Educated Youth in the Countryside: She is the Village's Embroidery Queen!-Chapter 433: It Won’t Kill You to Eat It

After the big tide, there’s indeed a lot of seafood.

If you have sharp eyes and quick hands, you’ll find various shellfish, fish, shrimp, and crabs—it truly isn’t a bad haul.

Everyone with Wen Shi has sharp eyes and quick hands, and in less than two hours, the buckets Yi Chichi and the others brought were all full.

The oysters and helmets pried off are piled together without a place to store them.

But, this didn’t stump them.

When Yi Chichi and the others were worried about how to take back the oysters and helmets, a few men had already come up with a plan.

And they quickly put it into action.

So, the coconut tree suffered.

Seeing them bring back coconut leaves, Madam Lei wondered, "What are you doing with these?"

"We’re going to weave a few baskets to carry these back."

Yi Chichi and the others were shocked, "You can do this?"

"We can."

Truth proved that they indeed could, and were quite skilled at it.

Under the bright moonlight, Yi Chichi and the others watched as the men deftly twisted and turned the leaves, creating small grid patterns.

Ji Jian was almost infuriated, "Since you can weave, why did you still make me spend money on buying baskets and sifters?"

Old Li’s whole body stiffened; oh no, how to explain this now?

Directly saying spending money is easier?

Afraid he’ll get beaten up.

After some brainstorming, he resolutely said, "Wife, it’s really not my fault; first of all, you know, I don’t have much time."

That’s true; when busy, he can be gone for months without a trace.

"Secondly, every time you need these tools, you need them urgently, and I don’t know your needs. By the time I return, you’ve already bought them."

The implication: If he tells her he can weave these things after she’s already bought them, it would make her uncomfortable.

Ji Jian understood, and in extreme anger, she laughed, "So it seems like it’s all my fault in the end."

Old Li chuckled awkwardly, "That’s not true; next time, I won’t let you spend money. I’ll weave them myself, okay?"

Ji Jian thought for a moment and sighed, "Let’s talk about it next time."

The ones bought are quite durable and won’t break anytime soon.

Wen Shi and the others didn’t dare make a sound, afraid of getting reprimanded by their wives like Old Li.

They buried their heads and sped up.

Yi Chichi squatted beside Wen Shi, watching him busy himself.

Time ticked by, and finally, the bag he was holding was finished.

It’s quite ugly, but the strength lies in its solidity, and even though it has no bottom, it doesn’t affect holding stuff at all.

But—

"Are you sure it won’t fall apart halfway?"

Watching him pack the oysters and helmets into the bag, Yi Chichi grew increasingly worried; the weight seemed excessive.

The basket’s weight capacity seemed insufficient.

Wen Shi was very confident; his hands didn’t stop as he said, "Relax, I know my weaving well."

When he was back in Border City, he relied on weaving to pull three injured brothers back.

No matter how heavy the oysters are, they’re not heavier than a human body.

Soon, he packed everything and even fastened the mouth of the basket securely.

He turned around in horror, "Old Lei, let go."

"What’s wrong?"

Old Lei, led astray by his accent, was tying up the basket’s mouth. Wen Sheng raised his eyes and looked over, his face full of confusion.

"This isn’t woven well."

Wen Shi extended his hand to him, "Give it to me, I’ll tie it up."

Following Old Lei’s way of tying, the basket might fall apart just as the oysters were loaded in.

Old Lei looked at the unfinished basket in his hands and then at his tied-up basket, fell silent for two seconds, then let go, "You do it."

Old Wen’s weaving was indeed tighter, and the mouth was tied better. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Thus, Wen Shi took over Old Lei’s task.

Old Li and the others relied solely on themselves.

Soon, their woven baskets were progressively finished, and the items packed up.

"Time to head back."

Looking at each family’s harvest, everyone was satisfied.

"Let’s go!"

Grabbing their stuff, the groups headed back.

Almost as soon as they left, the seawater started to rise.

By the time they got home, it was already close to ten o’clock.

With a rushing sound, Wen Shi poured out all the seafood from the buckets and woven baskets.

He took out two bowls, one of which was a large wooden bowl, the size of which was astonishing.

Wen Shi could sit entirely inside with space to spare.

Imagining how large that bowl is, especially when it’s piled full of oysters, helmets, cat eye snails, and the like.

"Today’s harvest is pretty good."

Wen Shi was delighted, and Yi Chichi nodded in agreement, "Thankfully you went; if I went alone, I definitely wouldn’t have brought back so much."

Strength isn’t that great; stopping when close to full would have been necessary.

Otherwise, there’s no way to bring back what you’ve picked.

Wen Shi made a sound of acknowledgment, "Next time, I’ll accompany you again."

Yi Chichi crouched beside him, watching him handle the grouper, "Do you still have time? Old He and the others should be back soon for their turn on duty, right?!"

Wen Shi paused, "There will always be opportunities in the future."

That’s true.

"Wife, how do you plan to eat these?"

Yi Chichi thought for a moment, "We can’t eat all this, so tomorrow let’s steam some scallops, make some fish, and whip up a cucumber salad. As for the rest, drying it into preserved food sound good to you?"

"Let’s do as you said."

Many others shared Yi Chichi’s idea.

Thus, the next day in the residential area, if not every household started drying seafood, it’s pretty close.

In the afternoon, Madam Lei came over, looking glum, "Xiao Yi, do you know how to cook that moray eel?"

Yi Chichi, "??? Old Lei can’t cook?"

"He’s not home."

The implication: not reliable.

She gave a twitch at the mouth corner, "Does your family prefer sweet, salty, or spicy taste?"

"Spicy!"

"Three meals a day are spicy?"

"Yes, indeed."

Goodness, this family are true warriors.

In this tropical island weather, with three spicy meals a day, they’re somehow not getting sick.

Their vigor is truly remarkable.

If they can eat spicy food, then let’s make spicy stir-fried moray eel.

As for other ways...

Forget it, I’ll write them all down for her.

With such a big moray eel, only cooking spicy stir-fry would be too wasteful.

Why not try cooking it in three different ways?

"Sis, hold on; let me write down some recipes for you."

Madam Lei has a poor memory and tends to forget things easily.

Knowing her foible, she eagerly nodded in agreement.

Three minutes later, Yi Chichi handed her the written recipes, "You can use them for other dishes too."

Anyway, according to modern methods of cooking meats, it won’t end up tasting too bad.

As for those with clumsy hands who have a penchant for creating culinary disasters, never mind.

Even being taught step-by-step, they still manage to create culinary disasters—a true helpless case.

Reflecting on this, she curiously asked, "Sis, how’s your cooking skill?"

Madam Lei, who was holding the recipe, spontaneously replied, "It’s okay; won’t kill anyone."

As for diarrhea or the like, that’s just minor problems.

"But..."

There’s more?

Yi Chichi perked up her ears, hearing her say, "My kid hates my cooking, says it’s pig feed, and asks if they can eat at the canteen every day."

This doesn’t seem like an ’okay’ level of skill.

If the kid would rather eat at the canteen every day than eat at home, how did Madam Lei manage to say it’s okay?

Unable to resist her curiosity, she asked, "Did you agree?"

"What are you thinking? No decent family can afford to eat at the canteen every day. Eating the vegetables from my garden at home doesn’t waste anything, and the seafood harvest is the same."