Song Yuanhuanzhi

The spring rain is light, the mountains and big trees are hazy, like being immersed in a thin mist.

The smell of green grass in the air is mixed with the faint scent of wild flowers.

The gurgling stream in the mountains became more and more turbulent and beautiful.

In a place where the water is calm, a figure is wearing a bamboo hat and is pulling up his trousers, with the hem of his clothes tucked around his waist.

Standing in the stream, he lifted a fish cage and brought it to the shore.

After a while, he suddenly exclaimed, "Sister, there are fish! There are so many fish!"

Not far from under the tree, a large piece of tarpaulin was unfolded, and the four corners were tied to four trees.

Under the tarpaulin, the weeds have been removed, and a clean flat land has been artificially opened up.

On the flat ground, a circular stone circle about two feet in diameter was surrounded by stones from the creek, and a fire was crackling inside, and the firewood smoked a lot because of the dampness of the firewood.

There is also a small stove next to the stone circle, on which ginger water is boiling.

It rained heavily yesterday afternoon. Originally, everyone planned to hurry to find a village or settle down in the city.

Unexpectedly, brother Mu suddenly lost his temper, and the group had no time to find a place to stay, so they had to find such a place temporarily.

Before it rained harder, everyone set up tarpaulins as a shed.

The center of the tarpaulin is also supported by a wooden stick so that rainwater will not accumulate in the center.

The group rested around the fire all night.

The mule brother who is the culprit is walking in the drizzle at this time, looking for its favorite.

Without waiting for Song Huan to respond, Adi skillfully skewered the fish with a thin vine.

The gills go in and the mouth goes out.

Today's harvest is more than the previous few times, and it is also the time when brother feels the most fulfilled.

I don't know if it's because of the rain, but this time we caught six moon snakeheads.

The largest is three fingers wide and the smallest is two fingers wide.

The length is not long.

The small one is shorter than the palm, and the big one is almost as long as the palm.

Moon snakehead has a slender swim bladder, a greenish-brown or gray-black body, a darker back, and a gray-white abdomen.

It lives in the slow-flowing mountain stream.

Ferocious.

Feeds on small fish, aquatic insects and other small aquatic animals.

Generally go out at night to forage for food, and live in aquatic plants during the day.

The meat of the snakehead is tender, with less thorns and more meat, and it tastes delicious.

The "Wuying Soup" made by Channa is even richer in nutritional value, has high edible value, and has the effects of strengthening the body, promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis in pharmacology.

Adi ran over excitedly carrying the moon snakehead.

Song Huan smiled and praised brother, the words of praise almost became her mantra.

Adi scratched the back of his head, a little shy.

Song Huan then said, "It happens that there is quite a lot of ginger water, one bowl per person, and the remaining ginger water just needs to be put in the fish and some salt."

Brother hurriedly nodded.

Channa itself is delicious, no need to add any seasoning, just add some salt, and add some wild onions, it is perfect.

Adi handed the fish directly to Fu Yuanzhi who stretched out his hand to take it, pointed to Song Huan and Fu Yuanzhi in another direction and said, "Sister, Brother Fu, I saw April bubble (raspberry) just now."

Song Huan handed over the ginger water that had been filled for a while, "Drink it."

My brother can only shut up first, and just get bored.

Song Huan then allowed him to go out.

Seeing this, Ah Di laughed, put down the bowl and ran out.

Song Huan raised his voice and yelled at Brother's back, "Put on the bamboo hat!"

Brother came to a halt with a footbrake, and quickly stabilized his body that was leaning forward due to inertia. After answering, he immediately turned around and ran back, took the bamboo hat and ran out again.

When Fu Yuanzhi was about to take the channa to disposal, Song Huan got up and brought it over, "I'll get it, there are wild onions over there, you go and pull some, and put them in the soup later."

With a smile in his eyes, Fu Yuanzhi raised the corners of his lips, and said in response, "Okay."

