Dried fish

I studied aquaculture for two years, and one year I raised seedlings in the countryside, picking shellfish, brushing buckets, and washing ponds. Needless to say, I couldn't do it once or twice without luck, and I was bored to death. The workers in the factory have their jobs and cannot join hands everywhere. Running around in the sun during the day, slumped on the bed at night like a broken prefabricated board, useless. When I was working one morning, I saw some fish hanging on the bushes, which were cut open to reveal clean and thick fish, which were dried by the eldest sister in the canteen. Ask what kind of fish, the eldest sister only knows the dialect, I do not understand, and asked a lot of money a jin, she said a price a day, ten or twenty yuan. I remember the yellow croaker for feeding, but three yuan a jin, but the eldest sister said that the fish could not be dried. I like to eat fish and want to give some sun to my parents and friends. Listening to what the eldest sister said, I was worried about the experiment, and things were delayed. Only a few days after the nurtured seedlings went to sea, a typhoon was completely blown away. I don't want to do this grinding experiment and apply it to another factory to do something else. 

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This factory can have enough to eat, and life is much easier for several young people. The cooking uncle surnamed Zheng is in his fifties and has a big belly. He didn't talk much in the factory, and he didn't buy the food well. Uncle Zhang (the boss's father-in-law) wanted to say that the food was too oily and salty, and the technicians complained. When he was young, he worked as a stall in Zhongshan, and it was said that his cooking was full of stalls, not home-cooked dishes. Uncle Zheng indeed cooks with heavy oil and salt and soy sauce, which is sticky. I saw that everyone picked on him, and he was so unhappy that he could not bear to say anything more. When there were few people, he asked him for advice on how to make braised pork. When he saw that I liked it, he told me how to do it. In this way, they had a tacit understanding of each other. He saw that I didn't eat yellow croaker-- boiled in white water, thorns were so fishy, and he couldn't get used to it. He asked me if I ate Luofei. I said eat. In the evening, we ate a two-jin steamed rosin soup with juice, and he cooked it for several days in a row. Luo Fei wanted to eat while it was hot. 

One night I lost half an hour in my work. Uncle Zheng waited for me to go to the canteen before pouring hot oil on Luo Fei. Usually, no people are waiting for dinner in the factory, and the late fish must be gone. I am very moved by such preferential treatment. After the experiment was finished, it was already wintering in Zhanjiang. Uncle Zheng knew that I liked to eat dried fish. He said that there were cheap fish to buy on the street so that they could be dried, and asked me if I wanted to dry them. Of course! & nbsp; & nbsp; "how much do you want to buy?" "how many wet fish do you need for a kilo of dried fish?" "Ten jin is more than three jin." "then buy fifty jin." Zheng Shu took me to the street on a motorcycle. The big one was not sold for five yuan, and the small one was worth 4.50 yuan. He bought ten jin. "ask a friend to collect it on the boat tomorrow." Uncle Zheng said angrily. Buy the fish and cut it under the faucet outside the canteen. I moved the little horse to sit, the hand-cut slowly, uncle Zheng asked me to scale off the tail, he cut it. The two new workers in the factory came twice and said they were hungry, and Uncle Zheng told them to serve dinner on time at six o'clock. After dissecting him, he quickly got up and went to cook. I continued to dig my internal organs and gills and then washed them. Uncle Zheng said that if you want the fish to look good in the sun, you have to wash the blood on the fish bones, or they will get black. This season's fish fat, a layer of strong grease, and some golden eggs, I am reluctant to get rid of, wash slowly. Thinking about how happy they should be when they go to their parents, Yan'an, Shu Zhi, Deng Anqing, and Li Shuman. I remember that every year my grandmother dried vegetables and smoked cured fish for her children who worked outside. I didn't understand why I had to be so meticulous in the past, but it suddenly became clear that it was a willing pleasure to do things for someone I cared about. 

After washing, sprinkle a packet of crude salt and mix well, marinate until eight o'clock. I went back to my room and lay down for a while. I heard Uncle Zheng outside shouting to wash the salt and put it in the fridge at 08:30-he stirred it for me once. In the morning, Uncle Zheng shouted outside again, "Min, why don't you get up and dry the fish." I quickly turned over and got up, went to the canteen to move the washed fish out of the refrigerator, and there were nets and folds on the top of the reservoir. I spread out the fish one by one. Zheng Shu came to say that I shouldn't put it so dense, and I had to bask on the back first so that the water dripped faster. The sun rose from Casuarina equisetifolia, shining on the body, warm, sunny until noon, turned over, until the sunset. After collecting the fish and having dinner, Uncle Zheng went to the theatre and asked me to go all the way. The stage set up in the village is usually deserted. When there is a play, the headlights are pulled, the curtain is pulled, and the light shines on the pink-white faces of the costumes and actors. Everything is brand new. The old man moved a chair and sat under the stage, while the middle-aged man sat on his motorcycle, and the wooden board of the stereo was covered with children. We stood in the crowd, the old man spent money to buy a beautiful wife, the beautiful wife ignored him, the old man lost his temper and sang: "I tie my neck all day long, but you refuse." Standing like this after watching a play, walking on the way back, the moonlight whitened the ground and the cool breeze blew past. 

After two days in the sun, the fish was dry, and Uncle Zheng took out two layers of plastic bags from the room to tie them up for me so that it was not easy to return to moisture. I packed my bags and got ready to go. Uncle Zheng said to make me another delicious food. Chicken oil boiled rice, fried with eggs, peanuts crushed with the back of the knife, but also specially washed onions, a full basin, very fragrant. When he saw that I liked it, he set aside a bowl for me to take back to school to eat. On the motorcycle, he asked me why I wanted to dry fish in winter. Because of fat, there are few flies. He nodded, saying that the sun is too strong in summer, the fish will be cooked in the sun, there are many bacteria, the outside looks good, but in fact, it has gone bad on the inside. He also talked about his two sons, the older one is more than thirty, the younger one is as old as me, they are not married, and they work outside, neither salty nor light. I said I was not married, and my parents were in a hurry, but what was there to worry about? Zheng Shu did not reply, I have a little regret, the elders always worry about these things, I no longer mention the indefinite marriage. Saw the roadside bamboo strips to talk about bamboo shoots, saw the bitter neem on the other side of the field shed leaves, bear fruit, hanging from the high branches, and then far away is the misty sea, saying that it is really beautiful, Uncle Zheng nodded. He took me to the station and let me on the bus. I got on the bus, got off again, and ran to the gate of the station. He was gone.