In the age of crossing books, the female supporting role of salted fish won

Chapter 30 Fishing
So, it's not that you can't follow what you say!
Song Juan looked up at the persimmon tree. Among the layers of green leaves, she couldn't see a few red persimmons, and occasionally there were a few colored ones, all of which were green with a little yellow.

She stopped paying attention to this tree, and instead rushed towards the persimmon tree where the lynx cub was found yesterday.

Because of the lynx cubs yesterday, she didn't even check the underside of the tree, and went home directly, but now she has to check it again.

Facts have proved that the laws of nature are still very domineering.

Under this persimmon tree that didn't receive much attention, there was only one red persimmon that fell, and it was already broken.

"Well, from now on, this tree will be thrown into limbo!"

Song Juan thought angrily, and turned to walk in another direction along the side of a soybean field.

The land in Banpo Village is all mountainous.

The terraced fields opened up along the hills and slopes are stacked on top of each other.

And those persimmon trees grow on the slopes.

If overripe persimmons fall, they either fall on the slope or in the ground.

There are sweet potatoes, peanuts, soybeans, etc. in the fields, and it is relatively easy to pick persimmons.But if the field is planted with corn, it will be a more troublesome thing.

In order not to be scratched by corn leaves on his arms, he had to bend down and drill into the cornfield.

As for why Song Juan didn't avoid the corn field?
The answer is naturally because there are still more persimmons falling in the cornfield.

Perhaps it was because everyone was unwilling to dig into the cornfields, so Song Juan had harvested so many persimmons mainly in these few cornfields.

Of course, it may also be because of the location of these persimmon trees.

But after turning around today, Song Juan found sadly that she didn't pick up a single persimmon.

This unscientific!
Then, the truth can only be that someone got there first!

"Who is this who is so hated?"

Song Juan was very depressed, but she could only admit it.

After all, this persimmon tree is here, and anyone in the village who wants to pick persimmons can do so.

Although it is said that this is the public property of the village, the premature persimmons that fell from the trees have always been picked up by whoever picks them up, and no one will make a fuss over this matter.

Without the persimmons to pick up, Song Juan could only go back home.

In this hot noon, without delicious food in front of her, she would only run around the mountain unless she was stupid.

……

Back home, the three little ones were looking forward to her return, but they were a little disappointed when they didn't see the delicious persimmons.

"Auntie, why not?"

"They were picked up by others, aunt is late!"

Song Juan expressed regret.

"Or, I'll take you to go fishing!"

"Nonsense!"

Li Guilan came over and glared at Song Juan.

The three little ones are too small, where can I take them to play by the water?If something happens accidentally, they will regret it for the rest of their lives.

"Well, you can't go fishing!"

Song Juan abandoned the three little ones without any morals.

San Xiaozhi can't go fishing, but she can!
Of course, not fishing with a hook, but with a canning bottle.

The fish caught in this way are all small fish, such as small white striped fish, small carp, small crucian carp and so on.

Anyway, there are too many of these small fish in the reservoir behind the village.

Originally, the village had raised fish in this not-so-big reservoir.

But the fish have not yet grown up, and in a year of severe drought, more than half of the water in the reservoir has been used up. If there is not enough water, the fish in the reservoir will naturally not be able to survive.

In the memory of my predecessor, at that time, the villagers caught and ate grass carp, carp, and silver carp that weighed only one or two catties with tears in their eyes.

Otherwise, the fish will die in the water.

After the timely stop loss that time, the villagers had some resistance to the arrangement of collective fish farming.

After all, once there is a severe drought, the water will be used to irrigate the land.

If there is a problem with the crops and there is no food, people will die.As for fish?Then just stand aside.

However, although there are no fish in the village, there are all kinds of small fish in the reservoir.

It is said that those fish were not caught at that time, and there should be some big fish in the reservoir.

But the problem is, no one has caught it, and no one has seen it.

But there are many small fish.

Song Juan quickly tied up the two glass jars with a nylon rope, found some wheat bran, and set off.

Fishing with cans and bottles is something that children often do in the north.

After all, in many villages in the north, there are no big rivers around them, and some of them are streams and ditches.The water is not very deep, and even the fish in the water can be seen clearly.

But if you catch fish with bare hands, it is basically useless.

At this time, fishing in cans and bottles is very suitable.

Of course, if it is a small stream or ditch, you can even directly cut off the water flow in a certain section. At that time, you can grab it with your bare hands.

However, Song Juan planned to go fishing in the reservoir, so of course she had to use cans.

She went out briskly, completely unaware of what kind of mess she had left for Li Guilan.

San Xiaozhi was aroused by Song Juan to go fishing, crying and shouting to go.

In the end, Li Guilan didn't hit or scold, so she found a rope and tied it around the waist of the three little ones, and then took them out, and gave repeated orders not to go to the water's edge, otherwise, they would definitely beat them at night them.

When Li Guilan brought the three little ones to the reservoir, she found that Song Juan had already set up a posture under the willow tree by the water.

She threw two cans into the water.

On the sandy shore, Song Juan dug a puddle to store water.

It didn't take long for Song Juan to reap a lot of money.

In the puddle, small fish can be clearly seen rolling.

There are bigger ones, about the length of a hand.

As for the small one, it is about the size of a thumb.

"Auntie (cries)!"

The three little ones came and cried out excitedly when they saw the fish in the puddle
"fish!"

"fish!"

The three little bean dings shouted and stretched out their hands, starting to toss the fish in the puddle.

Don't look at their small size, but it's amazing to toss these little fish.

Song Juan went fishing to feed chickens and ducks, and to test whether the lynx cubs would eat fish.

It stands to reason that lynx is a cat family, and cats eat fish, so it should be right.

But a conjecture that has not been verified is not the truth after all.

So, you still have to try it out.

If the lynx cubs don't eat fish, Song Juan really has a big head about how to feed this little thing.

"What are you doing, why are you fishing so much?"

Li Guilan looked at the fish in the puddle made by Song Juan, and was also very curious.

"Hey, I added some of this to the wheat bran!"

Song Juan raised her hand and pointed to the duck poop beside her that had been killed.

"Why don't you feel dirty now?"

Li Guilan looked at her daughter and felt that she had changed a lot since she fell into the water.

(End of this chapter)