59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang.

Chapter 128 Fish Skin Clothes Sprinkle Some Salt

The swimming crabs are the fattest from September to November.

Now is the season when swimming crabs mature.

It was Chen Feng who took the initiative to cook again. He took the opportunity to take out one third of the crab meat and crab roe to make buns, which were left for them to eat.

After this morning, he will go home in the morning.

The cold wind of November is approaching, and by late November, the Bohai Sea will freeze over.

So these days, the entire Zhou family went out and followed him fishing at the seaside to ensure three months of food.

During this period, Chen Feng went out many times after dinner and caught a rabbit three times.

Then the next morning we went to the city and "exchanged" dozens of kilograms of rice, potatoes, sweet potatoes, peanut oil, etc.

Three fat rabbit skins can make almost two rabbit fur coats, and together with the old coats, the whole family can be kept healthy during the winter.

If the fish skin clothes are made successfully, there will be no need to worry about them catching cold.

"Cousin, can I eat fish skin clothes?"

Grandpa, grandma, uncle, aunt, and two cousins, all crowded in the kitchen, busily tying up swimming crabs with straw ropes. These were to be given to the Chen family as gifts.

Zhou Dinghai stared at the fish skins hanging outside the door and laughed foolishly: "If one day I'm wearing clothes and suddenly my stomach growls with hunger, it would be great if I could just take a bite of it!"

Zhou Fubo also echoed: "Mom, why don't we sprinkle some salt on it, it will definitely taste better."

Chen Feng added some more firewood to the stove, thinking that tying crabs was too troublesome and it would be more convenient to make a fire.

"You two greedy cats, the fish skin must be dried first, and then beaten repeatedly before it becomes hard. It is even harder than cowhide! If you can really bite it, your teeth will probably be scrapped."

He used the fire tongs to dig out an air passage in the firewood to allow the dry firewood to burn more completely. He also turned over the sweet potatoes and potatoes buried under the ashes.

This was a small gift he prepared for his two cousins.

Nowadays, people in rural areas eat sweet potatoes with the skin on, so few people are willing to roast them because it would waste a thick layer of skin.

"Eat, eat, eat. All you do every day is eat. Can you write your own name?"

Zhou Jing actually had some doubts as to whether the fish skin jacket could be used.

But his words were useless, as it was not his turn to be the head of the family.

The two old people, a daughter-in-law, and two sons all stood on Chen Feng's side and cut off the fish skin from all the fish they caught at home that night.

Zhou Fubo raised his hand excitedly and shouted, "Dad, I can do it!"

Zhou Jing was very pleased to see his son's confidence, so he decided to test him and asked, "Can you do multiplication?"

Zhou Fubo nodded without hesitation and replied, "Yes!"

Zhou Jing smiled and continued to argue: "Okay, then I'll ask you a simple question, what is 11 times 11?"

When Zhou Fubo heard this question, his smile froze on his face instantly. His eyes widened, his mouth opened into an "O" shape, and he was completely dumbfounded.

Because he has not yet learned the multiplication of two-digit numbers.

Shouldn't it be about the math of 1 times 1,2, 2 times ?

"Dad, how would I know this? My teacher never taught me."

"You don't teach me."

Zhou Jing's face suddenly became awkward after hearing his son's words. In fact, he himself didn't know how to calculate, after all, he had never read any books since he was a child, let alone mathematical knowledge.

Grandpa chuckled. Knowing everything about his son, he did not expose his son's ugly deeds.

There is no way. The world will be in chaos. Let alone studying, it would be good enough to have a fish to eat.

The men in Zhoujiagou were drafted into the army, and most of the adults were taken to Tianjin City and Sijiu City.

Fortunately, Sijiucheng was liberated peacefully, otherwise Zhoujiagou would have lost half its population.

"The colder the weather, the fatter the swimming crab roe."

“You guys, cherish your blessings!”

Grandpa recalled the past, his face was full of vicissitudes, and he said: "If eating too much crab was not bad, we could eat it every day."

Crabs are cold in nature, and eating too much may cause abdominal distension, loss of appetite, vomiting, and diarrhea.

Of course, crabs cost dozens of yuan per pound in later generations, and it is impossible for normal people to eat crabs every day unless they are very rich.

However, in Tianjin during the Republic of China, in order to avoid starvation, many people ate crabs as food, even if it would cause diarrhea.

"Grandpa, if we don't cook it like we are doing now, and do it like my cousin, then I can also not eat the buns, but only eat the crabs." Zhou Dinghai looked at his grandfather expectantly and said, "Grandpa, is this okay?"

However, the old man simply replied with one word: "Get lost!"

After hearing his grandfather's response, Zhou Dinghai couldn't help but feel disappointed, muttering to himself: "Why didn't you fall for it?"

No matter what dish Chen Feng cooks, he always uses enough oil.

There is no way. Whether it is Tan cuisine or Shandong cuisine, the classic dishes are not made by ordinary families. If you want them to taste good, the oil must be right.

Unlike my aunt and Zhou Qing, every time they cook, they just dip a spoon in the oil and draw a small circle on the bottom of the pan, and that's considered adding oil.

Grandma deftly tied a crab with straw and put it into a sack.

"Dinghai, you are really thoughtful! Do you know how much oil your cousin spent to cook this crab?"

Chen Feng said with a smile on his face: "This braised hairy crab depends on the amount of oil to bring out the flavor! If there is no oil, it will be bland and tasteless."

Zhou Jing nodded in agreement and said, "That's true."

"I used to wonder why the same ingredients tasted one way in a restaurant but tasted another way at home. Now I understand, the problem is not enough oil!"

The whole family nodded in agreement.

At this moment, Zhou Dinghai seemed to have discovered some incredible secret, and shouted to his father angrily: "Dad, I said you never took me with you every time you went out to the street, it turns out you secretly ran to the big restaurant to satisfy your cravings without telling us!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the looks from his grandpa, grandma and aunt suddenly became a little strange.

Zhou Jing quickly explained: "No, don't listen to his nonsense, I didn't go."

"Then how do you know they are different?" There was a cold light in my aunt's eyes. The kitchen suddenly became a little colder for some reason.

Zhou Jing quickly explained: "It was those people in the commune who said that. Didn't they always say the same thing before? The food in the commune is not delicious. Is it far inferior to the big restaurant?"

Zhou Fubo's foot was stepped on by his father, and he quickly raised his hand and said, "Grandpa, I know, I heard them say that they also said they wanted to go drink."

Thanks to his son's testimony, Zhou Jing narrowly escaped the disaster.

But the other son kept a little account in his mind.