Ghost Blowing Lamp II

Chapter 32 Strange Soup (Part [-])
We took the road through the forest and walked not far away, and we saw a pool of water. Because of the darkness and fog, the visibility was less than ten meters, and the size of the pool could not be seen clearly, but the sound of the water in the distance was very loud. The pool is not small. Standing on the bluestone beside the pool, I held up a lamp to take a picture. I saw the water splashing, and there were many fat black fish under the water, attracted by the light, and they swam over one after another.

People in the Barenzuo pastoral area regard fish as gods, and never eat fish to catch fish. The fish in the large and small lakes on this grassland live freely and are never afraid of people. Escape to the bottom of the lake, but we can't control these things. There is nothing to eat here except fish and horses. In this desolate grassland, fish are gods and horses are friends. Do you eat gods or friends?For those of us educated youth who have been Red Guards, this is a question that need not be considered at all, and we will choose to eat the former without hesitation.

The fat man and I rolled up our arms and sleeves and prepared to catch fish. Ding Sitian settled the old sheepskin, tied up the old army horse, and picked up some gravel to form a stove. There were many dead trees and leaves in the forest. Bundle, she quickly lit a fire, set up a pot with branches to boil water, first boiled a little water, rinsed the pot clean, and then boiled some hot water for everyone to drink.

For a male educated youth like Fatty and I without a wife, cooking is the hardest part. Even though it is in the wild, watching Ding Sitian cook in an orderly manner, and seeing her busy back, I feel a sense of melancholy in my heart However, this mood was quickly driven away by hunger. We discussed it. The fish here are not afraid of people, which saves a lot of trouble. Instead of fishing in troubled waters like in Xing'an Mountains, we directly found two trees. Fork, I took Lao Yangpi's "Kangxi Treasure Knife" and sharpened it as a harpoon.

With a harpoon, of course, you can't poke in the water randomly, but first hang the kerosene lamp on the water surface to attract the fat black fish. Due to the lack of light, we did not fully grasp the movements of the fish swimming in the water. Although we were not well prepared, we still poked seven or eight snakehead fish in this pool, and the rest of the larger snakehead fish Finally realizing the danger, he swam into the deep water without looking back.

I saw that the fish I caught were big enough to be eaten by many people, but when people were hungry, their eyes grew bigger, so no matter how they looked at them, they felt that the quantity was small, so the fat man and I handed over the fish to Ding Sitian to clean up and cook again. Back to the pool, I repeated the same plan and forked a few black fish that had just swam over from a distance. Only then did I feel that the fish we caught was enough for four people. In fact, let alone four people eat the fish we caught, even if there were four more people. Also enough.

Ding Sitian told us that the black fish would be dry and unedible once it was roasted, so he cut open the belly of the fish with a knife to remove the internal organs, scraped off the scales, cut them into sections and put them in a hot pot. As soon as the steaming hot water is pressed, the aroma in the pot is overflowing. Although there is no condiment, who cares whether it is salty or light at this time, we swallowed to suppress the hunger, and stared at the pot with good eyes The fish, the eyeballs almost fell into the pot.

The fat man was so greedy that his saliva fell off, he wiped it with his sleeve randomly, and said to Ding Sitian and me: "It is said that the buddies in the Great Northern Wilderness Corps drank soup three times a day, and they even wrote to the soup. This poem, before drinking the soup, I will read it aloud to you—ah! Soup, soup, soup, revolutionary soup! If you don’t drink it for one meal, you will feel flustered, if you don’t drink it for two meals, you will feel flustered, if you don’t drink it for three meals, you will feel flustered... "

Both Ding Sitian and I were amused by Fatty's poem, and Ding Sitian said, "Where did Fatty get that poem from? It's all old history. The Great Northern Wilderness used to be very desolate, with rabbits and wolves." , only grow weeds but not food. Later, the number of people in the Corps gradually increased, and the Great Northern Wilderness was built into the Northern Great Cang. I heard that it is much better now, and I don’t have to drink soup all day long. I have a classmate who is the squad leader there. That’s right. , what do you two eat in Xing'an League?"

The fat man said, there are too many delicious foods over there. We have eaten dragon meat in the sky and donkey meat in the ground, and I don’t think there is anything delicious. It’s not as good as our pot of fish soup. This soup is really fresh. It is a pleasure to smell.

Ding Sitian wondered: "Is there a place to eat dragon meat? Is what old sheepskin grandfather said true? There really are dragons in this world?" I explained: "Dragon meat in the sky, donkey meat in the ground, this so-called dragon meat, In fact, it is the hazel chicken in the mountains. Its common name is also called Feilong. Because it tastes delicious, it is the best among mountain delicacies, so it is called Rilong meat. In fact, it is not much different from ordinary pheasant. Next time I will give it to you from there. Get two to let you taste the taste of dragon meat, but Xiaopang is really right. I also feel that our fish soup is too fresh, and there is no seasoning. How can it taste so good? Maybe it is I'm hungry, anyway, I don't think I've smelled such a tempting fish soup in my life."

While talking, the fish soup was almost boiled, and it only made people move their index fingers. Suddenly, he heard a cough behind him, and Lao Yangpi slowly woke up, smelling the pot of fish soup with his nose: "Oh, it smells very... What is this cooking, and how fragrant is it?"

When we turned around and saw that he had woken up, we all breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he passed out after being too hungry. He woke up when he smelled fish soup. I thought I couldn’t tell Lao Yangpi that it was fish soup. Although the old man He is also a poor and lower-middle peasant, but his superstition is still very serious in his bones. The feudal tail has not been cut clean. If I tell him it is fish soup, he will definitely not let us drink it. Why don't we let him drink it first and then tell him the truth? I have nothing to say.

Thinking of this, I didn't wait for the fat man to eat first, so I grabbed the horse spoon in his hand, generously filled a spoonful of soup and handed it to Lao Yangpi: "We educated young people responded to the call to go to the mountains and the countryside to learn from the poor and lower-middle peasants." , you should listen to the opinions of the poor and lower-middle peasants more, and accept the education of the poor and lower-middle peasants, come and taste it first, and give us a comment on how the soup is cooked."

Lao Yangpi may be very hungry, or it may be because this pot of fish soup tastes too fragrant. When he saw the spoon was brought to his mouth, he didn't care to ask any more questions. He took two sips and drank it. , tremblingly walked to the pot, and drank spoonful after spoonful. He didn't think it was too hot, he drank half of the pot in one go, and even took out the fish inside and ate a lot.

The fat man became anxious when he saw it. Such a big pot is enough for eight people, and the old man went to eat half of the pot by himself. Why is this dry old man eating so amazingly? Ding Sitian and I were also dumbfounded. It tastes endless?Isn't it going to kill you if you eat like this?Hurry up and grab Lao Yangpi: "Do you know whose meat is boiled in this pot? Eat so much without asking. This is black fish meat from a pool in the forest."

Lao Yangpi had already eaten too much, and he rolled his eyes so much that he was shocked when he heard that it was fish meat: "What? Black fish meat? It's a sin, even the gods eat it? If you eat it, you will suffer retribution... Let the retribution come..." But as he spoke, he seemed unable to control his hand, and continued to use the horse's spoon to scoop up the fish and eat it.

I saw that Lao Yangpi's eyes were blood red, and he looked like a different person from usual. It is impossible for a person to drink so much fish soup and still look like a hungry ghost. At that time, my heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition arose spontaneously , I can't drink this pot of fish soup!

(End of this chapter)