Back To the Small Fishing Village In 1982

  Ye Yaodong really thinks it’s time to apply lubricating oil. The sea water is easy to corrode. After using the machine for a long time, the parts are rusted and not smooth, and it’s normal to make creaking noises.

His net lifting machine is pretty good. It hasn’t broken since I bought it. It’s also because his father has maintained it well. After every use, he will use fresh water to wipe it with a towel, and then cover it with a nylon bag. cherish.

  If it were him, he probably wouldn’t know how many times he had repaired it.

   "If you don't believe me, take a look. You'll know when the goods arrive."

  Although there are abundant resources these years, the explosion of the Internet will drag at most one to two hundred catties, two to three hundred catties. In the offshore, if you want to drag one or two thousand catties with one net, don't even think about it.

  As long as it is placed in the future, a net that can drag dozens of catties in the offshore is considered Amitabha. If you want to make the machine freeze, you must have another whale shark like last time, or an equivalent big guy.

  So his father said that the Internet might explode again, and the machine made a creaking sound, so he denied it and said that it was time to apply lubricating oil.

   If luck is overwhelming, and another whale shark steals behind, counting him as a winner, he can only do good deeds.

  Father Ye squinted at him, then looked at the sea, "Can't you think of something better?"

   "That has to be realistic. Look, how easy is this net machine to roll up? It's just a little rusty. Remember to wipe it with lubricating oil when you go back."

  Father Ye didn’t say a word, because he also felt that the sound was made by Rusty Caton. He just said that the Internet exploded just casually, without thinking about it. After all, he didn’t go to sea for a few days.

  The fishing net was dragged little by little, and it came out of the water, and a large bag of goods was dragged onto the track, and the father and son hurried forward to help drag it.

   Just, huh?

  Ye Yaodong had sharp eyes, "There is a big fish! Super big fish!"

  Father Ye also saw the exposed big fish head, a big fish. He said happily: "It's a mackerel? It's a big one. Oops, it's rare to see such a big mackerel..."

   "Pull it up and take a look..."

  Both father and son were a little surprised. Who doesn’t like big fish?

   "This doesn't seem to be a mackerel, but a golden threadfin." Ye Yaodong untied the fishing net and looked at the lines on the fish.

  Father Ye is a little confused, golden finfish? The name contains Spanish mackerel, isn't that also Spanish mackerel? That mackerel is also called mackerel.

   These two are similar in length, aren’t they both Spanish mackerel? Forgive him for being a little ignorant.

  Ye Yaodong glanced at his father, finally he knew, what his father didn't know, what the old fisherman knew was word of mouth, and now the news was blocked, so he really didn't know everything.

  He did not explain, first untied the fishing net, poured out the goods, and dumped them on the deck. Anyway, they will be sorted slowly later.

Father Ye squatted there and looked at the goods poured out. Except for a few spring fishes, there was nothing particularly rare. After he picked them up, he pulled the big fish out of the pile of groceries. .

  When the fish was dragged up, because it was too big, the cargo was not too much, and it was not crushed to death, and the fish's mouth could still move a few times.

   "Oh, this one weighs dozens of catties, and it's strangely heavy."

  Father Ye laughed so hard that he couldn't close his mouth, his eyes were narrowed, and he tried to turn it over by holding its fish head, but he couldn't turn it over.

  He said with certainty: "This is the mackerel, yes, it is unmistakable, it is the big mackerel."

  The words were plausible, as if he didn't accept Ye Yaodong's rebuttal.

  However, could Ye Yaodong not refute just because of his father's tone?

  He also squatted down, "Hey, look, there is a golden yellow longitudinal band from around the eyes to the tail, and the **** and pectoral fins are yellowish brown, so it is called golden mackerel."

  Golden mackerel, the scientific name is yellowtail yellowtail (shi), which belongs to the sea fish of the order Perciformes, and is an offshore warm-water pelagic fish.

