Goldfinger is a bit strange

Who is this, who even dares to question Yu Bituou’s words, and is not afraid of Feng Da’s tongue flashing?

The reservoir worker followed the voice and looked over, but he was a young man from Jiapigou. No wonder he didn't understand the importance of what he said.

"Qingshan, Director Yu is a veteran."

Captain Zhang also reminded Liu Qingshan that after all, they were employed, and they would just do what they told them to do. Even if they couldn't catch any fish, they would still make money.

Yu also glanced at Liu Qingshan, feeling a little unhappy.

He has been in this large reservoir for decades. He has grown up in this reservoir since he was a child, and he is very familiar with it.

For a half-grown man to tell him what to do, he doesn't know how high the sky is and how thick the ice is.

However, we have to give some face to the people in Jiapigou. After all, we still expect them to work.

So he laughed loudly: "Young man, then give me a reason why it's not possible to disconnect the Internet here?"

Liu Qingshan shook his head: "There is no reason, just based on feeling."

Yu Bao almost tilted his head backwards because of him, and lay directly on the ice: "Feeling, how do you feel? How does it feel to be like me, a fish leader who has been a fish leader for more than 30 years?"

Of course, Liu Qingshan was not relying on his feelings, but there were rumors about this winter fishing in his memory: It was said that Yu made a big somersault on his head, and when he caught the net, he only caught more than 90 kilograms of fish, less than 100 kilograms. .

Not to mention an old fisherman, even a little kid could catch more fish just by peeing and drawing a spot.

The villagers who were present at the time came back and said that if they hadn't pulled him, Yu would have jumped directly into the ice hole with his head.

Even so, the old fish leader fell seriously ill and then retired directly, leaving the reservoir forever.

It was precisely because of this that Liu Qingshan stood up and expressed different opinions. He didn't want everyone to work in vain for a day, and he didn't want an old fish to take the lead and hate it.

The earthen jar will inevitably be broken at the edge of the well, and the general will inevitably die on the battlefield. This is a helpless tragedy. Liu Qingshan can forget it if he doesn't know. Now that he knows, he can't help but want to change.

"You have no hair on your lips and you can't do your job well. Young man, you should listen to me."

Chief Yu was quite generous and did not want to be like a young boy, so he did not reprimand Liu Qingshan and directed his men again to start working.

For an experienced leader, he still has some confidence.

This put Liu Qingshan in a bit of a dilemma: How should he convince the boss?

The large trawl nets on the carriage were unloaded. Good guys, they were all large trawl nets dozens of meters long.

The villagers in Jiapigou follow the winter fishing here at the reservoir every year, and they are all very skilled in the business. When the owner of the car took a look at the fishing net, he couldn't help but say:

“I’m coming to Xinwang this year, so I feel confident using Xinwang.”

An employee of the reservoir spoke up: "That's right, boss, you have forgotten that when we were fishing in the winter last year, a big hole was broken in the mesh, and a lot of fish escaped."

Liu Qingshan felt something move in his heart when he heard this, and quickly asked: "Uncle, can the fishing net from last year still be used?"

"It's repaired, but when there are new ones, who would use the old ones?"

That man also looked at Liu Qingshan with displeasure, and actually dared to disrespect the leader.

When Liu Qingshan heard this, he had an idea in his mind. He went to Captain Zhang and murmured for a while, and then Captain Zhang found Yu Boss again:

"Lao Yu, there are many of us anyway, so why not divide us into two groups? You can find a place for us, and I will lead a group of people to work. Anyway, if you are idle, you will be idle."

this……

Yu Baotou was a little hesitant. After all, hunting in winter is quite dangerous. If he falls into an ice hole, there is no way to save him.

At this time, it was Liu Qingshan's turn to add fuel to the fire, and he shouted cheerfully: "We just happened to be divided into two groups. Let's compete to see who can catch more fish." 7K妏婩

The young boy didn't know how high the sky was, so Yu Baotou decided to teach him a lesson, so he nodded:

"Okay, you can walk five hundred steps further north. There is a large deep ditch under the water there, and there are more fish gathering in previous years."

After thinking about it, he warned again: "Old Zhang, you must pay attention to safe operations and ask Lao Wu to lead your group."

