After seeing Chen Dongsheng off, Sang Bai took out the net from his storage room and slowly sorted it out in the yard.

Since eating the small salted fish from Lu Qingyao's family that year, Sangbai will make small salted fish by himself every year, and its skills are better every year. Now, when making small salted fish, it is almost comparable to the elderly in the village.

The small salted fish made from mulberry cypress has no bitter taste at all, only salty and fragrant. In winter, the family gathered around the stove, making a pot and putting small salted fish on the stove. The roasted salted fish with wine is so sweet.

If you want to make small salted fish, then you naturally have to have fish. If you want to have fish, there are only two ways. One way is to buy and the other is to catch yourself. For example, it is impossible to buy at Liushuzhuang, and it is not suitable, so there is only one way left to catch.

Now Sanbai took out the net and actually decided to fish.

Of course, before fishing, you have to check the net to see if there are any broken places. If there are too many broken places, you have to take it to the town and spend money to make up for it.

This net from Sangbai was bought three years ago. It was woven by the girls in the town. The quality is very good. The net is a floating net, which is hung in the water.

There are some floats about one finger long and five millimeters square on the top edge of this kind of net, and a lead strip of about a sizeable one is tied to the bottom of the net. This is a pendant used online.

After the net is opened in the water, the float above and the pendant below are guaranteed that the net falls vertically in the water and will not be wrapped around.

If a bamboo stator is added in the middle, the net will be firmly fixed in an area on the river surface.

The total length of the entire net is about 30 meters and about one meter wide from top to bottom. This is made by natural layering of fish caught on the river. If such a net is placed in the river, almost no small fish passing by the net can escape.

Of course, it can't catch the big fish either.

Smaller fish can drill back and forth in the net holes, but they can't trap them. Only suitable fish will get stuck online.

When making small salted fish, according to the experience of mulberry cypresses over the years, they prefer fish with one palm length because the meat of this fish is moderate in thickness and can be quickly tasty when salted, and it doesn’t take long to roast it.

The bigger the fish, the less likely it is to taste. And if you want to roast it, it will naturally take longer. Drinking is fun. If you wait for a long time, what else can you drink?

This naturally limits the size of the fish.

The most suitable fish are small fish with a palm length, especially pikes with long strips. This kind of fish is full of thorns and tastes very difficult when fresh.

However, after making salted fish, the taste is much better than other fish, especially after being roasted, the aroma produced is the most popular among cypresses.

It takes time to do this in a careful way.

Because once you want to save trouble, the Internet will automatically teach you a lesson. Making a bad Internet is like making trouble, which will make people crazy.

Everyone who has gone online knows that you must know everything in your mind whether you are going online or closing the Internet. If you dare to fool, the Internet will slap you a big face.

Sang Bai had suffered such a loss. Once, when the net was closed, the net was very casual, and the net was entangled. When he was waiting to think about the whole thing, his brain was almost blown up. In the end, it took two days to smooth the net again.

If you don't straighten out, you have to throw away the net and go to the town to find someone to manage it. That is not a good idea, because you can't watch it. Once the net you have mastered is definitely going to be able to make a big spoil. This way, it's more expensive to spend money on it than buying a new net. Some people nowadays are not honest in their business.

Sang Bai was regulating the internet, and Mr. Huang Daoran walked in.

"Sangbai, Sangbai!"

As soon as Sang Bai looked up and saw that he had come in, he asked, "Old man, what's the matter?"

The old man casually made a jar from behind, "Let you try the plums I pickled with myself."

Sang Bai glanced at the jar in the old man's hand, and what was placed inside were green plums.

The jar is quite big, and it can hold about two liters of water. I don’t know how the old man hid behind him before entering the door.

"There is still this thing at this time?" Sanbai was a little surprised.

Generally speaking, plums start in May and June, and are only on the market in July and August. Usually, even pickled plums are almost eaten in October. What month is it now, and the old man has green plums.

"Why can't it be there at this time?"

The old man said as he went to the pot house. When he entered the pot house and waited for it, he had a pair of chopsticks in his hand, and the jar containing the plums was also opened.

He sent the chopsticks to Sangbai's hand and signaled to Sangbai to eat plums.

"Take it and see."

Sang Bai was a little confused because the old man cheated him of a pen holder when he was so kind to him last time.

"You are not interested in me again and are going to change me, right?"

In order to make sure the old man had no idea, Sangbai felt that he would ask more questions before eating.

Mr. Huang Daoran said, "Why do you think of me as such? It's just a can of plums. What's my idea?"

Sangbai said: "Then I'll eat it."

As he said that, Sangbai grabbed a plum and put it in his mouth. After taking a bite, he shivered.