   As he spoke, he took out a larger mackerel from the pile of fish that had just been poured out at the side, and put it together to show his father for comparison.

   "Did you see it? The Spanish mackerel has a spindle-shaped body with pointed ends. The back of the body is blue-black with blue spots all over the body. The belly is silver-gray and there are separate small fins around the tail."

Spanish mackerel, scientific name is blue-spotted mackerel, belongs to the genus Mackerel of the family Mackerel. It is a medium-sized marine economic fish in the upper and middle layers. It is agile in action and fierce in nature. It likes to hunt small fish in groups for food. In my country, it is mainly distributed in the South China Sea and East China Sea.

  From the appearance, the most obvious place to distinguish between golden Spanish mackerel and Spanish Spanish mackerel is the fin part. The golden Spanish mackerel has a continuous dorsal fin, while the upper and lower tails of Spanish mackerel have a row of separate small fins.

  He pointed out the fish fins to his father, and said something, which made Father Ye startled, but couldn't think of a rebuttal.

   "How do you know? You read it in the newspaper again? The newspaper also writes about fish?"

   "There is a house of gold in the book, and in the book..." He read a sentence, but couldn't read it anymore, and didn't know what was behind it? What did you say?

  He quickly shut up.

  “There is everything in the book, so read more books and newspapers! Ask more questions if you don’t understand.”

   Father Ye wanted to hit someone in this tone, who is Lao Tzu?

   It seems to him that although there is a little difference between the two, they are both Spanish mackerel and they are called similarly. What is the big difference?

   After reading the book for a few days, the person who can read a few words seems to make sense, and the difference is indeed different, so there is no way to refute it.

   "Whatever it's called, it's also called Spanish mackerel anyway, there's no difference." Father Ye quickly changed the subject, "This one is probably over a meter long. Hold it up and see how heavy it is?"

  Ye Yaodong didn't argue with his father, but to save him some face, anyway, he has already taken off the hat of being illiterate!

   These days, those who can read are cultural people, and people will believe you a little more if you say anything.

  He tried to hug the huge golden fin on the ground, but felt a bit strenuous.

   "It's estimated to be fifty or sixty catties, not too small. There are not many mackerel around us when they grow this big."

  Father Ye also reached out to take it and hugged it, and almost fell down. The two of them held it together, with a smile on his face.

   "It's heavy enough, you can sell it for a little more money."

   "This one is cheaper than mackerel."

   "But it's big."

"Right."

  Ye Yaodong nodded, he is big, so he can sell more money than the small ones, but this fish cannot be eaten cooked, it is more friendly to eat raw fish, and sashimi is said to be more delicious.

  Father Ye threw the big fish into the basket next to him, and then picked through the pile of fish, and found that there were quite a lot of mackerel today.

   "These fish are basically in groups, right? The number caught today seems to be small." He picked them out and threw them into the basket while talking.

   "Should I miss the school of fish?"

  Maybe these are all laggards, Ye Yaodong came over with a knife, bled the big fish, and said casually.

  Father Ye responded, clapped his hands and began to straighten the fishing nets.

   "Then continue to trawl the Internet in this area, and it looks like the harvest is okay."

"Um."

  Father and son handled the fish well, and after finishing the fishing nets, they began to lower the nets again and continue working.

  Today, because of putting sticky nets and shrimp pots, there is not enough time, so I have to call it a day after closing the three nets.

  The last net of fish was collected, but there were more sea bass, basically weighing about one or two catties, and there were no particularly large ones, but the harvest was quite gratifying.

  Father Ye rummaged around and found nothing particularly valuable, so he wiped his hands with a torn rag and stood up.

   "There are quite a lot of bass. This net is also good, but the second net is a little bit worse."

   "You tidy up the fishing nets, and don't rush to pick up the goods. While there is still some time, I will drive the boat to the position of the shrimp cage, and collect a wave to see if there are many goods?"

   "It's fine, it's only three o'clock now, it's too late to set a net, and the sun hasn't set yet when we go back, so it's okay to collect the shrimp pots while you have time."

