Those years of farming in the mountains

Chapter 51 Looking back at dusk, the fish was in the depths of the pool

The pool water is rippling.

The mottled bamboo pole is stretched out, the old god Chen Yu is there, and the indifferent temperament lingers, as if he doesn't care.

But the line of sight tightly fixed on the float still reveals the truth in his heart.

The air in the mountains was fresh and breathing. He sat on the sandbar and stared at the motionless float.

A quarter of an hour passed, and a dragonfly landed on the pole.

Half an hour passed, and the second dragonfly landed on the fishing rod, which was very close to the previous one. The two dragonflies flapped their wings and gradually moved together.

Chen Yu's face was stiff, and he looked back at the slender grass leaves around the lake. Sure enough, there were also some dragonflies flying on it.

Look at the float again, it still doesn't move.Just floating quietly in the water.On the contrary, there are more and more dragonflies and butterflies on the pole.

He pulled the pole, and the flying insects left in a panic.

His eyes fell on the fishhook, the originally ruddy earthworms were almost bleached, but they were still intact, obviously no fish had visited during this hour.

The black fish who had been bothering him the previous two times also did not appear.

Although he was puzzled, since the black fish didn't come to make trouble, it was still possible to open today.

Parallel and calm, Chen Yu dropped the hook again.

In a blink of an eye, another half an hour passed.

He had given up hope.After all, no matter how you look at it, the fish in the pond water are not at home today.

Of course, it may also be that there was a problem with the small bag of nest materials made of rice grains and some smelly mountain grasses. It may be that the number of fish in the water was wrongly estimated and the number of fish in the water was too much, which led to overfeeding. The smell is too strong to be smoked away.

In short, today is probably another fruitless day.

At this time, Chen Yu calmed down and stopped thinking about the fish in the pond, but relaxed himself and admired the surrounding scenery.

Compared with what I watched for several months in the Taoist temple, the picture in front of me is indeed much fresher.

Take the right to come to visit the mountains and rivers by yourself.

He looked back at the fish basket where the sound of gurgling and bubbling was faintly heard. He actually gained a lot this time, and it is not good to be greedy.

"Forget it, if you can't catch it, you can't catch it."

Looking at the pool, Chen Yu smiled freely... Find a chance to block the top in the future, and then empty the pool.

Although the pool is deep, there is nothing difficult in the world!

In this way, if you don't believe it, you can't catch fish.

Thinking of this, he gradually "relieved".

……

Afternoon, about Moshen time.

In front of Yunhe Guan, a young man with a lot of fallen leaves and grass roots on his trouser legs returned.

Holding a fish basket and fishing rod in his hand, the bamboo basket behind his back is full.

call!
Putting down his left and right things, and climbing mountains and wading all the way, Chen Yu breathed a sigh of relief, then chose a clear water tank among the four water tanks by the wall, and poured all the crabs and loaches in the fish basket into it.

Whoa!
As soon as the water splashed, black and red crabs landed on the bottom of the tank in groups, some of them were still wrapped in aquatic plants, and dozens of pairs of large pincers were collected on both sides, running wildly.

On the surface of the water, the three loach did not move, their belly bulged and floated, their bodies were still soft, but they had no life.

There were some crushing scars on the soft and slippery skin. It was obvious that he met the irritable guy among the crabs, got caught with bruises all over his body, and died.

Fortunately, the other loach was full of vitality and had healthy bones. After thinking about it, he fished out the remaining fresh loach and put it in the water tank next to it.

Separate the two to avoid unnecessary casualties.

As for the three who had passed away, Chen Yu didn't waste it, and decided to send them a grand farewell ceremony tonight.

"It won't be long before we can still eat."

Back in the kitchen, I took the kitchen knife, basin, and dishes.

Open up the belly, squeeze out the unused fine pieces, put them on the knife and give them to the hens in the chicken coop.

Rinse and sprinkle salt to taste, but unfortunately there is no gorgon powder to thicken the gravy, otherwise the fried food will be delicious and crispy.

So he settled for the next best thing, grabbed a handful of dried mushrooms, and after cleaning, he chopped up two pieces of dried meat that he had bought from Yungu Village at the foot of the mountain.

Wild meat has a strong taste and is not suitable for this kind of soup, so I chose pheasant meat.Especially the pair of chicken wings, which he broke off, intending to have a good taste.

After finishing all this, it didn't take long for Chen Yu to put all kinds of ingredients on the chopping board and cover them with bamboo woven covers.

"In the future, we will have to grow some ginger, onion, and garlic, but if we don't use them, they still lack a bit of flavor."

Although the Taoist sects in this life do not avoid meat such as pork and mutton, there are still many Taoist priests in Wuxin who abide by the precepts and seldom eat.

The five spices are scallions, garlic, leeks, green onions, and coriander.

The last one is also known as coriander.

In short, in the eyes of Taoist priests who pursue "cleanness", these things are fishy, ​​and eating too much is not conducive to practice.

Of course, Taoist priests who uphold these precepts are now mainly focusing on Qingwei Dao, and the principles of the Jingming School happen to focus on Qingwei.

In this way, it is not incomprehensible that there are few five spices in Yunhe Temple.

In fact, there are not many rules in this world, but there are still some precepts handed down, but most of them have been erased by time in the changing times.

For example, he once saw a story in "Guangyun Lun. Five Elements Book". Hundreds of years ago, the Taoist sect had a commandment prohibiting meat and meat. The requirements are getting stricter, so fewer and fewer people obey this rule.

Up to now, not only is meat not included in the precepts, but there is also a tradition that meat must be eaten for daily sacrifices and annual ceremonies.

The change is not that big.

However, these have nothing to do with Chen Yu.

He can eat whatever he wants.

The rules of the Taoist sect belong to the Taoist sect, and he, a fake Taoist priest, cannot be controlled.

What Chen Yu practiced was following his heart, not deliberate calculations and deliberate calculations, that kind of seeking the Tao would be too boring and not for him.

When the time came in the evening, blue smoke curled up from the chimneys of the Taoist temple.

It's sizzling!

As the loach enters the pot, the smoke explodes, and the kitchen is filled with a "wonderland" in an instant.

There was a crackling movement, and the meat of the loach in the pot gradually became browned, and the rich aroma overflowed.

Chen Yu raised water from the well. To be honest, he wanted to use the spiritual liquid, but unfortunately most of the spiritual liquid would evaporate if used, which was too wasteful.

However, although the amount of this pot is small, the taste of the mountain loach should not be bad.

Even without too many condiments, he is confident enough to make a good dish.

When the soup turned white, Chen Yu added mushrooms and sprinkled celery that had been washed in advance, not much, but enough to enhance the freshness.

……

In the mountains, Shitan.

Under the night, a bright silver moon hangs on the top of the clouds.

The soft moonlight fell, and the radiance covered the water surface, and faintly, there were strands of light gathering.

The halo is weak and slender, as if it will be cut off in the next moment. In fact, it is true. The moonlight above the pool condenses and collapses again and again.

But it still can't penetrate the water body, it can only be suspended on the water surface, rippling away like rootless duckweed.

At the same time, deep in the pool, in a stone cave.

The fish covered in pitch black is unaware of all kinds of things on the water. At this moment, it is crouching at the entrance of the cave, silently and motionless.

In the water not far from Shiyan, there was a piece of rice grains that gave off a fishy smell.

A swimming fish swayed, tentatively approaching.

The next moment, the black fish suddenly swung its tail and jumped out, biting towards the opponent.

The silt rose up, and the water in the faint scarlet was stirred and muddy.

(End of this chapter)