Those years of farming in the mountains

Chapter 100 Isn't something wrong?

Staying in the temple for the past few days, I fiddled with the millet seedlings in the medicine field all day long, seeing the greenness in front of my eyes, I went out to the mountains for a walk when I was free.

"This place is nice."

The woods are not dense, and the branches and leaves are not lush.

But it was very peaceful, and the chirping of the birds made this point even more prominent, and he couldn't help admiring.

The stream is gurgling, not far away, there is a side of the earth wall, flowing down a large mountain spring, which gathers in the sunken pothole, overflows and flows into the creek.

The floor is paved with cobblestones, and many of them in the stream are shining brightly under the sparse sunlight, rippling with the flowing water, and rippling with sparkling halos.

Squeezing a piece in his hand, Chen Yu bowed his back sideways, and with a flick of his arm, he saw the stone flakes whirling and flying over the water surface, and three or five splashes of water fell out, until they finally hit the rocks and could barely stop. down, into the water.

Pfft!
The sinking flakes disturbed the surroundings, and several gibel crucian carp hurriedly rushed away, bursting out bursts of air bubbles.

Sure enough there are fish.

He looked at it with a clear face, knowing that his trip today would definitely set a record, sweep away the previous failures, and revive the fisherman's prestige.

I found a bay mouth, the wind was calm, and the current was not so turbulent.Chen Yu untied all kinds of objects on his body and placed them in front of him one by one.

String bait and lower the pole.

Throw two handfuls of millet.

This is all he can come up with now, and he can't even make some wine and rice, but there is no shortage of nests that need to be made.

This is the soul of wild fishing.

The rice falls, some float on the water surface, and some sink to the bottom, attracting swimming fish to patronize.

"If only there was corn."

Corn kernels are also a favorite of fish, especially grass carp.

In fact, he even wanted to eat it himself.

Whether it's polenta, tortillas, steamed corn on the cob, or corn buns, it's been a long time since I tried them.

It's a pity that there is no one under the mountain, and I don't know which mountain corner is waiting to be discovered.

boom~
The bait fell into the water and floated.

The breeze was blowing, bringing a little fragrance of grass and trees. He raised his eyes and looked not far away. On a crooked ancient tree, the vines hanging on the branches bear orange-yellow fruits, some of which are still slightly green, but there are also a few ripe, Fragrant.

After eyeballing the float, he stood up and walked a few steps away, then waded through the shallower part of the stream, came to the tree and jumped to pick a bunch.

There are about a dozen of them, the size of a longan.

Pick and choose, and finally only leave five mature ones in my arms.

After returning to the opposite bank, he was washed by the mountain spring. Chen Yu sat on the rocky beach, staring at the float while feeling the cool breeze and the gurgling sound of the water.The mountains and fields are quiet, and even with him, he seems to have lost all kinds of distracting thoughts, and his mood has become peaceful.

Pinch the fruit and peel off the outer skin, revealing the slightly whitish flesh.took a bite.

The juice is sweet and infiltrates the taste buds.

At this time, the float trembled, he took the fruit in his mouth, and immediately stretched forward half a foot to lift the pole.

Crash.

The stream was flowing, and Chen Yu looked at the empty fishhook swinging back and forth in front of him, as if he had returned to the stone pool behind the mountain for a moment.

"There is no black fish in this place!"

Facts have proved that there is only one black fish, and it is estimated that it is still staying on the mountain, but there are too many small fish in the stream.

One mouthful or two, almost uninterrupted, but still unable to pull it up.Ups and downs of dozens of rods, not to mention fish, not even half of the fish's tail was seen.

Fishing time is always very fast, but Chen Yu feels that the days are like years, sitting on the rocky beach, staring blankly at the fish basket that has not been launched so far.

What went wrong?

No fish in the water?He shook his head. Obviously, this stream has a lot of fish, not many people, and the environment is excellent.

