Chapter 194 Rice Fish
"It can't be wasted. I took it all back."
"Then we should mix it tomorrow when we have time. We've already delayed it for a day or two... Even though it's cold, it will go bad, and that might affect the fermentation process."
"Okay, let's get started tomorrow."
Lu Miao felt relieved after hearing this. He turned off the kerosene lamp and finally went to bed obediently.
The next morning, Fu Jingyou followed his instructions and brought oil cakes and bean dregs from He's house, and He Hongjin followed suit to deliver rice husks.
The weather was too cold. The fried cakes were fine, but the bean dregs were not. They were a little frozen and it took a while to break them open with a shovel.
While Fu Jingyou and He Hongjin were busy, Lu Miao put his hands in his pockets and gave orders from the side.
She has fair skin, and her face turns red instantly when the cold wind blows.
He Hongjin would tilt his head and look at her from time to time.
He Hongjin couldn't persuade Lu Miao, so he secretly used the shovel to hit Fu Jingyou and whispered:
"You told your wife to go inside. Why is she standing here? Isn't she cold? Isn't she pregnant and feeling uncomfortable?"
Fu Jingyou had wanted to say it a long time ago, but Lu Miao refused.
And there is a very serious problem.
"Uncle, I don't know how to make compost either. I need her to oversee it."
"What? You sleep in the same bed with your wife every day. Everyone else has learned it, but you haven't?"
He Hongjin was stunned and a little angry.
"What do you do for a living?!"
“…”
Fu Jingyou felt embarrassed.
How can he have time normally?
Besides, who would talk about this in bed at night?
Fu Jingyou buried his head and vigorously beat the bean dregs apart:
"Uncle, let's do it quickly!"
“…”
Seeing that he was gradually becoming like Lu Miao, as indifferent as a dead pig, He Hongjin glared at the young couple one by one with snorts in his nose.
As Fu Jingyou said, Lu Miao has never been afraid of anyone.
Seeing He Hongjin glaring at him, Lu Miao frowned unhappily:
"Uncle, why are you glaring at me? I didn't cause any trouble today!"
“…”
He Hongjin glared at her again with a sidelong glance, then lowered his head to work and no longer looked at her.
Lu Miao was puzzled and pouted.
Fu Jingyou laughed and waved at her, "The bean dregs have been broken up. What should we do next?"
"To make compost, you need to shovel away the snow on the ground. You need about three shovels of oil cakes, one shovel of bean dregs, and one shovel of rice husks."
Lu Miao thought for a moment and added:
"This can't be done like normal composting, layer by layer, it has to be mixed thoroughly..."
"It can't be too wet. You have to see how it looks after mixing it thoroughly before considering what to add."
Fu Jingyou uttered an "Ah" and, as Lu Miao had said, used firewood and straw to raise the bottom floor a little higher.
Afterwards, together with He Hongjin, we created another clean area on one side and added materials one shovel at a time according to the ratio of 3:1:1.
He just mixed all the ingredients together, stirred them thoroughly, squatted down and squeezed them to feel the moisture, and then reported the situation to Lu Miao.
"It's clumped together and can't be separated. The okara is too wet."
Lu Miao took a look, nodded, pointed to the pile of charcoal on the side of the house and said:
"Then add some carbon slag, crush it up and add it in. Mix it thoroughly, otherwise it will be too wet and an anaerobic reaction will easily occur."
He Hongjin didn't understand what "anaerobic reaction" was, but he just did whatever Lu Miao told him to do!
The two men worked hard for a while, and then added more than a dozen shovels of crushed carbon slag, and the humidity was barely maintained at the normal standard.
Lu Miao nodded, "That's fine."
Fu Jingyou and He Hongjin added firewood to the small pile that had been set up earlier, shovel by shovel.
When they had finally piled up the waist-high compost, they listened to Lu Miao's words that the composting process must be kept away from rain, and they spread some straw on top.
He Hongjin repeatedly told Fu Jingyou:
"You have to keep an eye on it when you have time at home. If it snows and you get covered in snow, remember to shake it off."
"Oh, I understand, uncle."
He Hongjin was about to go back with his shovel. Fu Jingyou invited him to have dinner, but he waved his hand, unwilling to do it.
He just glanced at Lu Miao frequently, reminding him that there was less work to do recently and asked Fu Jingyou to take good care of Lu Miao.
Of course Fu Jingyou understood.
The day before, Chen Guifen visited the village to collect chickens and eggs, and the news that Lu Miao was pregnant had basically spread throughout Dahe Village.
The female educated youth found it unbelievable. They felt that Lu Miao was still a little girl, so how could she get pregnant so quickly?
But when I think about it, since we are already married, getting pregnant seems to be a natural thing.
A group of people wanted to visit Lu Miao, and they heard from the team members that the fetus was unstable in the first few months of pregnancy, and Lu Miao had already gone to the hospital once.
For fear of disturbing Lu Miao's rest, Geng Xiaoyun and others gradually reduced the number of visits they made to his house.
Ma Tianzao has been there twice.
Even in the middle of winter, he would always come to visit, his feet in the mud, carrying one or two soft-shelled turtles.
Lu Miao was worried that she would catch a cold, and he even lost his temper for a while before he stopped her from going to catch the soft-shelled turtle.
Lu Miao didn't know where she got the turtle from, but Fu Jingyou recognized it immediately after seeing the mud on Ma Tianzao's feet.
"The mountainous land behind us has been used to grow winter wheat. Some of the fertile fields below the mountain that were previously used to grow rice have sprouted and can now be used to grow rapeseed, but some are still wet..."
"It was a paddy field before, so a lot of turtles must have crawled in and dug into the mud to make nests."
After he said that, Lu Miao also felt that there was some truth in it.
Didn’t many people in later generations raise soft-shelled turtles in rice fields?
Not only soft-shelled turtles, but also rice fish, crucian carp and small carp.
Lu Miao thought about it carefully.
There are not many fertile fields in Dahe Village, most of which are used to grow rice.
The acceptance of soft-shelled turtles is relatively low at present, so is it possible to try raising rice fish or something like that?
At this time, no pesticides are used when farming, so it will not harm the fish. Moreover, if there are insects on the seedlings, the fish can still eat them.
The poop after eating is also organic fertilizer...
Lu Miao was thinking about what was feasible when Fu Jingyou said:
"Why didn't I think of the turtles hiding in those muddy fields? It's a little late today. I'll make breakfast for you tomorrow morning. You sleep a little longer and I'll go dig up a few."
“…”
Lu Miao was speechless. "Can we do it after we finish eating? Including the few sweet dates sent by my family, there are still five or six in the water tank at the back!"
Besides, wouldn’t it be cold if you stepped into the mud in the middle of winter?
"If you must go, go to town and buy a pair of rubber shoes."
"A pair of rubber shoes costs seven or eight yuan. What's the point of spending that money? I'm warm, not cold."
"Then you sleep in the main room tonight."
"...I'm not afraid of the cold, but I'm not this kind of person who doesn't care about the cold. How many times do I have to step on the mud?"
Lu Miao pouted, turned his head and ignored him, thinking about something.
"I'm just saying, no, no! Who would go through that in such cold weather? Right?"
Fu Jingyou stopped talking at the right time, made her some sugar water, and coaxed her with a smile:
"I just changed the charcoal in the stove, and the fire hasn't started yet. It's a bit cold, right? Come, have something hot to drink."
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