Chapter 677 Fish Banquet

He looked down at the red mark on his chest and felt the fire was burning. The fat man couldn't help but feel evil and said to his gallbladder: "I'll eat this big fish this afternoon-"

That is, he has a good physique, and if he changes to someone else, he will be able to raise him for half a month at once.

"Leave it to me!" Mo Rigen saw the fat man taking out a knife to slaughter the fish, so he hurriedly came over. No matter what, he was such a large piece of fish skin, and he had to keep whatever he said.

These days, there are fewer and fewer big fish. If you sew a fish leather jacket, you can’t make a fish skin of less than two or three pounds. Not only is it small, the texture is not tough enough.

The fat man handed him the knife, but Mo Rigen first cut off the fish head, then cut two pieces on his back, both from beginning to end. Then, he took out a small knife shaped like a crescent moon in his pocket and began to peel off his skin.

Qiqi and Ye Zi both squatted beside him and looked at it: "Million knife? How hard it is-"

"If we use an iron knife, it is easy to cut the fish skin. The tools for us Hezhe people to clean up the fish skin are all made of wood, including wooden hammers, wooden axes, and wooden saws. This time, we didn't bring them here." Mo Rigen said while peeling the fish skin. When he was about torn, he tore it hard with both hands, and half of the fish skin was peeled off completely.

"I'll scrape the fish scales." Ye Zi volunteered.

"After the vagina dryness, use a wooden saw to remove the scales. Now, scrape it and hurt the fish skin, it will not be strong." Mo Rigen asked the fat man to find a large wooden board, then stretch the fish skin flat and nail it to it. After the vagina dryness, it can be tanned.

"Uncle Hero, when will I make fish skin jackets for me?" Qiqi knew what Mo Rigen meant to express the hero, so she asked him with her big eyes.

"The real hero is your fat uncle. If you can catch such a big fish from the water with bare hands, that's a hero." Mo Rigen kissed Qiqi's forehead and said, "These two pieces of fish skin are enough to make you a pair of fish skin pants. At that time, pick some red flowers and dye the fish skin red-"

The fat man was embarrassed by his praise: "Hehe, I just got a tiger's energy after I was beaten, hahaha-- Brother Mo Rigen, are you still satisfied with our place?"

Mo Rigen nodded repeatedly: "After I go back, I will tell my clan members, I guess everyone will rush to come!"

The fat man was overjoyed and blinked his eyes and said, "That's best. By the way, I will restore some of the traditional crafts of your nation, such as birch bark hats, fish-skin clothes, and roe-skin rooster robes. These can be sold. Not to mention anything else, this set of fish-skin clothes costs thousands of yuan."

"There are more than 5,000 people in our tribe. You can't live here, fat man." Mo Rigen said with a smile.

"Hehe, let's have twenty or thirty people first. It's best to be from one family to another. The others will talk about the situation in the future." The fat man had a long time ago, and he didn't know whether this matter could be done or not. He would try it first.

"We Ewenk people are here too." Niglai also said respectfully from the side.

"And we Oroqen people!" Bo Shanhua also spoke very proudly.

"Okay, this is the family. We will divide it into four small tribes, each with twenty or thirty people. We must bring all the most distinctive things of our nation, form a ethnic village, and develop together." The fat man didn't expect this to go so smoothly. You must know that it is not easy to ask a nation to leave their settlement. Fortunately, there are mountains and waters here in Koshantun, which is charming enough.

"We don't care about the development of the Ministry of Development. As long as we can hunt and fish, we will be content." Several people laughed. Their thoughts were relatively simple, not to make money, but to inherit and carry forward the traditions of their nation.

The fat man shook his head: "I know everyone's thoughts, but with an economic foundation, it's easier to do things. My initial idea is that we will take half of the benefits of tourism, so let's see how it will happen?"

Those people were generous men, so of course they didn't say anything, and they all nodded in agreement. The fat man waved his arm with great enthusiasm: "Let's go back and have a drink to celebrate. Let's leave this fish to the Morigen brothers to clean up, and let's try the authentic Hezhe fish feast."

When he arrived at the goose farm, Mo Rigen began to clean up the big fish. He first cut open his stomach, reached in, and pulled out two large fish roe more than a foot long, with dark green particles the size of rice grains. Mo Rigen laughed: "I'm so lucky, I'll eat raw caviar now."

He rinsed two slices of fish roe in water, then grabbed them with his hands, sprinkled them with salt, vinegar, chili and coriander, and put them on a plate, and it was done.

The fat man couldn't help but taste it with a small spoon. It tasted fresh and it was indeed unique. Mo Rigen on the other side began to cut shredded fish again, and he muttered in his mouth: "If the roe of salmon is more beautiful, each of them is the size of soybeans, crystal clear and like red pearls, and it tastes more chewy. If you can also eat sashimi in winter, use a plane to directly tilize the fish into pieces, as white as snow, dip it in some salt flowers, which is called fresh."

"Haha, we've really eaten this." The fat man glanced at the owner of the car. He had eaten sashimi during winter fishing, but he didn't have a plane on hand, and he was cut with a knife, so he probably didn't have that thin.