He couldn't figure it out, it's impossible that all the fish in this world don't eat earthworms.That's not possible, the black fish has also dropped its mouth a few times before, but it just kept getting off the hook and couldn't catch it.

It's a matter of skill and luck.

Chen Yu thought for a moment, then changed places.This time, I finally got something - a thumb-thick hemp ridge was fluttering, a pair of small eyes were on the top of the round head, the mouth was wide open, and the scales on the body were smaller than a grain of rice.

Eyelids twitched, he threw the guy back into the water, it was too small, about an inch.Leaving aside the internal organs, it might not be found in the frying pan.

Throw it far away, and hope you don't come back hungry for bait.

……

The stream water is cold and flows around the legs, leaving a soft floating feeling.

At this moment, Chen Yu was bending over and standing on a shallow beach.

I found a few potholes with rippling water, put the shrimp basket in my hand inside, buried stones, and placed it on the bottom of the water.

Standing up straight, his eyes fell on the water area where five or six baskets had already been placed. He sighed helplessly, as expected, he was not compatible with the fish.

In the distance, a long pole was inserted into the ground, with a thin thread hanging from one end, floating quietly in the water.

too difficult.

It failed to open for more than two hours, and it was still quick to find crabs and catch some loaches.

Of course, this creek is not as good as the one we met in the mountains. There are few mountain crabs and loaches, but there are many small pincers and rice shrimps in the shallow water.

The former are mostly found in underwater rock crevices, while the latter are concentrated in aquatic plants and vines on the shore.

Chen Yu gave up guarding the pole and waiting for the fish, and simply set up the basket first, and it would not be bad if he could catch a few unlucky shrimps and go back.

As long as you don't leave empty-handed it's fine.

Anglers, never airmen.

After muttering for a while, he finally put down most of the baskets, leaving only the biggest one.Then I saw him stepping on the stream, moving stones to block the narrowest waterway behind him.

There is a gap in the middle, and the shrimp baskets are filled in, neatly stacked with stones.In this way, the water flows through the gap, but the fish and shrimp can only drill into the basket.

Then there was waiting, and Chen Yu returned to the fishing place to continue his unfinished wild fishing.It doesn't matter whether you catch it or not, it's right to come out this time to relax and feel natural.

Thinking about it this way, I suddenly felt that the gloom seemed to dissipate a bit.

……

"Collect the rod, go back!"

Whoa!
It was getting late, and Chen Yu didn't want to spend any more time in vain, and the fishing rod still failed to open—in fact, it can't be said that, at least it did catch a 'giant' today.

Not even an inch.

When he came to the stream, he put the basket away before mentioning it, looked around, and then he was silent.

I saw two four-finger gibel crucian carp jumping non-stop, crackling, full of vitality.

The basket is not big, and these two are estimated to be three or two upwards. This is not too small in the wild in the mountains and forests, and the entire shrimp basket is almost full.

what is this?What is lost in the east and the mulberry elm harvested?

He shook his head and chuckled, rolled up his trouser legs, and stepped into the water.

Another one was mentioned, a big crab showing off its might.

Another one, a fat crucian carp the size of a palm is staring wide-eyed, staring blankly at the sky.

"..."

Chen Yu pondered, this one looks like a shrimp basket, right?

Why do you keep digging in?

Immediately, he turned his head and looked at the exquisite fishing rod on the shore. This fishing tackle was made by cutting bamboo, hanging, and drying in the shade for several days. It took a lot of effort to make it by himself. Can taste fishy.

Looking at the shrimp baskets weaved by hand and intending to burn them as firewood after two uses, he didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only silently grab the shrimp baskets one by one.

There are crabs, loach, and crucian carp.

However, he looked at these gains and was speechless for a long time.

Indeed, far beyond expectations.

"But……"

"Why is there no shrimp?"

He held the largest shrimp basket in his hand, and amidst the sound of rushing water, the fish full of them huddled together.

Chen Yu stood still in the stream, very puzzled.

(End of this chapter)