snakes. Plus, they were slippery, which made her a little scared. So she had never considered bringing out eels or loaches from her spatial storage.
Since Pan the Mute has brought it, there's no need to waste it; let's cook it and eat it.
However, we can't eat all of it. We'll eat some, sell some, and give the money to Pan the mute.
When Er Ye saw such a large eel, she hesitated to go forward. "Shang Tao, you cut it open. Neither my sister nor I dare to."
Shang Tao continued dissecting with a grin, "I'll dissect it myself, but you guys have to do it."
That's natural.
Everyone was busy, some cleaning, some washing, and some tending the fire.
While she was busy, Yang Wanwan realized that she was out of chili peppers at home, so she turned around and went to the edge of the field to pick some.
It was already late, but people could still be seen clearly.
Yang Wanwan picked some chili peppers and then went to call Pan the mute to her house for dinner.
Anyway, Pan the Mute doesn't come home for meals, and no one at his house is waiting for him. No one will come to the paddy fields to call him back for dinner. At most, there will be some plain rice left in the pot, and as for vegetables, there will only be pickled vegetables.
Therefore, Pan the Mute often returned home late at night, when his family was already fast asleep. Or the whole family would be gathered together watching television, engrossed in the show.
It was precisely because he discovered this pattern that Shang Tao would often go to the fields to call Pan the Mute to his home for dinner.
They stop barking during the day because people will see them.
Yang Wanwan did not see Pan the Mute in the paddy field of Pan's house.
"Yiming!"
Yang Wanwan tried calling out a few times, but received no response.
"Yiming!"
Yang Wanwan raised her voice again, and then she heard a voice coming from another paddy field not far away: "Wanwan, I'm here."
After a while, Yang Wanwan saw a person walking in the darkness, carrying a bucket in one hand and holding an unidentified object in the other. "Wanwan, I'm catching eels."
Yang Wanwan couldn't quite see what the thing was, but she could tell at a glance that it was made of wire and bamboo, and it should be a tool that Pan the Mute made himself.
Seeing Yang Wanwan examining the object, Pan the Mute explained, "This is something I invented. It's incredibly fast at catching loaches and mudskippers."
Yang Wanwan casually asked, "How many can you catch?"
“I released two, and in one day I caught Shang Tao and took those back. I just went to collect them, and look, there are several more pounds of them.”
In the darkness, it was hard to see what was inside the bucket, but it probably weighed no less than two or three pounds.
We've gained quite a lot.
Eels and loaches are more expensive than small fish and shrimp.
"When I go to the market the day after tomorrow, I'll help you sell them, okay?"
"Eat first, and we'll sell the rest if you can't finish them."
"Alright. Let's go. Is there anything else I can help you with?"
"That's all. Oh, right, I also caught a turtle. Don't sell it this time, cook it and eat it."
"...Turtles are hard to catch, how did you catch it?"
"After studying the turtles' habits, well, they're easy to catch. It doesn't take much time. The same goes for eels, loaches, and frogs; once you understand their habits, catching them is simple. However, there are too many people catching them now, so there aren't many left to catch."
That's really clever.
The two chatted as they walked toward Yang Wanwan's house.
Halfway there, Pan the mute said, "Wanwan, I'm covered in mud. I'll go wash myself by the pond before I come back."
"It's already dark, what are you doing going to the pond? It's too dangerous! There's enough water in my well for you to wash in, hurry up and go."
In the darkness, Pan the Mute followed behind Yang Wanwan, his steps light and his lips curved in a smile.
A delicious aroma wafted from Yang Wanwan's kitchen.
Stir-fried eel shreds, with a fresh and spicy flavor.
Even Yang Wanwan, who doesn't like eels, ate quite a bit of this traditional local dish.
Shang Tao ate with his mouth full of oil.
As Pan the Mute ate the spicy and delicious Panlong, he thought of the eel he had roasted in the field. The taste was like heaven and earth.
He needs to study the technology more and cook more delicious food for Wanwan.
The next day, the rice was dried and stored in the granary.
After the three siblings finished their autumn harvest, it was already Friday. Yang Wanwan sent her younger brother and sister to school, while she continued to take leave to pick camellia fruits in the camellia oleifera forest a few miles away.
After the tea fruit is dried and peeled, the tea seeds inside are dried and pressed for oil, which is tea oil. Tea oil is a completely wild plant oil with excellent nutritional value, and it is often given as a valuable gift to relatives and friends.
Picking ten catties of camellia fruit earns five cents, one hundred catties earns five yuan. With the camellia harvest underway, women and children from the surrounding area flocked to pick them, everyone afraid of being too slow, it was like a scramble.
The next day, Saturday, all three siblings pitched in.
The siblings worked quickly and efficiently, picking 300 jin (150 kg) of fruit in one morning. After weighing it, they received their money and sat under the shade of a tree to drink water and eat lunch.
The rice was served in one bowl, the vegetables in another, and three pairs of bowls and chopsticks were also provided.
All the vegetables were dried, because the weather was still quite hot, and soups and vegetables were afraid they would spoil and were inconvenient to carry.
The preserved vegetables, dried small fish and shrimp were steamed thoroughly with fermented black beans, and an egg was stir-fried with pickled cowpeas and red chili peppers. The colors were very vibrant, and although it was completely cold, it still tasted great.
The three siblings divided the food and ate it with cold water.
The autumn sky is clear and blue, with golden leaves, fiery red maple leaves, emerald green bamboo, and babbling brooks all complementing each other, creating a picturesque scene that is truly delightful.
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