Riding the wind of rebirth

Chapter 698 Harvest
But I also despise my own urine, there is no way Yang He can't move, Jiang Hongxing is at the bow, he still has to come now.

He took a few handfuls of river water and gave Yang He a rush, so Zhou Zhi had no choice but to squat down and squeeze Yang He's blood.

The effect of hot urine seemed to be really good, Zhou Zhi cautiously increased his strength, but Yang He stopped screaming, and instead said: "Don't be afraid of your elbows, a little more strength will do."

"You really have fat feet." Zhou Zhi wanted to laugh when he saw Yang He's fat feet, which were swollen like the surface of a piece of bread, "Why don't you ask my aunt to put some rice milk on my hair, so we can make fat cakes tomorrow morning?"

Yang and himself also found it funny: "I can't come tonight, I wasted the good harvest of this net."

"What do you mean?" Zhou Zhi couldn't understand the words: "Aren't the fish in this net still there?"

"What the monk means is that we have found a good fish nest, so we will continue to lay it down and collect it at night." Jiang Hongxing collected all the silk nets at this time. After the silk nets were squeezed onto the bamboo poles, the tops were densely packed It's full of fish: "You are really lucky stars. This net must have fallen into a crevice in the rock, otherwise there would not be so many good fish caught."

"Then untie the buoy, tie a stone and throw it down, and we'll come back after we send the monk back." Zhou Zhi offered an idea while squeezing Yang He's blood.

"There is no such rule." Jiang Hongxing said with a smile, as if doing so would violate some industry taboo: "If the blood can't be squeezed out, give it to the monk again, and then wipe it with the mucus of Huang Lading, and it will heal after a while alright."

After Zhou Zhi exhausted the precious medicine in his lower abdomen, Yang He's feet did not continue to swell, and began to shrink back.

"I just said you shouldn't float down, Grandpa Jiangshen, this is called a small punishment."

"The idea is all from the elbow, why punish me?" Yang He muttered as soon as he heard it.

"It doesn't matter if the hand slips and the shot misses, it's the same as my first shot." Zhou Zhi joked openly.

"Okay, it's okay, let's go back."

Now Yang He couldn't bear it anymore: "I feel that it's all right, why don't we catch the fish and then catch it?"

Jiang Hongxing also felt that it was a pity that only one net could be played in this place: "What do you think of the elbow?"

"Monk, are you really alright?" Zhou Zhi asked.

"It's all right now. Uncle Jiang's folk prescription works wonders, and I learned another trick." Yang He was quite happy.

"Then come again!" Zhou Zhi himself didn't want to leave.

Jiang Hongxing took out a basin from under the deck of the bow: "Put the yellow spicy diced in it first, be careful this time."

So the three of them began to do the hard work of getting fish from the crematorium for a moment of pleasure.

It took more than an hour to finish taking all the fish from the net, and when Zhou Zhi straightened his back up again, he seemed to hear the joints in his waist rattling.

Yang He poured the big catfish with river water in a basin to cool down its back, and he was exhausted.

"Zhou Zhi—" "Yang He—" "Uncle Jiang—"

While getting off the net, the shouts of Jiang Shuyi and the others sounded from the shore.

"Here—" Zhou Zhi stood up and shouted against Jiang Feng, but the friends probably couldn't hear him either.

After a while, several figures turned around the bamboo forest and saw Zhou Zhi's boat, they seemed to be relieved, and waved to them from the shore.

"Uncle Jiang, let's go first." Zhou Zhi said with a smile, "Let's see who gets home first."

Jiang Hongxing smiled and said, "Go, I'll paddle back after downloading the net, probably earlier than you."

Zhou Zhi and Yang He jumped into the water and swam towards the shore.

When he got up from the water, Zhou Zhi asked, "Why don't you catch fish anymore?"

Jiang Shuyi said with some fear: "We saw a snake..."

"When the water rises, the snakes on the island will become denser. It's not surprising to see them. Isn't it the plane and Zhang Lu?" Zhou Zhi asked, "Where is Miss Hong? She doesn't know how to catch snakes, does she?"

"Yeah." Sure enough, as Zhou Zhi expected, Zhang Xinyi said, "She asked Shang Wenyu to go with her."

"Let's go and have a look." Zhou Zhi wasn't too worried about how venomous snakes there would be on the island. Except for Zhuyeqing and Branding Ironhead, the other snakes and pheasant necks in Jiachuan area were not very poisonous.

What's more, the island must be rich in cauliflower snakes, that is, Wang Jin snakes. This guy often feeds on small snakes. With them, small venomous snakes like Zhuyeqing and Branding Iron Head can hardly survive.

As for the bigger cross-mountain wind, that is, the king cobra, Mr. Jiang said that he had seen it when he was just assigned to work in Jiachuan, and he had tried to collect a specimen for so many years but failed to do so.

"Monk, what's wrong with your feet?" Feng Xueshan was careful and noticed Yang He's swollen feet.

"Accidentally stabbed Huang La Ding, it has been dealt with." Zhou Zhi sneered: "I still learned the skill of tearing Huang La Ding from him, but it turned out to be so careless."

"Really? I heard that it hurts to be stabbed by Huang Lading." Feng Xueshan hurried over to support Yang He's arm, and gave Zhou Zhi a blank look: "Monk, can you go? Shiqing will help!"

"It's really not..." Zhou Zhi wanted to tell about his great achievements in dealing with Yang He's wound, but Feng Xueshan gave Feng Xueshan another stare, so he had to shut up.

Yang and He had received such treatment before, their left and right arms were full of nephrite jade and fragrance, but now they really can't even walk.

When they returned to the place where they fished, Fang Wenyu was already packing the nets, Zhang Luweifei and Liang Hong were already counting the fish.

"Where's the snake?"

"Ran."

"Ran?"

"I can't find it anyway." Fang Wenyu said, "Why don't you go and have a look, they said they found it under the bamboo forest."

"Forget it, I'm too busy with business," Zhou Zhi knelt down to help Fang Wenyu break up the big bag: "How's the harvest?"

Speaking of this, Fang Wenyu was proud, but the child didn't know what to say: "Anyway, I made more money by myself than Airpass Passepartout and the others!"

"What are you so proud of? You only have good tools." Zhou Zhi said with a smile, "Airplanes, how much have you done?"

The "you" gave Wei Fei a strong psychological hint. Elbow has included me in the group of hardworking bees, and immediately replied: "We made four or five catties!"

Four or five catties have been made here, and Marshal Fang must have made no less than this amount, which is already more than ten catties of small fish and shrimps.

In addition to the yellow pepper and small miscellaneous fish on the boat, as well as some crucian carp and carp, except for the [-]-jin big river catfish that was harvested with great luck, the normal catch alone exceeded [-] catties.

Zhongba Neijiang is a famous fish nest in the Yangtze River, and it really lives up to its reputation.

However, this grand occasion can't last long. Even the Jiachuan River Fresh Market has begun to shrink, and Mr. Hu has to get up early every day and go to the water's edge to collect fish.

It's just that the scope of this resource depletion has not yet expanded to the Zhongba Neijiang, which is dozens of miles away.

It was not easy to pack up the things, and everyone walked towards the manor with the harvest on their shoulders.

The severe test is yet to come.

Back outside the manor, several large basins had been placed here, and a pipe was connected to it, and Jiang Hongxing's guest was pouring water into several basins.

There are already some fish in the three pots, yellow spicy diced and crucian carp are still alive, swimming happily in the pots, and there is a pile of dead ones outside the pots.

(End of this chapter)