Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 71—Hunting Waterfowl

When the morning glow was reddened by the sky, Claude ended his second practice of hexagram meditation and woke up.

Very good, the three partners lying on the cabin are sleeping well, and Verricko is still making a squeaking noise. I don’t know if I am eating something delicious in my sleep. Bok Al is very good at this point. The wine is drunk and not noisy, so quietly, I have been sleeping until now. It seems that the blueberry wine is more expensive than the kanlan wine. At least it will not be a headache in the middle of the night to find water.

Eriksson was tired of holding a blanket and huddled together, sleeping like a baby. Last night, he rested first. Verricko said that he didn't want to sleep. He was on the middle of the night, let Claude rest first, and then get up late in the middle of the night. In fact, it will be around midnight, and Claude will agree if he thinks.

However, Claude did not sleep, but took time to practice a meditation, and it took an hour and a half to wait until he was awake. And Verricko is still fishing, but there are two more candles for the small fish lanterns. He said that he has caught seven fish.

According to their night fishing situation, this luck is not bad. Not counting the nets, there are sixty fish in the night fishing, which is estimated to be seven to eight rias. No wonder those fishermen say that night fishing is better than making money in the net during the day, but unfortunately it is impossible to catch so many fish every night.

Claude washed his face with the cold water, then urged Verricko to rest, and he took the two fishing rods. Verricko fell asleep very fast, wrapped in a blanket and soon snorted.

Claude's fishing technique is not as good as that of Verricko. He has been run away by hooked fish several times, but even so he has caught four lake fish, one of which is a more valuable money fish. Although this fish is also a freshwater fish, it has few fleshy fishbone, and its fish scales are similar to the shrinking gold coins. It has always been known as the lucky fish, and it is one of the few freshwater fish that the old pub is willing to buy at a high price. The estimated catch of Claude is about a pound and a half, and it should be able to sell five or six Sunars.

After Claude used up the remaining two fine candles, there was no way to do night fishing. Look at the glass hourglass and find that the time scale is only 4:20. This time should be the darkest moment before dawn. The silver moon in the sky seems to be blocked by the clouds, and there is no silver swaying down. The lake is dark and heavy. Only the large fish-leather lantern on the small fishing boat mast has a little candlelight, and the lake around the small fishing boat is printed with some dark red.

Claude felt that it should be safe on the lake. When he saw three partners, he slept very deeply, so he began to practice meditation. Only after the cultivation was completed, he found that the sky was white and dawn had arrived.

Standing up and stretching, he rubbed his face, picked up the linen towel hanging on the side of the ship, and rubbed his face in the lake. Claude picked up the iron pan, swayed in the lake, rinsed it, and then put a large wooden bucket in the cabin where the things were placed. The wooden bucket contained the spring water that was called yesterday, and the half pot of water was poured. , put it on the iron stove and burn it up.

To be honest, the mountain spring water of this large barrel is still adhered to by Claude. Eriksson thinks this is an unnecessary move, because they are going to the freshwater area of ​​Beringa Lake, but also afraid that there is no water to drink? The lake is full of fresh water. However, Claude said that the fishermen in the freshwater area are washing their faces and washing their feet in the lake, and even the toilet is in the lake. Does the lake drink everyone? So everyone agreed to send a large bucket of mountain spring water and spent a Sunar...

Claude is preparing to cook half a pot of black tea. He also bought a large bottle of milk and honey yesterday. He will put it in, honey milk and black tea. Drinking a cup early in the morning is not only comfortable, but also full of spirits throughout the day.

It’s just that Claude hasn’t finished half a cup, which is mainly because it’s too hot. Eriksson, who smelled the sweet smell, woke up and said with his eyes: "What is so fragrant..."

Claude also poured a large cup for him. The two men sat together on the deck and sipped, watching the distant green hills and the reeds in the distance to the lakeside...

Asaka is like a beautiful ribbon, dancing gently in the sky, dyed the blossoming white clouds with colorful smashing, and slowly dyed the whole sky, the sky is already bright. The fresh morning breeze swayed through the rippled lake, bringing crisp bird sounds, and a group of waterfowl flying in the distant reeds. They screamed in the air, some flying high, and some slowly Fall into the reeds...

"It will be a good day today," Eriksson said.

Claude was trying to agree, but he listened to his awkward question: "What do we eat in the morning?"

"Oh..." Claude really didn't understand how Eriksson linked the weather to what he had in the morning. He wouldn't respond to it for a while.

"That... Ike, there are a lot of ingredients on board, but we can't eat much in the morning." Crowder sighed. "We forgot to bring a pan. I originally wanted to fry steak or eggs in the morning. I can find it. No pans were found in the cabin. We brought the iron pan, the grill, the iron stove, and we forgot the pan..."

Eriksson was speechless. This was actually his responsibility. The things in the cabin were all put by him. He forgot to bring the pan to the boat. He only remembered that the chicken wings were busy and the barbecue was carried. This is really a tragedy.

"When the two of them get up, after drinking the black tea in this pot, I will cook another pot of noodle soup." Claude thought about it, can't eat barbecue in the early morning, so it is not good for the stomach, then only I can use this iron pot to make some breakfast.

Bokal finally got up, the spirit was very good, and he greeted Claude and Eriksson loudly, then poured a large glass of honey milk black tea and drank it.

Eriksson didn't give him a good look, and he slammed to the stern.

Bocker is somewhat inexplicable: "What happened to him?"