"Winter travel, fishing is the highlight." The fat man knew the fun of winter fishing.

"That's all. When it comes to the sun, it's just a dog pulling a sled. When it comes to the river, it's so satisfying." Mo Rigen cut the fish and mix it with vinegar first. When eating, add fine salt and a few vegetables to decorate it. This is the raw fish that fat people can do, but it's not so rough and use less vinegar.

Seeing that more than half of the fish are left, Mo Rigen cut off a few slices of fish, put them on willow branches, and roast them on fire outside. This is called "Baolu", which is actually grilled fish. However, the firewood used is very particular. Different firewood can roast different flavors of roasted Lu, which are ever-changing.

"The rest can only be marinated and made into fish crusts, or made into fish crusts." Mo Rigen said, looking at the remaining half of the fish meat, in short, it cannot be wasted.

"Yumazi?" Qiqi and Ye Zi met each other in a pair of eyes: "What is this?"

"Hahaha, it's fish floss. The little kid likes to eat the most. Uncle will make it for you." Mo Rigen seemed to be really trying to show off his hands, throwing the remaining fish into the pot, and not putting any ingredients, and putting them on the heat to cook.

When the fish is almost cooked, take it out, press out the juice from the fish, then pick up a small rolling pin, and start pounding it hard in the basin.

Then cook wheat straw on the bottom of the pot and put the mashed fish into it. Slowly burn the bottom of the pot. The fish in the pot made a slight squeaking sound, and the color gradually turned golden, and a fragrance emanated. People in the room sucked their noses, making them very noisy.

"The fish must be made of big fish. After it is fried, it will be fluffy and fluffy. It is best to be salmon and big fish." Mo Rigen put some salt and sugar water into the pot, continued to stir-fry for a while, then served, cooled a little, and rub it loose with his hands. In a short while, two large pots of fish floss were displayed in front of everyone.

Qiqi and Ye Zi both pinched a small pinch, put it in their mouths, chewed it slowly, and the sweet smell was full of the mouth. It was best to eat it as a snack.

Of course, the fat man was not willing to fall behind. He stretched out his five-toothed slut, and he grabbed half a basin in one go. Qiqi was anxious when he saw it: "Fat Uncle, this is what the child eats--"

"Hehe, if you compete with your boss and grandpa, you will be a child." The fat man grabbed some fish with his other hand and stuffed it into his mouth. A trace of it drooped out of the corners of his mouth. Just this way of eating is definitely the fat man's patent.

In a short while, a table of banquets with the traditional flavor of Hezheren were ready to go neatly. Everyone sat around two tables, chewing the aroma of wormwood, and the sour, smooth and refreshing fish, which really had a unique flavor.

"These dishes are all good, but they are a bit monotonous and can't be served. There must be ten or eight dishes on a table, so they have to discover some ethnic characteristics." After drinking three glasses of white wine, the fat man's face was neither red nor white, and he didn't say anything.

Mo Rigen, Boshanhua and several Mongolian rich tourists were all the ones who could drink. When they got together, they all threw their arms around and poured them out. Boshanhua was also interested when he heard the fat man say this: "Our Oroqen people also have their own food culture. The most famous stewed fish with willow teeth is stewed with meat. In addition, processing roe deer meat and venison are also good. I just don't know if there is one on the mountain?"

"No need to mention the diet of our Mongolians, all fat people know it." Chaganbala usually mainly consists of beef and mutton, and she really feels a little fresh about fish dishes. She took a piece of Shaolu and ripped it off, and ate it very generously.

The fat man couldn't help but feel a little fluttering: "Today we have received help from brothers of all ethnic groups, and our big thing can be accomplished. Come and do another one!"

Everyone cleared the cups again. While they were still understanding, the fat man quickly explained the plan so that he would not be dizzy after a while: "After you go back, prepare by yourself. In short, all the national food, clothing, housing and transportation customs and habits must be copied. We will start construction in the spring of the next year, and it will be officially opened by this time next year!"

Mo Rigen rubbed his big hands: "Fatty, I'm going back and I'm going to come again, catch a few more big fish and make a few sets of fish-skin coats. This thing is time-consuming and labor-intensive, so it's better to start early."

The fat man blinked his eyes and nodded: "What should be prepared is to start early. Brother Bo, you have to make a batch of bows and arrows, preferably crossbows, which are easy to get started, and you don't need to be too strong. Just hit a pheasant and hare or something."

Boshanhua also agreed: "No problem, our traditional hunting is the most proficient in bows and swords. However, it seems that it is not strong enough for pheasants and rabbits. It is better to have wild boars, sika deer, etc.."

The fat man grabbed the back of his head: "We still keep these things for ourselves, so it's good for tourists to beat hares or foxes."

Bo Shanhua was overjoyed when he heard this. In fact, the fat man was mainly worried about danger. After all, if the wild boar gets angry, ordinary hunters can't cover it.

As we talked and talked, all of these men were put on the movies until the end of the drink. Even the fat man was no exception, lying on the kang, snoring like thunder.

"A bunch of drunks, no matter you--" Qiqi wrinkled her little nose, stuffed a handful of fish into her mouth, and then rode on the horse with Ye Zi and ran away.
Chapter completed!