Lao Wu is also an old fish leader, but his reputation is not as famous as Yu Baotou.

He is an old man in his fifties, who walks a little bow-legged. It is said that he suffered from rheumatism from living on a boat all the time.

Captain Zhang is familiar with the people in the reservoir, and he chatted with Wu Baotou:

"Old Wu, why don't you stop following me? You have a bad surname, and you just don't have anything. Don't trick us into catching a fish."

Old Wu didn't care, and retorted unceremoniously: "Old Zhang, if you're not hiding behind the pot, why are you here?"

At that time, the cooking pots in every household were made of earth, which was prone to cockroaches. He was nicknamed Xiaoqiang, commonly known as Lao Cockroach, which has the same pronunciation as Zhang, so people with the surname Zhang were often buried behind the cooking pots.

Everyone talked and laughed, divided half of the tools, and carried them north. The owner of the carriage drove the carriage and made another trip to pull out the old fishing nets.

Less than a mile later, we arrived quickly. Everyone picked up shovels and cleared the snow on the ice.

When digging ice holes, there are mainly two big ones: the net entrance and the fish outlet. The remaining small ice holes are for threading needles and threads, so there is no need to clear the snow.

As soon as the ice surface is exposed, the ice begins to break.

This job is the most physically demanding. Two people work together, carrying a large ice hammer weighing more than 20 kilograms, and landing it on the ice.

The entire body of the ice pick is made of iron, just like an enlarged version of an awl, but two horizontal iron bars are welded to the upper part for easier lifting.

Liu Qingshan and Er Biaozi were in a team. The two brothers shouted slogans, lifted the ice picks into the air, and then threw them down together.

With a muffled sound, the ice picks fell heavily on the ice surface.

A small hole as big as a bowl was cracked on the surrounding ice surface, and then they pounded it vigorously one after another.

After chiseling for twenty or thirty times, my arms became sore and my forehead began to sweat, but I must not take off my clothes or hats.

If I did, I would at least catch a severe cold when the biting northwest wind blew.

If I couldn't work anymore, I would replace people. I couldn't rest the tools.

I cleaned up the broken ice chiseled out of the ice hole with a shovel, and then continued to chisel.

The ice layer was nearly three feet deep, and it took more than half an hour to chisel. Everyone felt like they were holding a steamer on their heads, with white steam rising.

The wages of one dollar and fifty cents a day were really not easy to earn.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash, and the ice was finally broken. Under the huge pressure, the lake water under the ice surface gushed out from the ice hole with a gurgle.

Everyone was experienced and had already dispersed. Otherwise, the soles of their shoes would be frozen directly to the ice surface if they were stained with water.

Along with the lake water, there were more than a dozen small fish, all of which were river whitefish and crucian carp shells. They slapped on the ice surface twice and then were directly frozen.

When the water on the ice surface was frozen, everyone continued to chisel the ice, expanding the ice hole continuously, and this was the net mouth.

There were four groups in total, chiseling at the same time. On the ice surface, every few feet, an ice hole had to be chiseled. These did not need to be too big, as long as the iron hook could be inserted and the wooden pole passing through the water could be moved.

It was the first time for Liu Qingshan to participate in such a large-scale winter fishing, so he felt very novel.

I saw old man Wu connect the long wooden pole with the fishing net, and first put the pole vertically into the net entrance.

The pole is more than three meters long, just reaching the next ice hole.

Someone here used an iron hook to pull the wooden pole, moving it little by little to the next ice hole, driving the fishing net, and also entering the water little by little.

This wooden pole is equivalent to the needle for sewing clothes, and the fishing net is the thread. These ice holes play the role of threading the needle, pulling the fishing net and walking underwater.

It must be said that the wisdom of the working people is indeed infinite. In the ice and snow, they can come up with this method of fishing.

It is said that these methods have been passed down for thousands of years. In the Sui and Tang Dynasties, when this place was still called Mohe, historical books had already recorded: walking with the help of wood, and catching fish by chiseling ice.

The so-called walking with the help of wood is actually a sled.

When the dozens of meters long fishing nets were all in the water, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief and gathered together to smoke a cigarette and take a break.

