Wang Family’s Peasant Woman: Raising kids and Making wealth

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Chapter 10 Fishing for Shrimp

Gu Chunzhu turned over, and her palm was squeezed by the silver in her hand. She woke up in pain and saw the silver. She couldn't help but put a light bite on the side of her teeth.

it is true! Gu Chunzhu was filled with joy, she thought Su Wangqin gave her a silver dream before she left, who knows that when she wakes up, she really holds the silver tightly.

Explained that Su Wangqin assured her that she was in charge of money, and also recognized her as a person. This was a treatment that the original owner had never had.

She put away the silver and turned her head to see that only An An was lying on the bed, and Xiao Cheng was gone.

In a hurry, he put on his clothes. Gu Chunzhu saw Xiaocheng in the stove, stepped on the wooden pier, and vigorously stirred the brown rice in the pot. Before he was cooked, he put the lid back on the wooden pier and got off the wooden pier.

"Xiaocheng, how did you get up and cook." Gu Chunzhu dared to speak out, fearing that the sound would scare the child into the pot.

Xiaocheng turned his head to see Gu Chunzhu, and his ears were reddish. Zhiwu said: "Dad said before leaving to let me take care of you. I am the only man in the family. Father can cook and I can learn."

"Good baby." Gu Chunzhu wanted to reach out and touch Xiaocheng's head.

This time, his hand was still empty. Xiaocheng was standing three meters away from Gu Chunzhu. This Xiaojun blushed like a mistress.

Gu Chunzhu laughed in his heart, thinking that he lived with his grandparents in his previous life, and he would cook for himself at the age of seven or eight. After all, the family was poor, and Xiaocheng should learn to do housework early, she should not stop.

She said to Xiaocheng: "Don't stuff too much firewood, don't let the porridge overflow, An'an hasn't gotten up yet, the mother goes to make up her clothes."

Xiaocheng nodded obediently.

Gu Chunzhu returned to the house, An An was still sleeping soundly, and the charcoal pot still had some residual temperature.

Before going to bed last night, the little girl An'an refused to explain her life. Now the two little braids are messy and hanging under her head. She is still under the habit of sleeping with her arms pressed, and she blushed.

Gu Chunzhu picked up the needles and threads that he bought a few days ago and replenished the clothes for An An.

But her stitches are really unreadable. Gu Chunzhu gave her a shame for herself. It is really a technique that modern people are not proficient in sewing.

In the new three years and the old three years, she has never had such days as sewing and repairing.

By the time the second hole was filled, Gu Chunzhu felt a little better. When she had completed the hole for one piece of clothing, An An also woke up.

Gu Chunzhu put her on the padded clothes, looked at the clothes that were not so ragged, and re-brushed her two pigtails, and took her to eat in the stove.

The porridge that Xiaocheng cooked for the first time was a little bit hard. Gu Chunzhu and An An both ate very well, and both bowls had bottomed out.

"Xiaocheng, did you fish in the river before?" Gu Chunzhu asked Xiaocheng when he finished his meal and washes dishes in the tub.

"Well, Brother Zhuang has a fishing net, but our family doesn't." Xiaocheng replied, meaning Gu Chunzhu couldn't catch fish if he wanted to fish.

But Gu Chunzhu didn't think about fishing. She continued to ask: "What else is in the river, are there fish, turtles, and shrimps?"

"There are turtles and shrimps, but the shrimps are too small, and the fishing nets are too large. Although there are many in the river, they can't be caught." Xiaocheng broke Gu Chunzhu's thoughts again, and he couldn't help looking up to see her disappointed expression. .

Unexpectedly, the round face showed a happy color, but Gu Chunzhu thought that shrimps were not used for fishing nets, but for fishing. It happened that when she was a child, she often dried shrimps at her grandma's house.

As for the fish hook... Gu Chunzhu thought of an alternative. She washed three bowls slickly and said to Xiaocheng with a smile: "Take off your clothes and the mother will make up for you."

Xiaocheng took a look at the already replenished clothes that An An was wearing, and some shyly took off his coat.

Gu Chunzhu sewed the clothes for him, and assured An An to take him to take care of her small work. She hammered the needles of the clothes on the ground into the shape of a hook.

When I reclaimed the vegetable garden yesterday, I had already picked up many earthworms and put them in a mouthful of bowls. This thing she wanted to do when she saw the fish brought back by Xiaocheng yesterday.

It's just that this needle costs five penny, and Gu Chunzhu feels distressed.

Hooks, thin bamboo poles, or longer wood sticks, and floats made of feather rods are all things that can be seen everywhere. She soon made a fishing rod and brought a wooden tub.

The original owner was a lazy lady. In her memory, she didn't go to the river to wash her clothes. Gu Chunzhu found a circle and almost got lost. Finally, she found the riverside.

In the morning, many women were washing clothes by the river, and Gu Chunzhu ran upstream and sat on a large bluestone to catch shrimp.

"Which one's daughter-in-law has never seen it."

"I don't know, such an adult has come to fish like those babies. I'm afraid it's not stupid."

"Who knows, wash your clothes quickly, and feed the pigs back!"

The voices of the riverside women got into Gu Chunzhu's ears. Gu Chunzhu was treated as if she hadn't heard it. Just because the original owner was lazy and didn't go out often, she didn't know these people either.

Gu Chunzhu was quietly preparing for fishing. She pulled the earthworm into a short section and put it on the hook. Then she threw the hook with the floating forehead out. The shrimp hook sank, and her eyes looked at the buoy.

The women who washed the clothes by the river changed their crops. Gu Chunzhu's buoys hadn't moved yet. She had excellent patience and didn't frown.

After a while, the buoy was pulled out a short distance.

Get hooked! Gu Chunzhu raised a ray of laughter at the corners of his lips, and carefully lifted the thin bamboo pole out of the water. There was a blue river shrimp hanging on the hook.

The prawns were caught by the shrimp hooks, and the bowed body was desperately moving, trying to break free of the hook.

When Gu Chunzhu used to catch river prawns in the previous life, he used an extremely fine mesh to hold the river. The shrimp could fall into the net steadily even after breaking free of the hook.

Now that there is no net bag, Gu Chunzhu extended the wooden barrel brought by him, and the river prawn fell into the wooden barrel, still struggling to jump inside.

"Yeah, this shrimp can still be fished like this!" A woman washing the clothes looked like a terrific Western scenery, put down the clothes in her hands and came to see.

"Well, catch some shrimps to add potted vegetables to the family." Gu Chunzhu also replied, since they are all in the neighborhood.

Kung Fu was talking, the shrimp in the bamboo bucket of Gu Chun was beating lively, and the jumping height was half a foot, and he jumped out of the bucket at once.

Gu Chunzhu's eyes were quick and he quickly hurriedly held the shrimp and threw it back into the wooden bucket. She scooped her hands in the river and scooped the water into the bucket several times. Swim up.