Dressed as a villain's wife

Chapter 22: River Mussel Essence? !

Nanzhi was concentrating on turning over the stone, but when he heard the dog's voice, he thought something had happened, dropped the stone in his hand and ran over dripping with water.

"What happened."

While talking, he checked the dog, and finally found that there were some mud spots on his body.

"Aniang, look, the big river clam!" The dog was checked by his mother over and over again, without any impatience, and waited for Nanzhi to finish the inspection before showing her the treasure he found.

It was only then that Nanzhi noticed that there was a big mud puddle at the dog's feet, and it was estimated that the mud on the dog's body was stained by digging the hole.

A mussel the size of a washbasin was lying in the mud pit, and Nan Zhi felt a little uncomfortable seeing it.

Could it be that the dog is the legendary little lucky star?Compared with him, he is undoubtedly a non-chief.

After sighing for a while, Nanzhi rolled up his sleeves, and took a long time to get the clam out.

Looking at the huge mussel Nanzhi swallowed his saliva, he might not be a mussel spirit?
Such a big mussel, would it be a sin to eat it?

"Mother, big meat!" The dog was very happy as he pulled the wooden stick caught by the clam.

A Niang said that the mussels are edible, and there is meat in them. The mussels she found are so big, there must be a lot of meat.

Nanzhi looked at the dog's small face, and praised with certainty: "The dog is awesome."

Anyway, compared to himself, the dog is not too powerful.

Seeing that it was almost noon again, Nanzhi packed the mussels in a bamboo basket and was about to take the dog home.

The dog was very excited about the clam he found, and he even offered to take it home by dragging the stuck wooden stick.

If such a big mussel is eaten by yourself, it would be somewhat cruel, so let it be fate. If the mussel is fine on this trip, then put it in a pot and keep it in a pot. If it breaks halfway and dies, just put it in the pot Stir fry.

Nan Zhi glanced at the big river clam being dragged away by the dog with some confusion.

The opportunity has been given to you, and it depends on whether you can grasp it.

On the way back, they also met a few women who had returned home after picking chestnuts, and they were still a little puzzled when they saw that the bamboo baskets in Nanzhi were full of mussels.

Can this food be eaten?
The little dolls in the village also went to the river to touch this thing before, and there was not much meat in it.

Although he was puzzled, no one asked, but he was taken aback when he saw the dog struggling to drag a huge clam behind Nan Zhi. The clam was almost catching up with his washbasin, right?

The first thing Nanzhi did after returning home was to see if the mussels dragged back by the dog were broken.

Seeing that there was not a single crack on the huge shell, Nanzhi was inexplicably disappointed. Although he felt that it was a pity that he could not eat this mussel, he turned over a large wooden basin and put it under the eaves. The mussels were washed before being raised in wooden basins.

Forget it, it's okay to be dragged all the way, I can only say that it is a fate, it would be a pity if it was fired by myself.

After smacking his lips, Nan Zhi turned around and went to the kitchen to get something to do.

After the mussels were put into the wooden basin, they didn't know whether they felt comfortable being soaked in the cool well water or what, finally they opened their shells and loosened the wooden sticks.

The dog just thought it was fun to watch the big river mussel open its shell, so he squatted on the side of the wooden basin and watched it, poking it with a wooden stick from time to time, having a great time playing.

Nanzhi took a kitchen knife and a pottery bowl and sat down by the well to process the mussels.

"Mother, don't we want to eat this big mussel?" Gou'er squatted by the wooden basin and asked, looking at his mother, who seemed to have no intention of dealing with this mussel, tilting his head.

The mussels in the tub trembled inexplicably, and immediately tightened their shells.

Nan Zhi neatly opened a mussel in his hand, and only replied: "Let's keep that mussel."

The dog looked at the tightly closed clam shell and was still a little puzzled. It was opened just now, why did it close again all of a sudden?

Every time Nanzhi opened a mussel, he still didn't forget to look for pearls in the meat.

She remembered that some river mussels would naturally produce pearls due to being stimulated. Although the probability was very small, with the little lucky star of the dog, maybe she could actually make a few of them.

In this world, the price of natural pearls is very high. Yuanshen met pearl divers when he was a child, but Dashi Village is not close to the river. He only heard from the adults that they went to Lihua Village to pick pearls. Later, it seemed that there was nothing to gain here. Haven't been here since.

Until the mussels in the last bamboo basket were all opened, Nanzhi didn't see any shadow of pearls, she just felt a little discouraged. It's no wonder this amateur can be rewarded.

It was a comfortable lunch. This was the first time Nanzhi ate a spicy dish in the past few days. There was a lot of mussel meat. She fried a plate and made some soup. The dog liked it unexpectedly. 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 sleeps more to grow taller. Now the dog looks like a two-year-old doll, and she feels distressed when she sees it.

After tidying up the dishes, Nan Zhi moved a small stool and sat under the eaves, dazed.

Although the food at home is enough for her and the dog for a while, there will always be a day when the food runs out.

There is no land at home, she can't grow food, and now that the times are bad, she can't start a small business like the heroines in other novels. Without the legendary system and golden fingers, she can't starve to death with the dog ...

Thinking about it, Nanzhi felt a little sleepy for no reason, and finally fell asleep by leaning against the door frame.

In her dream, she saw her grandma, she was still the same as she remembered, always looking at her with a smile, teaching her how to read and write.

It's a pity that grandma didn't wait until the day when she was admitted to university.

A sudden cool wind blew in June, which startled Nan Zhi to wake up.

Grandma has been gone for two years, and this is the first time she has dreamed of her.

Wiping the tears off her face, Nan Zhi cheered up. Grandma raised her, and she couldn't starve to death in this foreign land.

When he entered the house, the dog was still sleeping soundly, and would call out "Aniang" from time to time.

Looking at the little baby's face, Nanzhi felt that her heart softened a little. She became the Lin Nanzhi of this world. She has a dog, parents and elder brother. Maybe God sent her here because she is pitiful Bar.

After kissing the dog's forehead, Nan Zhi went to the backyard, where the mussels were spitting water quietly in the huge wooden basin, the ground turned white under the hot sun, and only the occasional cicadas could be heard.

"Puff-"

The mussels in the wooden basin suddenly opened their shells a little more, a bead was pushed out of the thick white mussel meat, and the shells were quickly closed again, as if nothing had happened.

Nanzhi didn't notice the slight sound, but just fetched a bucket of water from the well and carried it into the kitchen.

The mussels in the wooden basin waited for Nan Zhi to enter the kitchen, and then they seemed to be relieved, opened the clam shells, and continued to suck and exhale the water column cheerfully.

This woman is not to be messed with, but it knows that the woman looks disappointed when she sees that she is fine.

No matter how you say it, it found it here with great difficulty, and it can't just be fried by this woman.

Thinking about it, the river clam spit out two more beads arrogantly. Anyway, I have a lot of beads, so it is not impossible to give her a few as alms. After all, how many she will come here has something to do with me.

The more he thought about it, the more guilty he felt, and the clam spit out several beads again, feeling that it was enough to make up for it, so it continued to sleep with satisfaction.

(End of this chapter)