Chapter 22 River Clam Spirit? !
Nanzhi was concentrating on turning over stones, but when he heard the dog's voice, he thought something had happened, dropped the stone in his hand and ran over with water dripping from his hand.
"What happened."
As he spoke, he checked the dog, and finally found that it just had some mud spots on it.
"Mom, look, big river clam!" The dog was turned over and turned over by his mother to check it. He was not impatient at all. He waited for Nanzhi to finish the inspection before pointing out the treasure he found to her.
Only then did Nanzhi notice that there was a big mud puddle next to the dog's feet. It was estimated that the mud on the dog's body came from digging the hole.
There was a river clam as big as a basin lying in the mud pit, which made Nanzhi feel a little uncomfortable.
Could it be that the dog is the legendary little lucky star? Compared with him, I am undoubtedly a non-chief.
Nanzhi sighed for a while before rolling up his sleeves, and spent a long time to get the mussel out.
Looking at the huge river clam, Nanzhi swallowed his saliva. Wasn't he a river clam?
Wouldn't it be a sin to eat such a big river clam?
"Mommy, big meat!" The dog was particularly happy as he pulled the wooden stick caught in the river clam.
Auntie said that river mussels are edible and contain meat. The river mussel she found was so big that there must be a lot of meat in it.
Nanzhi looked at the dog's little face and praised with certainty: "The dog is awesome."
Anyway, compared to myself, the dog is not much more powerful.
Seeing that it was almost noon again, Nanzhi packed all the river mussels in bamboo baskets and was about to take the dog home.
The dog was extremely excited about the river mussel he found, and even volunteered that he could take it home by grabbing the stuck wooden stick.
It would be a bit cruel to eat such a big river mussel by yourself, so just leave it to fate. If the mussels are fine during this trip, then put them in a basin and keep them. If they break and die on the way, you can cook them when you get home. stir fry.
Nanzhi glanced at the big river clam being dragged away by the dog with some confusion.
I've given you a chance, it's up to you whether you can seize it.
On the way back, they also met a few women who were returning home after picking chestnuts. They were still a little confused when they saw the bamboo baskets in Nanzhi filled with river mussels.
Is this thing edible?
Children in the village used to touch this thing in the river, and there wasn't much meat in it. Some people even took it back and ate it when they couldn't survive, but they said it was too hard to chew and they couldn't eat it.
Although he was confused, no one asked. He was startled when he saw the dog following Nanzhi struggling to drag an oversized river mussel. The mussel had almost caught up with his own washbasin, right?
When I got home, the first thing I did in Nanzhi was to check if the river mussel that the dog had dragged back was broken.
Seeing that there were no cracks on the huge shell, Nanzhi was inexplicably disappointed. Although he felt it was a pity not to be able to eat the mussel, he still turned over a large wooden basin and put it under the eaves. After washing the clams, they put them in a wooden basin and raised them.
Forget it, it was fine after being dragged along all the way. I can only say that it has a big destiny. It would be a pity if it was fired by myself.
After smacking her lips, Nanzhi turned around and went to the kitchen to get something done.
After the river mussel was put into the wooden basin, I don't know whether it felt comfortable being soaked in the cool well water or something. Finally, it opened its shell and loosened the wooden stick.
The dog only found it amusing to watch the big river clam open its shell, so he squatted on the edge of the wooden basin and watched, poking it with a wooden stick from time to time. It was a great time to play.
Nanzhi took a kitchen knife and a pottery bowl and sat down by the well to start processing the mussels.
"Mom, don't we eat this big river mussel?" The dog squatted beside the wooden basin and looked at his mother, who seemed to have no intention of dealing with the river mussel, and tilted his head and asked.
The river clam in the wooden basin trembled inexplicably, and immediately tightened its shell.
Nanzhi neatly opened a river mussel in his hand and only replied: "Just keep that river mussel."
The dog looked at the closed clam shell and was a little confused. Wasn't it open just now? Why did it close again all of a sudden?
Every time Nanzhi opened a river mussel, he did not forget to look for pearls in the meat.
She remembered that some river mussels would naturally produce pearls due to stimulation. Although the probability was very small, with the little lucky star of the dog, she might be able to produce a few.
In this world, the price of natural pearls is very high. I met pearl divers when I was a child, but Dashi Village is not close to the river. I only heard adults say that they went to Lihua Village to hunt for pearls. Later, it seemed that there was nothing harvested here. Haven't been here since.
Until the last basket of river mussels was finished, Nanzhi didn't see the shadow of pearls. She just felt a little discouraged. She was really a little wishful thinking. In the past, the professional pearl divers all returned without success. When she arrived, It’s amazing that this amateur can gain something.
The lunch was comfortable. This was the first time Nanzhi had eaten spicy food in the past few days. The mussels were rich in meat. She fried a plate and cooked some soup. The dog unexpectedly liked it. For spicy food, I ate two black flour pancakes with a plate of mussel meat.
After dinner, Nanzhi coaxed the dog to take a nap.
The dog is still young and needs more sleep to grow taller. Now the dog still looks like a two-year-old baby, which makes her feel distressed.
After putting away the dishes and chopsticks, Nanzhi moved a small stool and sat under the eaves and began to daze.
Although the food at home is enough for her and the dog to eat for a while, the food will eventually run out.
There is no land at home, so she can't grow food. Now that the times are bad, she can't do a small business like the heroines in other novels. Without the legendary system and golden fingers, she can't starve to death with her dog. …
After thinking about it, Nanzhi felt a little sleepy for no reason, and finally fell asleep leaning against the door frame.
In her dream, she saw her grandma. She was still the same as in her memory. She would always look at her with a smile and teach her how to read and write.
It's a pity that grandma didn't wait until the day she was admitted to college.
A sudden cool breeze blew in June, and Nanzhi woke up with a start.
Grandma has been gone for two years, and this is the first time she has dreamed of her.
After wiping the tears on her face, Nanzhi cheered up. Her grandma had raised her, and she couldn't starve to death in this foreign land.
When we entered the house, the dog was still sleeping soundly, and would call out "Aniang" from time to time.
Looking at the face of the little baby, Nanzhi felt that her heart softened a little. She had become Lin Nanzhi in this world. She had a dog, parents and brother. Maybe God sent her here because he felt pity for her. Bar.
After kissing the dog's forehead, Nanzhi went to the backyard. In the huge wooden basin, river clams were spitting water quietly. The ground was white under the hot sunlight, and the only thing that could be heard was the occasional chirping of cicadas.
"Pfft——"
The river clam in the wooden basin suddenly opened its shell wider, and the thick, snow-white mussel flesh pushed out a bead with great effort, and then quickly closed the shell tightly, as if nothing had happened.
Nanzhi didn't notice the slight sound, but just fetched a bucket of water from the well and carried the water into the kitchen.
The river clam in the wooden basin waited for Nanzhi to enter the kitchen. Then he seemed to be relieved, opened the clam shell, and continued to suck and spit out the water jet happily.
This woman cannot be messed with, but it knows that the woman looked disappointed when she saw that she was fine.
No matter what, it had a hard time finding its way here, but it couldn't just be eaten by this woman.
Thinking about it, the river oyster proudly spit out two more beads. Since he had many beads, it was not impossible to give her a few. After all, her coming here had something to do with him.
The more I thought about it, the more guilty I felt. The river clam spit out several more beads. I felt that it was enough to compensate, so I continued to sleep with satisfaction.