On the side, Yan Liu was getting the water accumulated on the tarpaulin off her head, "..."

Seeing this, he silently turned his back.

Hiccup.

May be full from eating something.

There are not many people coming to this place, and the April bubbles are all red.

Adi surrounded the funnel with banana leaves and filled it to the brim.

Seeing that there were still pieces of April bubbles left, Brother went straight back to the camp and put it down, put it in a basket, and said to Yan Liu by the way, "Brother Yan, I'll pick some more."

Seeing this, Yan Liu asked, "There are many more?"

Brother nodded, "If you don't pick it up, it will be wasted on the ground. I will cook it into sweet sauce for sister later, and it can be eaten for a long time."

Yan Liu didn't know what kind of sauce Siyuepao could make, so he said directly, "Then I'll go with you, it will rain again later depending on the weather."

Brother nodded again and again.

Brother Mu, who was about to walk away, flicked his tail, saw the two people who were leaving let out a groan, raised his front legs, turned around and walked back.

From a distance, you can see the beauty of the fusion of red dust, fireworks and continuous spring rain.

The spring rain is lingering like a breeze, unhurried and dense.

In the camp, Brother Mu lay dozed beside the stone circle, groaning and flicking his tail from time to time, feeling comfortable and comfortable.

The fire flickered in the stone circle on the side, and the firewood smoke lingered and rose.

Under the tree not far away, Fu Yuanzhi was pulling wild onions.

By the side of the gurgling stream, Song Huan was dealing with the snakehead.

The spring rain is always continuous, and the tranquility can go far.

The smoke and fire are dense, and the poetry of fireflies is born.

And not far from this scene, the hem of brother's clothes was caught by the thorns on the branches of April bubbles at the side and rear at some point, and the leaves of April bubbles were sticking to the bamboo hat, and there were some scattered dead branches. leaf.

Yan Liu on the side was not much different.

Maybe because of his height, he looks better than brother, not so embarrassed.

Song Huan put the cleaned fish into the clay pot, and within a quarter of an hour, the aroma of the fish soup came out.

Song Huan changed the side of the steamed buns that were roasting by the fire, saw that Fu Yuanzhi had washed the wild onions and came back, and said, "It seems that we have to stay here today, and we can't hurry."

Fu Yuanzhi looked up at the sky and nodded, "Then wait another day and see the situation tomorrow."

They are not short of food for the time being.

Song Huan sighed. The special products she bought before could only be digested by themselves, and the air humidity was too high to be stored.

Even if the appearance is carefully preserved, there must be a difference in taste.

Alas, forget it.

It's a pity for her money.

The luck in misfortune is that the money spent is not too much, not too bad.

Fu Yuanzhi also saw Song Huan's troubles, and said, "It's nothing, I like to eat, and it's not a waste."

Song Huan teased with a smile, "Okay, then eat more."

Fu Yuanzhi, "...OK."

Song Huan was comforted by Fu Yuanzhi, and the depression in his heart was washed away a lot.

The frustration of being stifled in the cradle at the first attempt still made her uncomfortable.

Who knew that she had hesitated for so long, and when she was finally ready to do it, she did not expect such a result.

The money was not earned, and it was posted upside down. Although I digested it myself, I still felt that I was losing money.

Heart loss.

It's not good to be immersed in internal friction, Song Huan secretly reminded himself.

In order not to think about this matter anymore, Song Huan forced himself to do other things, looked around, as if he had done too much, until his eyes fell on the firewood not far away.

She immediately got up and brought over the wet firewood, and baked it next to the outside of the stone circle.

This will make the firewood drier without too much firewood smoke.

Words of thanks:

感谢3月17日00:00_23:59时段投推荐票的同志们，谢谢大家的支持ヽ(*⌒⌒*)
Special thanks to the four comrades ChaoQiong, Luowei Jinxiu, Zheng Mian, and Die々yi for their monthly support ヽ(*⌒⌒*)
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