What a tremor like this, it was like the cells on the body shaking at the same time, and the soreness rushed from the soles of the feet to the brain. Moreover, the soreness seemed to be carrying an electric drill, and drilled a hole through his own Tianling cover.

"I'm going, I'm so sore!"

Even if the sourness passed, Sang Bai felt an indescribable tightness all over his body, and he felt that all the muscles behind him were tensed up.

“It’s really sour?”

"You haven't eaten it?" Sang Bai asked, spitting out the plum blossoms in his mouth.

Huang Daoran said: "No, this is the first jar of plums I made in. I didn't even want to eat them. I'll send them here to try them with you so that you can enjoy good treatment..."

While saying that the old man hooked a plum from the jar with his finger and put it in his mouth.

Sanbo felt sour when he saw him chewing.

But the old man had no expression on his face and ate a plum, and even smacked his lips: "No, it's not sour."

Sangbai said: "It's not sour yet, I'm starting to lose my teeth."

"Or why you try this, it might be particularly sour."

"Forget it, forget it, I don't have this blessing, you should eat it yourself." Sangbai put the chopsticks aside and prepared to continue to pay attention to his own website.

The old man sat next to the cypress and continued to eat plums.

"boss!"

At this time, the two young men brought the easel into the yard. They came to draw the ginkgo tree. After saying hello to Sang Bai, they found a place to set up the easel and started to paint their own paintings.

After a while, when he saw that someone had put on airs and was about to paint, Mr. Huang Daoran came over.

"Do you want to taste the plum?"

The old man showed great enthusiasm.

The old man became familiar with these young people, and the young comics did not see the old man in front of him as a master (actually they didn't know). So he thanked him and someone started to taste it.

Immediately, these people reacted the same as Sang Bo.

“Wow, it’s so sour”

"Is it sour?"

The old man's expression on his face was very sincere, and he seemed to ask back, "Is it really so sour?"

As he said that, he threw another one into his mouth: "Not sour!"

This completely confused the two young people.

Then two more came to the yard, and then the master made a re-use of the plan, so two more young people were in trouble. The first one came in was also bad, just didn't tell the later ones.

Anyway, when Sang Bai came in from him to the point where he had to sort out the net, there were at least five or six people, and almost fourteen or five people were caught by the old man's words.

The only girl who felt that she was not sour was still a girl. She faced with the old man. She reimbursed all the cans of green plums by one of you.

After eating the plums, the old man took them away in the can.

Sang Bai couldn't understand what the old man wanted to do. He thought about it for a while and gave up because it was difficult for you to grasp the idea of ​​such old artists like old children. Sometimes they would be over if they were mentally ill.

After the network is sorted out, Sangbai is ready to go and get off the network.

In addition to bringing the net, you also have to bring a sickle when you go out.

Don't get me wrong. Scythe is not used to kill fish. Sangbai is planning to use it to cut bamboo and make a rod of fixed net inserted in the water. Sangbai did not make such things specifically. Every time, he just cuts small bamboo as thick as a thumb on the spot.

In addition to this, you also need to have breast-length water. Then you can wear it on your body and go down the river to get down the net. Of course, you can also go down the river with your butt. As long as there are no women nearby, no one will blame you.

However, Sang Bai doesn't like it, nor does he like the feeling of his feet stepping on the mud. Moreover, in the upper reaches of the river, the water temperature is not affected by the hot springs, so it is still a bit cool to soak in the river at this time.

Okay, without saying much nonsense, after he was ready, Sang Bai clamped the water in one hand and the net in the other, and a sickle was pinned to the river toward the river.

"Hey, hey, hey! You don't even inform me?"

As soon as I left the door, I didn't take a few steps, I heard the sound of Mr. Huang Daoran calling him from behind.

"You want to join in the fun?"

When Sang Bai saw the old man carrying an easel, he was a little speechless.

"What does it mean to join in the fun? An artist should be full of love for life. Don't you call me if it's a matter of life like this?" Mr. Huang Daoran directly placed the easel at the door and followed Sang Bai with Xinran.

Sang Bo had no choice but to let him follow him.

"By the way, when will your pickles be pickled?"

"In two days, I will pickle my mother-in-law when I come over. I will pickle some small salted fish and other things first," said Sang Bai.

Huang Daoran said: "Oh."

"What's wrong with you?" asked Sangbai.

The old man said: "Everyone says that your vegetables are good to pickle. I will also pickle a little this year and learn it. By the way, I give me some of your vegetables, but I don't grow them myself."

Sang Bai said: "It's true, come and you can be a sleeper or something."

"No problem, I'm very strong." The old man happily raised his arms and showed Sang Bai's muscles.
Chapter completed!