Like many hardworking women in my hometown, my mother can cook pickles, which is called "pickles" in my hometown. Every early spring, the "pimple" vegetables in the garden grow well, and a bag is full of stumps. At this time, my mother took advantage of the fine weather to scoop up a knot in one's vegetable, peel off the old rotten skin, remove the particularly old leaves and cut them into two pieces, put them in the pond, clean up the stumps and dry them.
Then put it into a water tank and marinate it with salt. The good vegetable bumps under the salt give off a burst of fragrance, the color of the bumps turns green and the meat feels fresh and tender. Then you can dry it. The long rope is covered with pickles. The sun shines slowly and the color of vegetables begins to turn yellow. When we were young, we surprised adults. When adults found out, they always said, you can't eat it. If you eat it, you will have a "throat". My hometown is on the bank of the canal in Tongzhou, Beijing. Boys who grew up on the banks of the canal can catch fish and shrimp from an early age. I like eating fish very much, and I often catch three small fish.
Dress two small fish with wicker, carry a string of small fish home, and stay in mom's mourning hall like a greedy cat. A few small fish have become my meal. Later, he tried to catch some big fish, but he never caught them. Every time I think about the delicious fish in front of me, my mouth water. I pestered my parents several times and asked: What if I can't eat big fish? My parents said, "I don't know. Finally, my childhood was a period of national economic difficulties in the last century, and I spent half a year growing grain and looking for leading cadres. Few ordinary people can fill their stomachs. " "Buying big fish" is a child's fantasy! But my fantasy finally came true.