When she got back ho, her brother was still squatting on the steps prying rocks. These rocks were not as hard as they had imagined, so they could be pried loose, and they didn’t need them to be neatly arranged like those in the scenic areas, they just needed to create enough space to place their feet.
After returning ho, she first cleaned the big iron pot, then added a bit of water, and cleaned the shucked oyster at, poured it into the pot, and brought it to a boil over high heat. After boiling out that white-colored juice, she let it simr a bit longer, then scooped out the oyster at, which could be either stir-fried directly or dried for preservation. The remaining juice was the focus–she slowly simred it on low heat until it thickened and changed color, before adding salt, sugar, and soy sauce for coloring, and finally a starch slurry to thicken it.
Generally, it took one hundred pounds of oyster at to produce just one tael of sauce. She didn’t prepare much, so in the end, the oyster sauce she obtained was only two or three taels. It really was both a waste of fire and effort!
For their noon al, the siblings had an oyster feast. They stir-fried so oyster at with refreshing radish slices, and the rest of the oysters were grilled on an iron net. After opening the shells, they drizzled on so seasoned garlic sauce, and then they could scrape them out and eat.
That al left the siblings full of oysters, without having any staple food, mainly because they had eaten a lot for breakfast, so they weren’t very hungry at noon.
After the midday al, Xiao Yu cleaned up the bowls and the pot, while Xiao Ze resud chiseling at the stone.
Afterward, she took out the mat bought from the space, spread it over the drying rack made by Xiao Ze, wiped it clean with a towel, and then laid out the oyster at piece by piece natural drying. There wasn’t much left, probably around two or three jin.
Finishing this task, she grabbed a bucket and headed out, changing her spot to a more dangerous cliff, where there was a lot of wild kelp and seaweed. She scraped a bit of them with a shell, dried them, and they’d be ready to be used as snacks.
The wild kelp was as thin as shredded kelp, clinging to the rock walls, and the seaweed was the sa, a large expanse of dark purple, and because no one had harvested them, they grew exceptionally lush.
When Xiao Yu got to the beach, she donned her leather pants, equipped her tools, and even put on a life jacket in case she accidentally slipped and fell.
The waves were especially large in this spot right by the sea. She squatted down for a while, feeling it wasn’t going to work, and finally put on a raincoat. It was cold, and she only had a tattered cotton-padded jacket. If it got wet, she feared she wouldn’t even be able to step outside.
The shell she held was very hard; the small dishes, plates, and even the spatula at ho were all made from this kind of shell.
With a light scrape of this kind of shell, the seaweed would co off. The crisp "shuh-la shuh-la" sound was very healing to hear. Every ti she went to harvest from the sea, the sensation of obtaining food was extrely satisfying. She now felt glad that there were no parents or elders around. In terms of food, this little guy seed to not care at all.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t be able to live so comfortably.
While scraping seaweed, she also found big sea snails in the crevices of the rocky walls. These sea snails were expensive in the future, hard to collect and therefore costly. She hadn’t expected there to be so many here. Together with kelp and seaweed, she scraped a bucketful, and seeing so many sea snails, it would have been a sha not to collect so. Xiao Yu, originally planning to leave, had to take out a screwdriver to continue collecting.
In a flash, the afternoon passed by, and Xiao Yu returned ho with a full load. By the seaside, she first cleaned everything with seawater, and then when she got back ho, cleaned them again with spring water. Afterwards, she laid out the kelp on the mats to dry.
The seaweed needed a special tool, which Xiao Ze had made for her. It was square-shaped; she’d shake it in the water and then it would erge in fine, thin layers, which she then laid on the mats to dry, making it particularly convenient to eat.
She had collected at least ten jin of sea snails; they were all boiled in the big iron pot. After they were cooked, she pulled out the at. Whatever couldn’t be eaten at once was dried for preservation. In the depths of winter, even when not venturing outdoors, they’d have delicious seafood to provide protein.
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