super hill god

Chapter 18 Fishing

Chen Yang opened his eyes, and saw three fluffy and fluffy dogtails kissing his face.

The shape of this dog-tailed grass is like ears of wheat, with a huge body supported by a tiny stem, which looks weak and inert. They germinate in spring, stretch their branches and leaves in summer, dance with the wind in autumn, and stand erect in winter.

They can be seen everywhere, on hillsides, grasslands, wall roots, roads, and even on the edge of latrines, with only a handful of rough soil and a little water, they can survive tenaciously.

When I was young, the children in the country didn’t have much fun. They often grabbed a handful of dog’s tail grass and wove them into all kinds of gadgets, or used it to amuse cats and dogs.

"Mengmeng, Lingling, Yuanyuan." Chen Yang called out the names one by one, and as expected, three delicate little faces appeared not far away, still childish, with a bit of baby fat, chubby and pink Tender, very pleasing.

He was holding a fluffy dog's tail grass, like teasing a kitten, and gently brushed it across Chen Yang's face.

"Uncle Yang, we want to go fishing, you can take us to Hewanzi." Mengmeng was neatly dressed in casual fishing attire, holding a small pocket pink fishing rod in her hand, her pink was tender and tender. There was still a trace of blush on her little face, which was very cute.

"Uncle, take us there, there are many people fishing there." Two cute little nieces also chimed in.

Fishing? Anyway, let's let these little girls see the strength of what he calls "Freshwater Fish Killer".

After making up his mind and doing what he said, Chen Yang turned around and went back into the back room. After rummaging through boxes and cabinets for a long time, the room was in total chaos, with down jackets, sweaters, jeans, and socks scattered all over the floor.

"I found it." With a lot of effort, Chen Yang tumbling out a fishing rod from under the bed. This was bought with a month's wages when he was a sophomore in high school, but once the novelty wears off, he can see it behind his head. .

The goal is to go several miles outside the village and turn to Longwan.

"The big fish is hooked!"

"This fish has become a spirit! I haven't seen such a big fish for many years."

"At least 100 catties, I have to take it home to make soup, I don't know how many meals I will eat!"

When he was approaching Hewanzi, there was a loud noise in Chen Yang's ear.

As soon as he heard that there was excitement to watch, Chen Yang immediately quickened his pace. The wild big fish weighing hundreds of catties had not been seen for many years.

Now in those big hotels, there are hundreds of catty fish kings and wild old mountain softshell turtles at every turn, all of which are stimulated by hormones, which can't be true.

The sound of the river was clearly audible, but it was a pity that it was too late to catch up with Chen Yang. The big fish was unhooked, and there was nothing to see.

What a pity, Chen Yang sighed silently in his heart, the big fish weighing hundreds of catties just slipped away.You know, it's not like before, the land of China where foodies are rampant, regardless of snakes, insects, mice, ants, tigers, leopards and wolves, as long as there is meat on their bodies, they will inevitably be made into a dish.

Not to mention the big rivers, but the four seas of China, the southeast, the north, and the west. The big fish weighing hundreds of catties in the coastal waters are rare. Unless they hide in the dark horned nests, they will have thorns all over their bodies and are highly poisonous. You scrub it clean, add various herbs, and make a pot of medicinal food, which is called health preservation.

Hewanzi is crowded with people, it is as lively as going to a market, and there is almost no open space to be found.

It's no wonder that this place is called Zhuanlong Bay. According to legend, the place where the Dragon King turned over. People in the vicinity know that the water in Zhuanlong Bay is fast, bottomless, and full of swirls. It is said that someone has dived and saw a big funnel at the bottom of the river. It may be in communication with the underground river.

Chen Yang knew that this place was dangerous. On a windy and rainy day, if a storm blew over, people might be taken down, but there were a lot of fish here. Being caught by someone, or else rushing ashore like crazy, letting people get a big deal for nothing.

Over time, this place has become a prosperous place, often crowded with people, trying to make a fortune and catch a big leak.

Not only fishermen, but also small merchants and hawkers who specialize in buying aquatic products, and many of them stayed here for a long time to keep an eye on them. Just ten days later, when Chen Yang just returned to his hometown, he heard that someone had caught a good fish in Zhuanlong Bay. A silver-lipped fish weighing dozens of catties was sold for 8 to [-] yuan.

The guy who caught the silver-lipped fish was a wage earner from a nearby county. He wanted to catch a carp for a tooth-making sacrifice when he had nothing to do.

Chen Yang looked left and right, took three little girls, and randomly found a remote place by the river, sat cross-legged, placed the auxiliary brackets, loaded the bait, made a beautiful throwing rod, and the float and hook passed a beautiful arc, fell into the water.

Next, there is one word—wait.

Said yes, but really couldn't settle down, Chen Yang looked left and right, looked in all directions, the wind was sunny, the river was flowing slowly, and the warm breeze blew across one's cheeks, itching, making one's heart tickle Can't help but make circles of ripples.

Time passed by every minute and every second, the water was sparkling, and there was silence. The fish floats on the water were motionless, like the eternal icebergs in Antarctica, but Chen Dazhuang was so anxious that he was like an ant on a hot pot.

quiet!quiet!quiet!
Concentrate and calmly, what you talk about in fishing is the word "waiting", let the wind and waves rise, sit firmly on the Diaoyutai, everything outside is not important, glance across the water, staring at the small fish float like a steel nail .

Waiting for a long time is only for the momentary joy of harvesting fish, so this trip is not in vain.

It can be said that there are not many people who can do it.

It is said that fishing is not for fish, but for harmonious spring breeze, bright sunshine, beautiful water and mountains, a kind of aristocratic atmosphere, and...

fart!This petty bourgeoisie theory has always been criticized by Chen Yang, fishing is not fishing for fish, so why bother.

Jiang Taigong's fishing, the willingness to take the bait is purely an ancient chicken soup article from the pre-Qin era, and it also deceives some young people who are not deeply involved in the world.

After a long time, the three little girls had long been impatient, and ran to the side to play happily.

There is really no other way, the current fish are too good, and they still survive tenaciously in the era of rampant foodies. None of the surviving creatures is simple and much better than their parents.If you put some bait in the past, you can catch a whole basket in the morning.

I saw the river surface, which has been leisurely and leisurely, as if it was a party for the elderly, the little fish suddenly fell down.

Immediately afterwards, the thin and transparent fishing line straightened instantly, and a huge force was transmitted from the fishing rod, almost staggering and pulling Chen Yang to the ground.

(End of this chapter)