Chapter 83 Shrimp

In about half an hour, all the medicinal herbs in this area were dug up, and both baskets were filled with pig feed. Any leftovers were stored in the space.

She put everything into her spatial storage. Yunxi quietly went to the edge of the slope and hid in the bushes, waiting for them to come over.

In half an hour, they should have finished cutting the pig feed. After all, each person has a basket, so they can work quite quickly. Plus, they are all used to doing manual labor, so they can't be too slow.

Yunxi had been hiding behind the bushes for less than five minutes when she heard a noise coming from ahead. Knowing that the two sisters were coming, she quickly held her breath.

They were silently counting in their minds when, as they reached five, the vines at their feet suddenly grew taller, tripping them and causing them and their baskets to tumble down the slope.

"ah……"

As soon as the duet began, Yunxi knew that the two of them must have rolled down and reached their destination. After that, she quietly left through the bushes behind her.

If they are discovered, they are lucky; if they are not, then they deserve their bad luck.

When Yunxi was almost at the foot of the mountain, she quickly took out the two baskets she had stored in her spatial storage and couldn't wait to hand in the mission.

Throughout the journey, Yunxi acted as if nothing was wrong, not letting anyone notice anything amiss, just like usual.

Upon arriving at the pig farm, I casually greeted Grandma Cheng and Grandma Huang, listened to their words of concern, and returned the greeting with a few words of concern for them as well.

After seeing that Grandma Cheng had finished recording her work points, I chatted with them for a couple of minutes and then left.

During this period, his every move was exactly the same as usual.

Carrying two baskets on their backs, they didn't linger and went straight home.

Back in the yard, I saw that the kudzu root powder I had dried was a little drier than when I first started drying it. I figured it would take at least three or four days to dry completely.

Looking at the time on her hand, Yunxi realized it wasn't lunchtime yet. She grabbed a stool, placed it under the eaves, sat down, closed her eyes, and channeled her spiritual energy into the space.

Last night I collected so many eels, fish, turtles and the like. Now that I have some time, I need to sort them out.

Unexpectedly, upon closer inspection, I discovered a lot of small shrimp inside, all tiny, bluish-green shrimp that looked exceptionally clean.

I didn't think it was much, but it turned out to weigh several kilograms. It seems I really did collect a lot of things when I was collecting river water last night.

There weren't many shrimp, so we took advantage of the time to dry them in the pot and take them out when we wanted to eat them.

When cooking soup with these dried shrimp, just a tiny bit will make it incredibly flavorful.

I took out all the medicinal herbs I had gathered today and yesterday and placed them in the corner of the eaves, planning to clean them up after lunch, since there weren't many for the time being.

Then they took out a large vat from the space and put all the eels in it, but when they took them out, they were already lifeless.

It seems these things can't be left outside; once they are, they'll start to rot in no time.

I put it directly into my spatial storage, planning to take it out next time I want to eat it.

However, if you take these dead eels to the market to sell, no one will buy them. When people buy them, they will choose the ones that are lively and jumping around. These ones that don't move at all will not sell.

Yunxi suddenly realized that her own space wasn't so great after all. At least all the living things that entered her space died. If they could still live, that would be good.

Yesterday, when I collected the river water, a lot of fish were collected into my space, at least several hundred to over a thousand kilograms.

When I was collecting the fish last night, I didn't separate them by size, so there were fish of all sizes.

They collected all the fish directly from the space, separating the scales and intestines and other unwanted parts into a corner, along with the filth from killing the wild boar.

Fish weighing a pound or more are fine; they taste good whether braised or prepared in any other way. But small fish weighing less than an ounce or two just feel like there's no way to prepare them.

His gaze swept over the supplies beside him, and subconsciously fell on the buckets of oil. How could he have forgotten that the smaller fish could be coated in flour and deep-fried directly, and they tasted quite delicious.

Indeed, there are no useless things, only things you don't know how to do.

After resting for a while, Yunxi went straight to the kitchen.

Clean the pot thoroughly, then light a fire in the stove. Once all the water in the pot has evaporated, pour in all the cleaned dried shrimp.

The moment you pour them in, quickly put the lid on the pot to prevent them from jumping around and jumping out of the pot.

After five seconds, remove the lid and you'll see the shrimp inside slowly turn red. Use a spatula to scoop them up a few times to make sure they're all bright red before scooping them out.

Yunxi remembered that these dried shrimp needed to be dried in the sun a bit more. She took out a winnowing basket from the storeroom, washed it clean, poured the dried shrimp into it, and placed it directly in the yard.

Worried that it would get dirty if I put it on the ground, I simply took a stool from the living room and put the dustpan on the stool so that it wouldn't get dirty when the wind blows through it.

I was originally thinking of frying the smaller fish in the space, and also rendering the dozens or hundreds of pounds of lard into oil, but then I thought that it was broad daylight and making something so fragrant seemed a bit too much.

In the end, I decided to wait until evening to do it.

He moved a stool and sat in the corner of the eaves, sorting through all the medicinal herbs he had just taken out.

Useful items are kept to dry and sell for money, while useless items are left by the yard and burned as firewood after they dry.

Thinking about using it as firewood, I suddenly remembered the pile of weeds I had left outside to dry. It had rained a few days ago, and the weeds, which were almost dry, were soaked after being rained on and could not be burned.

Just then, he remembered something, so he quickly grabbed a stick from the side, went straight outside into the yard, and cleared away all the weeds that were piled together. He then dried them in the sun.