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

I slowly lifted up the fishing rod and couldn't help laughing.

A turtle weighing more than 3 kilograms.

"Good luck, we'll have fish tonight!"

He caught a soft-shell turtle on the first cast. Although it was not big, Chen Feng was still very happy.

Even though it's cheating, it's still better than being empty-handed!

And he was the only one among thousands of people present.

Without contrast, there is no pleasure!

He could fulfill his promise to the little girl at noon.

After dozens of times of being hooked, the big fish were thrown into the fish pond in the space, leaving only small fish no more than ten centimeters long in the fish bucket.

"That's not right. Can you catch shrimps this big in Shichahai?"

Chen Feng didn't know what the green shrimp was. It was a swamp shrimp that was widely distributed in China. It could not only grow in fresh water, but also survive in low-salinity coastal waters.

Green shrimps have relatively strict requirements on water quality. Weishan Lake in Shandong and Baiyangdian in Hebei are both rich in green shrimps.

The water quality in Sijiu City is still pretty good at the moment, so there are still some green shrimps left.

By the 80s, many aquatic creatures had become basically extinct.

Green shrimps have the effects of nourishing the kidney and strengthening yang, promoting lactation and resisting toxins, nourishing blood and consolidating essence, removing blood stasis and detoxifying, invigorating qi and nourishing yang, unblocking meridians and relieving pain, and stimulating appetite and resolving phlegm. They are suitable for both young and old.

Whether it is steamed and soaked in cooking wine, or fried and coated with flour, it is a first-class delicacy.

It was almost half past eleven when he returned with a bag filled with more than a dozen small fish and shrimps as long as five fingers.

When I returned to Nanluoguxiang, as soon as I entered the door, the group of aunts and grandmas surrounded me.

"Xiao Feng, why are all the fish small this time? Didn't you catch a big fish last time?"

"Auntie Lin, fishing depends on luck. I'm lucky. I should be content."

Chen Feng was holding the bucket, holding the fish bucket with one hand, trapped in the encirclement, and laughed. "Besides, I only caught loaches before, and there were very few big fish."

"Yeah, it's hard to say, sometimes good, sometimes bad, but you're not bad, so many small fish and shrimps are enough for a big bowl."

"Xiao Feng, do you have any secrets to fishing? Why can you catch so many every time?"

"Before every trip, I sing the national anthem. Is that a secret?"

Chen Feng decided to establish a "patriotic" personality, especially he could not lose his identity as a Young Pioneer, which was somewhat helpful after the storm started.

If he had not been able to immigrate to Hong Kong Island with his family at that time.

He cannot save the world unless he liberates certain unspeakable beings.

"Oh, no wonder Yan Bugui went crazy yesterday, singing the national anthem and Huangmei Opera in his room."

Jia Zhang from Compound No. 95 was also there and seemed to be thinking about something after hearing this.

"If I think more about my old Jia, can I also catch fish?"

Chen Feng immediately corrected her: "Aunt Jia, feudal superstition is not acceptable. This is a new society!"

"Believe in science!"

"I believe in you, uncle!"

There were also some aunties who were not stupid. They could tell at a glance that Chen Feng was talking nonsense and immediately retorted to him.

"You're getting worse and worse."

"Oh, Director Wang is here." Chen Feng looked towards the alley.

Director Wang of the Street Office has great prestige, which is very effective in front of this group of aunts. They all turned their heads to look to the side, and Chen Feng took the opportunity to escape.

"where?"

"This kid lied to us."

"We caught so much in this morning. We can have meat for lunch."

Another said enviously.

Putting the fish bucket in the kitchen and looking at the coal briquettes, Chen Feng thought of honeycomb coal.

Honeycomb briquettes have actually been around for a long time, but it was not until 1964 that Shanghai promoted cylindrical briquettes, which became widely known because of their 12 holes in the middle and their honeycomb-like shape.

This cylindrical shape is more burning-resistant, has higher heat output, and reduces dust, carbon monoxide, etc. It is also called honeycomb briquettes.

Save money and be durable.

However, if you want to make the coal balls into honeycomb coal, you need to mix them with yellow mud, otherwise the pure coal balls will fall apart, leaving behind a pile of unburned coal ash.

In addition, the shaping briquette machine is also critical.

"It seems like I can do some good deeds and gain another level of golden body."

"But how do you explain it?"

Chen Feng hadn't thought of a reason, so he put the matter aside for the time being.

Use firewood to light the coal stove first, and boil a pot of hot water for later use.

At the same time, he took out the soft-shelled turtle hidden in the mud in the space, cleaned it carefully, cut it into small pieces, and marinated it with the cooking wine sent by Sha Zhu.

This should have been prepared by Sha Zhu in the kitchen of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill.

Fine salt and shredded ginger are relatively common, but green onions and cooking wine are not easy to buy.

"A little over a quarter of an hour?"

Looking at the crooked words written by He Yushui, Chen Feng couldn't bear to look at it. It was obvious that the eldest girl He Yushui was saving money on pencils and paper for the He family.

You know, before he started elementary school, his grandfather wrote calligraphy for him to copy.

The regular script (actually official script) that looked like it was printed by a printer was square and smooth, and I still remember it to this day.

Under the strict supervision of the old man, he wasted countless amounts of paper before he was able to develop a good hand in calligraphy.

Cooking wastes seasonings, and practicing calligraphy wastes paper and pens.

I thought about the time it took to marinate the shrimp and estimated it in my mind.

"About 20 minutes."

I took a special look at the clock in the study. It was 42:.

The little girl was sticking her butt up, her face covered with sand, and was entertaining herself on the table with sand paintings.

Chen Hao had a bitter face and was practicing calligraphy at another table.

Because the economy is bad this year, the price of paper has not increased, but the Chen family was reluctant to spend more money, so Chen Hao escaped the disaster before.

But the old man apparently discovered another benefit of sand painting - practicing calligraphy.

So the two siblings, one practiced calligraphy with his pen flying fast, and the other drew with his drooling mouth.

"Xiao Feng, I'm back."

The old man had his eyes narrowed, but when he noticed that there was less sunlight coming through the door, he opened his eyes immediately.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Chen Feng felt a flash of light passing by.

"Master, we're going to steam turtle for lunch. Do you want me to buy you some bulk wine?"

The old man was stunned and asked, "Did you catch another turtle?"

Before Chen Feng could answer, he heard the little girl on the desk, who was almost covered in sand, turn around at an unprecedented speed and said excitedly: "Big pot, I want to eat!"

The other two's eyes also lit up.

The last time they caught the soft-shelled turtle, they still miss it.

Chen Feng picked up the little girl and asked, "Little Lili, were you good this morning?"

"good."

The little girl nodded and said, "I also invited Grandpa, Erguo, and my sister to eat pork."

"Really? I'll treat you to a meal next time, big brother." Chen Feng said with a smile.

"Yes, half of it is left."

The little girl twisted her body and pointed at the table with her little hand.

He carried the little girl out of the study and went to the kitchen to take care of the coal stove.

The coal briquettes have been lit, but it will take some time to boil water.

When the clock in the study rang, Chen Feng put the little girl down, scooped up the pickled turtle, put it in a large bowl with ginger slices at the bottom, and then covered it with another layer of ginger slices.

The little girl was attracted by the prawns in the bucket.

"Little girl, if you like, I'll leave one for you to play with?"

The little girl's eyes were full of curiosity.

"Big pot, is it delicious?"

“It’s pretty tasty.”

Chen Feng fanned the coal stove with a fan.

"Then I want to eat!"

The little girl lay beside the fish bucket, staring at the shrimps in the water with her little eyes and said.