Theoretically, as long as enough holes are dug in the ice, the fishing net can continue to move underwater, and more big fish will be caught in the net.

But digging ice holes is too hard, and the days are short in this season, and it will be dark at four or five in the afternoon, so you have to hurry up.

When the fishing net travels more than a hundred meters underwater, it gradually approaches the exit of the net. A large ice hole has been dug here as the exit for fish.

And a large winch was erected, pulled by three horses, circling on the ice surface, and the winch was used to drag the fishing net out of the water little by little.

So not only do you have to hire people, but you also have to hire horses.

A net of fish can weigh tens of thousands of pounds, and it is definitely impossible to pull it with human power.

At this time, not many people are needed, mainly relying on horsepower, so the remaining idle people all wander over there. Yu Baotou and his team started earlier, and now they are almost out of fish.

Liu Qingshan had to follow him, and when he looked over there, he saw that the fishing net had been pulled up for the most part. There would definitely be no fish at this time, as the fish would gather at the bottom of the net.

Feeling that the atmosphere here seemed a bit solemn, Yu stared at the three horses pulling the winch, and was in a daze.

He was an expert, and he felt that the horses pulled the winch a little too easily today.

This proved that the net under the water was relatively light, and I was afraid that the harvest inside would not be too big?

"Fish!"

Accompanied by someone's roar, a big fathead fish was dragged out of the water in the fishing net. It looked like it weighed more than ten pounds and flapped its tail vigorously.

"Not bad, not bad."

Everyone praised it in unison, and then they saw a shocking scene: the entire fishing net was dragged out, and there were only a dozen fish at the bottom of the net, and it seemed that they were less than a hundred pounds.

These dozen fish continued to be dragged on the ice and slid towards the winch. Everyone was stunned, so much so that the horse driver forgot to shout "whoa".

How could this happen?

A lifetime of fame, ruined in an instant!

Yu Baotou felt his legs go soft, and the energy in his body seemed to be drained away in an instant. He sat on the ground with a plop.

There was a layer of water on the ground, which was brought up with the fishing net just now. There was ice under the water, so it was very smooth. Yu Baotou sat on it and slid towards the fish mouth like a slide.

There seemed to be a bottomless abyss...

March, early spring.

Download the Aiyue Novels app to read the latest chapters. The latest chapters are already on the Aiyue Novels app. The website no longer updates the latest chapters. A corner in the eastern part of Nanhuangzhou.

The gloomy sky was gray and black, revealing a heavy depression, as if someone had splashed ink on rice paper, and the ink soaked the sky and smudged the clouds.

The clouds overlapped and blended with each other, spreading crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder.

It was like the roar of a god, echoing in the world.

Please download the Aiyue Novels app to read the latest chapters for free without ads. The bloody rain, with sadness, falls to the mortal world.

The earth is hazy, and there is a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim bloody rain.

The broken walls and ruins in the city, everything is withered, collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering.

The bustling streets in the past are now bleak.

The sandy road that was once crowded with people is no longer noisy.

Only blood mud mixed with pieces of meat, dust, and paper is left, which is indistinguishable and shocking.

Not far away, a broken carriage is deeply stuck in the mud, full of sadness, with only an abandoned rabbit doll hanging on the shaft, swaying in the wind.

The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of gloomy weirdness.

The cloudy eyes seemed to have some resentment, and he looked at the mottled stones in front of him alone.

There, a figure was lying.

This was a 13 or 14-year-old boy, with ragged clothes and full of dirt, and a broken leather bag tied around his waist.

The boy squinted his eyes and did not move. The biting cold penetrated his tattered coat from all directions, swept through his body, and gradually took away his body temperature.

The website is about to close, download the Aiyue app to see the latest content for free But even if the rain fell on his face, he did not blink, staring coldly at the distance like a hawk.

Following his gaze, a skinny vulture was gnawing on the rotten corpse of a wild dog at a distance of seven or eight feet from him, and sometimes vigilantly observed the surroundings.

It seemed that in this dangerous ruin, it would instantly take off at the slightest movement.

Download the Aiyue novel app to read the latest chapters without ads for free. And the boy, like a hunter, patiently waited for the opportunity.

After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally completely sank its head into the belly of the wild dog.

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