Mountain Village Xiao Shennong

Chapter 134 Catch Loach, Shame!
He Chang was driving the locomotive and walking downstream. Along the way, it can be said that he has earned enough attention and made passers-by amazed again and again.

After walking for about ten miles, the car stopped at a muddy field with aquatic plants in the downstream.

The group got out of the car and rested for a while. Song Meijuan took out a red bucket from her bag, took off her shoes, revealing a pair of white and tender feet, pulled up her trouser legs, and went down into the mud with He Chang to catch loaches.

Si Xia carried the camera on his shoulders, played Kunyu's "A Little Ballad of a Wooden Bridge", and started filming.

The scenery of the mountains is leisurely, hold a handful of small streams
walk down the cobblestones

Qingwa Red Bridge around the entrance of the village

Whose girl has crooked eyebrows and wants to keep her
Little boy, don't rush all the way
The look is leisurely, three points green as before

……

All of a sudden, [-] sailors flooded into her live broadcast room, typing and discussing one by one.

"Guess everyone, what are the little brother and the young sister grabbing in the mud?"

"Crab!"

"I think it's an old turtle!"

"Clams!"

"What you said is wrong. My hometown is in the countryside. There are a lot of loaches and eels in this kind of mud. I think it's just these two things. It's not bad!"

"Usually, I think this young lady is quite quiet, why is she so fierce this time, she went down to the mud to catch loaches!"

"I just like watching the young lady catch loach, it's exciting!"

"Loach is good for making sweet and sour!"

"I'm Sichuan girl, I like spicy food!"

……

He Changzai and Song Meijuan didn't know the eager discussion of the water friends in the live broadcast room, and they were immersed in grabbing the loach.

Song Meijuan caught it for a while, and was close to catching it several times, but the loach slipped away from her hands all the time. She looked a little anxious, and dense sweat dripped from her forehead.

He Chang was also very good at scouring when he was a child. He often went down to the river to play. Naturally, he caught loaches, and he caught them with ease. He had already thrown seven or eight lively loaches into the red bucket.

He came back to his senses and said to Song Meijuan: "Don't panic, after touching the loach in the mud, be quick and firm, just grab it!"

"Okay, I'll give it a try!"

Song Meijuan stood in the mud, calmed down for a while, took a rest, and started to grab.

Sure enough, after being instructed by He Changzai, she smiled and threw two loaches into the red bucket one after another with excitement.

"Snake, there is a snake...Chang Zai, come and save me!"

Suddenly, Song Meijuan touched something thick and slippery, she screamed in fright, her face paled, and she let go of her hand quickly.

He Changzai threw a loach into the bucket and walked over quickly.

He grabbed a rice field eel about a foot long that jumped out of the mud, and said to Song Meijuan:
"Song Meijuan, don't be afraid, rice field eel, it's rice field eel!"

"Oh, I was in a hurry just now, and I stepped on my foot a little bit, and I couldn't pull out my leg. Chang Zai, come and help me!"

Song Meijuan bit her lips lightly, and kept pumping her legs vigorously, but she sank deeper and deeper, and said anxiously.

In the live broadcast room, a group of water friends saw that Song Meijuan was in trouble, and they typed one after another.

"Brother, let go of that girl and let me come!"

"I feel sorry for Miss Sister, don't pull your legs, you will be sucked tighter and tighter by the mud!"

"Eel, it's all your fault, you scared the young lady!"

"Miss, if it really doesn't work, just lie on the muddy ground and come out slowly!"

"Upstairs, do you want to dirty Miss Sister, it's too disgusting!"

……

After He Chang threw the eel in his hand into the bucket, he walked up to Song Meijuan.

He leaned over and washed his hands in a shallow layer of water on the mud floor, and wiped his clothes.

First, he took her arm with both hands and pulled it out, then held it and pulled it out.

"Hey, it hurts so much, He Changzai, can you be gentle!"

Song Meijuan felt her chest was touched, her legs hurt a little, her pretty face was slightly flushed, and He Changzai glanced at her, and complained.

He Changzai smiled helplessly, let go of Song Meijuan, stopped pulling hard, and started digging the mud under her feet.

Inadvertently, his hand touched a hard object, his eyes were wide open, his face was beaming, and he pulled out a river clam the size of a small washbasin from the mud.

Immediately afterwards, he threw it aside, digging mud to help Song Meijuan get out of trouble, and landed.

In the live broadcast room, water friends typed and commented one by one.

"I don't know, have you seen the finger prints on Miss Sister's chest? It must have been left when Brother hugged her!"

"Why can't I meet this kind of opportunity!"

"Visually, the young lady is not small, it should be G!"

"The old pervert upstairs, I think the little brother probably did it unintentionally!"

"Green live broadcast, don't mess with the rhythm!"

"That clam is so big, everyone guess if there are any pearls in it!"

"I bet a bag of spicy strips, there are no pearls in this mussel!"

"Follow a bag!"

"There are pearls, I will use the plane!"

……

After He Chang sent Song Meijuan to the shore, he caught half a bucket of loach by himself, carrying the bucket in one hand and the mussel in the other, and went ashore.

A group of people came to a clear river and began to deal with the loach, the eel, and the big river mussel.

Song Meijuan looked at the many snails attached to the stones by the river, and couldn't help but say:
"Chang Zai, there are many snails in this river!"

He Changzai smiled lightly, "Girl, I can't finish eating the loach today...don't even think about the snails, next time!"

While talking, he used the Qingshuang dagger brought by Song Meijuan to deal with these things, then handed her to clean them, and said casually:
"Song Meijuan, should our loach be made into soup or fried!"

"Fry it, it's too fishy to make soup, and it doesn't have much meat!"

"Well, it really coincides with my thoughts!"

He Changzai nodded, and after a while, he wiped out the loach and rice field eel, killing them all. He stabbed the clam's tightly closed mouth with a dagger, and slowly pried it open.

Everyone in the live broadcast room was staring at the screen with anticipation on their faces, as if they were gambling, with their hearts raised in their throats.

As the mussels were pried open, no pearls appeared.

After seeing that there are no pearls in the mussels, all the water friends feel sorry, some think it should be so, and some are proud, and their hearts are at ease.

He Changzai cut off a large piece of fat from the mussel with a dagger, and handed it to Song Meijuan.

He ran to the side and took out the frying pan from the bag.

I found a few big stones from the river to make a stove, and made a fire to cook.

After a while, Song Meijuan processed all the ingredients, and the oil in the pot was also hot.

He Changzai threw Song Meijuan's chopped onion, ginger, garlic, pepper, anise and other things into the pot.

Then, with a thud, half a basin of meat was poured in.

It didn't take long for the loach, rice field eel, and mussel meat to be fried and browned, exuding a tempting aroma.

He Changzai took the pot off the fire and poured the contents into an iron basin.

Song Meijuan took it out of her bag, went down to the cellar, poured a bottle of mulberry wine, and poured a glass for each of the three of them.

He Chang was picking up the wine in the glass, wanting to say that the older it gets, the better it gets. Song Meijuan was too hasty to drink it so early.

But seeing that she was in a good mood, he shut up and didn't say anything.

Si Xia put the camera on the side of the water, filmed on a big rock, and joined the ranks of the two.

A group of three people, toasting to each other, started to eat, with satisfied expressions on their faces, and the food was very enjoyable.

In the live broadcast room, a group of water friends swallowed saliva greedily, and some saliva dripped onto the screen.

(End of this chapter)