Rebirth in 1984, starting from beekeeping in the mountains

Chapter 55: Eels in the Ditch (Seeking Follow-up Reading)

"Humph!"

After saying that, Aunt Diao Xie Liucui snorted again.

Then, he walked away again, grunting, carrying the load of farm soil and fertilizer.

"..."

The sarcasm came suddenly and went away quickly.

Fang Hongan was not given any chance to speak.

This is completely in line with the usual style of this Diao aunt.

Fang Hongan was too lazy to argue with this Aunt Diao. The field was going to be rented to Taozi's family. Aunt Diao wanted to see how he would grow the crops, but she was bound to be disappointed.

However, if we really talk about the level of managing the fields and growing rice.

Taozi's parents are well-known in the village.

As for my uncle and aunt's family, although they have many laborers, except for the smart and capable aunt Diao, the others, including Fang Hongan's uncle, are all half-baked.

If you really compare them, they are not at the level of Taozi's parents at all.

When this cunning lady thinks of this sentence, will she feel slapped in the face?

Looking at Xie Liucui's gradually receding back, Fang Hongan couldn't help but feel hopeful.

……

……

After looking at the acre of paddy fields in Niujiao Bay.

Fang Hongan had no intention of going up to check out the remaining two fields on Niubei Slope.

It was approaching noon, and my wife Lan Wenxiu said that the show would not end until noon.

Taking advantage of today's free time and the fact that he had just bought rice, noodles and oil at home, Fang Hongan decided to go back and make lunch himself.

During all this time of marriage, Lan Wenxiu has been in charge of the meals.

Today, since she came back late, Fang Hongan decided to give her a surprise.

Because he was in a hurry to go back, Fang Hongan did not go back along the main road he came from, but took a shortcut and walked back quickly.

This so-called shortcut is actually the ridges between paddy fields.

This road is extremely narrow. If you walk on it slowly, you will fall into the paddy field if you are not careful.

Of course, this is no problem at all for Fang Hongan.

Since his rebirth, he has walked through countless mountain roads that are more difficult than this one.

For this kind of ridge, that won't be a problem at all.

Fang Hongan walked briskly along the ridges of the fields.

Soon we came to a small ditch.

This small ditch was a water channel dug by the village a long time ago.

According to the older generation, the route was chosen hastily when the ditch was first dug, and the work was rushed, so after it was built, it did not achieve the expected effect.

Later, in the 1970s, the village rebuilt a larger water diversion canal, and this canal gradually became abandoned.

Gradually, it turned into a small ditch.

This small ditch is connected to the spring water flowing down from the mountains. Although the amount is not large, it will last for a long time unless it is a particularly dry year like last year.

With water, small animals such as small fish, shrimps and frogs can often be seen in the ditch. Many wild vegetables such as water celery and shepherd's purse also grow on the mud on both sides of the ditch.

When he was young, this small ditch was also one of Fang Hongan’s paradises.

I often catch small fish, shrimps and frogs in this small ditch and spend the whole morning there.

Speaking of which, although this small ditch is only in the village, Fang Hongan recalled that he had never been here since he was fourteen years old.

The small ditch still looks the same as I remember, but things and people have changed.

While Fang Hongan was sighing with emotion, he also felt childish. He did not follow the rules and walked over the wooden board not far away. Instead, he aimed at the wide and solid mud ground opposite, jumped up, and jumped directly over.

"Wow!" Just as Fang Hongan crossed over, a small sound of stirring water suddenly came from the small ditch.

Although the sound was not loud, it still did not escape Fang Hongan's ears.

After landing, Fang Hongan turned around and saw that there were indeed turbid ripples where the water was stirred.

This scene immediately aroused Fang Hongan's interest.

Although there are many small fish and shrimps in this small ditch, the noise they make after being frightened is generally not this loud.

The noises made by larger frogs, toads, and crabs are completely different.

According to Fang Hongan's experience, the most likely option is the wild delicacy.

Fang Hongan stopped walking and stood there, his eyes fixed quietly on the muddy water.

Because it is the rice planting season, water needs to be diverted from all over the paddy fields.

The water in the upper part of this small ditch is intercepted by many paddy fields.

When the water flows here, the amount is no longer large.

This muddy water is only about ten centimeters deep, and there is silt underneath.

After waiting patiently, the muddy water gradually clarified, and as the vision became clear, a twisted, long, thumb-thick creature appeared in Fang Hongan's sight.

eel!

Sure enough it is.

Fang Hongan's eyes narrowed and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

It's really what you want, today's lunch was just missing a main dish, and it was delivered to my door.

After being frightened, part of this eel has already burrowed into the mud, and it is impossible to tell how long it is.

But judging from its waist which is as thick as a thumb, and according to Fang Hongan's experience, this eel must weigh at least half a pound, and if the length is right, it is possible that it weighs seven or eight ounces.

There is such a big thing in this small ditch. It seems that... the children in the village haven't come here to clean up for a while.

or……

Haven’t the wild kids of this generation mastered the skills to dig eels yet?
Or... is it simply a fish that slipped through the net?
Fang Hongan took the location of the eel as the center and searched carefully up and down along the edge of the ditch.

After glancing for a while, Fang Hongan's mouth corners couldn't help but rise.

After taking a quick look, he found many holes in the mud beside the ditch. Some were as small as the tip of a chopstick, while some were big enough to accommodate a fist.

This big one should be a crab hole.

But based on Fang Hongan’s experience, those small ones should be eel holes.

In other words, there are really quite a few eels around here.

“It’s beautiful!”

Fang Hongan sighed excitedly, and his heart couldn't help but start to stir.

There are many ways to catch eels. In those days, there were no brutal and barbaric electric fishermen. If you wanted to catch eels, you had to make special fishing hooks, which was very troublesome.

In remote mountain villages like Shiwan Village, people grab the mud by swirling it with their bare hands.

This way of catching eels requires a lot of eyesight and skills.

People who don’t know the answer, even if they find the eel hole, will just be playing in the mud. They will not be able to find the eel that can move freely in the mud.

Experienced people can judge the direction of the eel's movement by the direction of the fleeting eel holes under the mud while fishing, and then start chasing it.

When it comes to cooking yellow eels, Fang Hongan is a master.

This is due to both the experience accumulated since childhood and the experience of eel farming in later generations.

Judging from the current situation in the ditch, Fang Hongan was confident that he could catch at least one kilogram of eels within half an hour.

I took a look at the sky and it should be around ten o'clock. There is still a long time before noon. I can definitely squeeze out half an hour to add another surprise to today's lunch...

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