Claude shook his head: "Boa, this is your favorite night fishing party? You drunk yourself by drinking a bottle of blueberry wine, and then slumbering for a night, nothing can help. We Three tired for a night, so do you think I will be happy to see you?"

Boke Alzheimer: "Sorry, Claude, I don't know if I will get drunk, but the blueberry wine is so delicious, I drink so much without knowing it..."

"You don't drink much..." Verricko also got up. He came over and took the iron pot and drank black tea. This would be just the right temperature. It wouldn't be hot or cold and it would be suitable for the big mouth.

"You have a small bottle of blueberry wine and I have nothing to drink, I have not drunk with Ike, and there are two bottles in the cabin, you can bring it back to drink. Such a sweet fruit wine is what those girls love to drink, I did not expect you to Like, it’s all for you. Just like the amount of alcohol, half a bottle of fruit wine is drunk, I really don’t understand why you still have to scream for drinking every day...” Verricko snarled.

Bokal was beaten up. He could only drink black tea with his head down and pretend that he had not heard anything.

Claude endured a smile to help him fight round: "Oh, Vero, you say a few words, drink black tea into a cup, I have to cook breakfast, we forgot to bring a pan."

Busy for an hour or so, finally enough to eat and drink, clean up the things, Eriksson drove a small fishing boat to go to the fence. The fishing in the fence is good, there are more than 20 lake fish, and now there are more than 100 lake fish in the living tank.

Once the fence was placed in the lake again, it was next to the reeds and waterfowl and wild ducks. Claude took the two arquebuses out of the cabin and asked, "Who are you coming first?"

Verricko said: "To Boa, I will catch the fish first."

Eriksson made a half-sail, and with the breeze, the small fishing boat slowly approached the reeds. Everyone stopped talking and squatted under the ship's side, only showing their eyes to the front, so as not to cause the waterfowl in the reeds to feed. Attention.

"There..." Verricko whispered, a distance of about a hundred meters in the distance, a group of egrets are looking down at the water grass to find food.

Still different worlds, if you lived in the past, you would have to sit in a three-year prison. Claude leaned his rifle on the side of the ship and aimed it with a squat, while whispering to remind Bocker: "I hit the left, you hit the right one, don't forget."

A hundred meters away, even if the egret is relatively large in the waterfowl, but in the eyes of Claude, it is not much larger than a soybean, especially those reeds that sway with the wind, which adds a lot of difficulty to the aiming. .

There was a "click" in the ear, and Claude quickly pulled the trigger and put the rope into the pill...

"Boom! Boom!" Two explosions, a white smoke from the muzzle of the fire rope gun.

"No hit!" Verricko sighed beside him.

Both Bok Al and Claude did not hit the two shots. Instead, the gunshots of the arquebuses broke the silence in the reeds, and countless waterfowls spread their wings and flew into the sky.

"You didn't aim at the gun!" Claude airway, if it wasn't for Bocker's first trigger, he would aim more accurately before firing, instead of rushing the trigger.

"I, I am obviously aiming..." Bokal is telling himself.

"Forget it, I will shoot it next time." Claude didn't want to argue with him. He didn't practice a few times at a distance of 100 meters. It was normal to shoot it: "Ike, go a little ahead. I see those waterfowls parked in the reeds over there."

Claude fired seven shots and shot only one wild duck and one egret. Bok Al opened ten shots and didn't hit anything. Finally, he threw the gun in anger and grabbed the fishing rod of Verricko to go fishing. Because while they were hunting, Verricko caught a dozen fish from the lake.

Eriksson drove a small fishing boat in the middle of the reeds in the middle of the bend, and finally got the two prey that Claude hunted, which was thanks to the four-meter-long ship. If there were no ships, the egrets that were hunted could not be hooked out of the reeds and the water grass.

Verricko removed the sight from the barrel and now he and Claude are hunting, which is much more efficient. The reeds are indeed the paradise of these waterfowls. Countless waterfowls are shocked by gunshots, but they quickly fall again. So Claude and Verizro are not lacking in the goal of hunting, but these goals are far away. There is still a little bit.

For a long time, the two men hunted seven waterfowl, and of course they did not hit more. Eriksson also came over and fired five or six shots. Like Bocker, he didn't hit anything.

Bokal did not fish any more. He watched Eriksson sneer a few words when he didn't hit it. The two quarreled again.

At this time, Claude and Verizro supported the small fishing boat and took the last hunted waterfowl to the boat. The waterbirds around it had already run out, and the two decided to take a break.

Listening to Eriksson and Bokal, they quarreled, and Verricko said: "If you compare, you know who is watching..."

It is ok, but there is no target now. Bokal looked around for a long time, and finally his eyes lit up, pointing to the direction of the bow and said: "There is a wood in the water, we will hit the wood."

This wood should be a long trunk, half floating in the water, not much water out of the water, about two hundred meters away from the small fishing boat.

"Well, just hit the wood." Eriksson promised: "Whoever can't hit someone is the eye."

Verricko reloaded the sights and corrected them. Claude also handed his arquebus to Eriksson, and the two put a ten shot at the wood. The problem is that the distance is too far. The wood is still a long trunk. Whatever is not hit, it is not clear, so the two began to quarrel.

After a long time, Bok Al looked up and wondered: "Hey? How is the wood getting closer and closer to us, will there be no wind?"

Verricko looked back and was a bit stupid, but soon he jumped up: "Go, this is not wood, this is the Neros crocodile!"