  Hearing that his father also agreed, Ye Yaodong went to the bow of the boat, and sailed towards the piece of shrimp cage that was placed at night.

  The buoys on the sea sway with the waves. If the wind and waves are not strong, they will not be lost. I am afraid that if the wind and waves are strong outside, if the wind blows sometime, I will not be able to get out if I try to take the net back.

   Otherwise, just take the cage outside and put it outside instead of keeping it on the shore.

  Ye Yaodong collects the shrimp cage like a ground cage, without any technique at all, just pull it up along the rope little by little.

  The green shrimp cage net gradually floated to the surface, and you can vaguely see the fish and shrimps jumping inside, and it seems that the number is not bad.

  After collecting a net, he poured all the goods in the shrimp cage net bag into the bamboo basket beside him. There were all kinds of goods, including fish, shrimp and crab, when they were poured out, they were still alive and kicking.

  Ye Yaodong looked at the quantity inside, and estimated that there were about half a catty of large and small sword shrimps, some red shrimps, two stone crabs, a few small fishes, about two catties...

   "So-so, okay..."

  It was only the first net port, and there were 50 shrimp cages, and he continued to collect the nets.

  The shrimp cages were collected one by one, and all the goods were poured into the bamboo baskets. As more and more shrimp cages were collected, the goods in the bamboo baskets gradually increased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  Father Ye finished tidying up the fishing nets and dragged them into the cabin before walking over. He was very satisfied when he saw the half-full bamboo baskets.

   "How many have you collected? It seems that there are a lot of them, and there are quite a lot of sword shrimps."

  In these days, among the general seafood, besides fish, shrimp is the most expensive and the best seller.

   "Three rows have been collected, and there are two more rows."

   "It's okay, and it's a few dozen catties, so you can make up the number."

   "There are also fish and crabs in it. The sword prawns are big and small, and there are some red prawns. After sorting, the number is not that many."

   "It's okay, isn't there still two rows?"

   "Well, it's being collected."

Father Ye thought that Dongzi was collecting fishing nets at the moment, and he would not be needed for a while, and he was not in a hurry to sort the trawl fish on the deck now, and walked back after all the shrimp pots were collected. There is still time to sort them into baskets.

  He simply walked to the corner, took the hookah he carried with him in his hand, and planned to take a couple of sips while he was free.

   It takes a whole day to float on the sea without a hookah, how can I bear it.

  But he doesn't have time to smoke, he just grunts after meals, taking two puffs to enjoy himself.

  He was holding the hookah and holding the brown round tobacco tin box in his hand. While walking, he unscrewed the lid, grabbed a handful of shredded tobacco, and stuffed it into the hole of the hookah.

  Walking to Ye Yaodong, leaning against the side of the boat, watching him put away the shrimp pot little by little, he also took out the matchbox in his pocket and lit it.

  The voice of gurgling rang in his ears, Ye Yaodong smiled and said: "You will look for opportunities, and take a couple of puffs whenever you catch the time."

  The light of the match can only burn for a while, and Father Ye wanted to take the opportunity to smoke a few more puffs, so he kept mumbling and ignoring him.

  Ye Yaodong didn't expect his father to say anything, and continued to collect his shrimp pot after he finished speaking, but he didn't expect that this shrimp pot actually brought him a surprise!

   "Huh? Little Qinglong."

   He had just collected half of the shrimp cage when he saw a corrugated lobster crawling on the mesh!

  Little Qinglong!

  It’s so big, its body is a little green, and there are some patterns, it’s not a little blue dragon, what is it?

   "Cough, cough~" Father Ye was halfway through smoking the hookah, and when he heard that Xiao Qinglong was caught, he choked and coughed violently.

  I’m so sleepy, I’ll go to bed first, and I’ll make up the remaining one tomorrow morning, and I have to get up at seven tomorrow to go to work.

  After the book, I try to speed up the pace and arrange the boat