Rebirth in 1984, starting from beekeeping in the mountains

Chapter 56: A big cargo arrives! A great harvest! (Please read on)

Just do it.

After making sure that the eel had temporarily calmed down, Fang Hongan tiptoed back several steps, and only stopped when he was at least five meters away from the eel.

Then he took off the empty bamboo basket on his back and picked some green grass from the roadside to pad the bottom of the basket.

Then, he quickly took off his shoes and socks and rolled up his trouser legs above his knees.

After making these preparations, Fang Hongan picked up the bamboo basket again, and walked barefoot back to the place where he had found the eel before.

Holding onto the yellow mud at the edge of the ditch, he quietly went down into the ditch.

The mud closest to the ditch, which was exposed above the water, was still somewhat hard, so my feet only sank shallowly.

After taking two steps, the soil began to become soft and wet, and Fang Hongan's entire ankle sank into it.

Fortunately, Fang Hongan was prepared for this and stepped very lightly. Although there was some noise, the big eel was not scared.

Fang Hongan continued to move closer by stepping on the mud. His feet sank deeper and deeper, and the noise he caused became louder and louder.

When Fang Hongan was only one meter away from the eel, the eel finally realized something was wrong. It twisted its body, stirring up muddy water, and quickly burrowed into the mud.

It drills very fast!

But at this distance, for an expert at fishing eels like Fang Hongan, it was already too late.

Since the big cargo had been alarmed, we had to watch the direction it was turning.

Fang Hongan took two big steps forward, and the distance of more than one meter was completely covered in these two steps.

As soon as the distance was reached, Fang Hongan's hand quickly reached into the mud as if he was aiming at it.

He put his hands into the mud, pushed and dug with force, and a large piece of mud was dug out.

This time, there was no sign of the yellow eel, but Fang Hongan's hands did not stop. He saw a small hole in the mud that flashed by and was quickly filled up. He moved in that direction again. This time, when the mud was opened, he happened to see a brown and yellow twisting figure.

It was the tail of the big eel. Before Fang Hongan could take action, the tail quickly sank into the mud again.

But since he had already seen his figure, how could Fang Hongan let him escape?

He inserted his hands again, and this time, when he was digging the mud, Fang Hongan felt a slippery and twisting body sliding quickly over his body.

"That's it!"

Fang Hongan didn't wait for the mud to be completely removed. He suddenly changed the direction of his hand and grabbed it along the direction of the path. He quickly grabbed the slippery body of the fish. Then he raised his hand quickly and flicked out the big eel along with the mud.

The big eel was flipped in the air after being shaken, and after falling back into the mud, it immediately and quickly drilled into the mud.

But this time, how could Fang Hongan give it the chance to get in again? He reached out with lightning speed and precision with his right hand. His index finger, middle finger and ring finger clamped the center of its body like an iron gate.

No matter how it twisted its slippery body, it could not escape Fang Hongan's control under this method.

Fang Hongan grabbed it and shook it vigorously in the deep water nearby to wash off the mud on his hands and the eel.

When he took his hand out again, the wild yellow eel with a golden belly appeared completely in front of him.

The belly was as thick as a thumb, and the length was probably more than half a meter. Judging from its appearance, according to Fang Hongan's estimation, its weight must be more than half a catty. Even if it was less than seven taels, it should not be much different.

“It’s beautiful!”

Fang Hongan sighed again, untied the bamboo basket on his back, dipped the basket in the water to wet the grass at the bottom of the basket, and then threw the big eel in his right hand into the water.

The door was opened quite smoothly. Fang Hongan was cheered up. He placed the bamboo basket firmly on the side of the ditch, half bent down again, aimed at the eel holes that he had spotted before, and started digging directly.

Unlike catching the first eel, catching the eel in this situation where you can only see the hole requires more experience and skills.

The movements of digging the mud plate open were almost the same as before, but this time Fang Hongan obviously slowed down the pace. He needed to judge whether there were really eels by the condition of the newly exposed mud hole after digging it open.

This hole in front of him... After digging twice, Fang Hongan smiled again.

In stock!

And...it's not small!

Fang Hongan suddenly increased the speed of digging the mud, and after only three strokes, the tail of an eel that was comparable in size to the first one appeared in Fang Hongan's sight.

"Load the goods!"

Fang Hongan followed the same method, scooping, brushing and grabbing with his hands, and successfully caught the second eel.

This eel is generally smaller than the first one, but its weight is probably close to half a pound.

In this wild ditch, it is definitely a big deal.

With these two eels as the base, Fang Hongan's previous expectation of catching a pound of eels in half an hour was broken.

Time was running out, Fang Hongan didn't have time to sigh too much, and bowed down again...

……

that's it.

As Fang Hongan continued to dig, more than ten eels were dug out.

Among them, there are two big ones that are close to the first one, and some are eel fry that are thinner than the head of chopsticks.

Fang Hongan threw the eel fry directly back into the ditch, and collected all the ones larger than his little finger.

Seeing that the sun in the sky was approaching its zenith, Fang Hongan estimated that half an hour should be up.

Although there were still some eel holes that had not been dug, Fang Hongan decisively gave up the idea of ​​continuing.

He stretched out his feet and used them to dig up the silt, smoothing out all the silt he had previously dug, so that no trace of digging could be seen.

Fang Hongan carried it back to the hard mud ground beside the ditch, picked up the bamboo basket next to it and looked inside. At the bottom of the basket, large and small eels were tangled together, which was a very pleasing sight.

Judging from the obviously heavier feeling in his hands, Fang Hongan estimated that it was just in this half hour.

He dug up at least three kilograms of eels!
"come back next time!"

Fang Hongan walked up with the bamboo basket, found an area with deep water, washed his hands and feet, and then climbed back to the ditch.

Since his shoes and socks were difficult to wear, Fang Hongan simply broke off some wild branches and covered the eels in the bamboo basket, and then threw his shoes in.

In this way, I continued walking barefoot towards home, carrying the bamboo basket.

It is not yet lunchtime and those who are working have not returned yet, while those who are at home are probably already preparing lunch.

I didn't meet anyone along the way.

Even though there were two of them, they were not surprised by Fang Hongan walking barefoot.

During this rice planting season, many people do this for convenience.

After returning home, Fang Hongan first poured out the eels from the bamboo basket, placed them in a wooden barrel, and kept them in water for the time being.

Immediately, he turned around and went into the fire room, and began the next busy work...

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