I can see the book of life and death

The matches in the stove were crackling, and the red flames were constantly licking the bottom of the pot. The thick white soup was rolling in the pot, and occasionally the white fish meat could be seen.

Sprinkle a handful of finely chopped green onion into the pot. At the same time, the iron spoon explores the path and scoops up a large bowl full of fish, but there is less soup.

A pair of rough, frozen hands like stubby radishes picked up the full fish soup.

The woman serving the soup was smiling. She saw the three men at the table from a distance and said with a smile: "The fish soup is ready. Come on, my benefactor, this bowl is yours..."

The young fisherman sitting at the table heard the woman's voice and quickly stood up. The woman tried to hold the man down, but she couldn't.

"You were injured underwater just now. Now you need to rest for a while, and you are still acting recklessly like a cow..."

"Hehe~"

The fisherman man smiled innocently.

"I told you everything is fine. It's just a bit of a bruise. I'm very energetic and I feel like I have endless energy in my body."

"I'm going to bring a bowl of soup to our father. You've been busy all day too. Come over and eat together instead of working on the stove."

The man was quick with his hands and feet and quickly brought over two bowls of fish soup.

Zhang Mingtu looked at this scene with an indescribable feeling in his heart.

He helped the fisherman pull all the fish, weighing more than three hundred kilograms, ashore.

It was obviously the net owned by a man from that family, but the man insisted that the fish was caught by Zhang Mingtu.

Seeing that Zhang Mingtu had no intention of taking it and was preparing to leave, the fisherman became anxious and simply sold the three hundred kilograms of fish at a low price.

If he refused to accept the collected money, he would give it to Zhang Mingtu, and even dragged Zhang Mingtu to his house for dinner.

"We make a living on this river every day. If we fall into the water, we will look at each other and save each other.

"But even after Jiang Shangren was rescued, he still had to have a banquet with good wine and food to entertain his benefactor.

"Now my benefactor is not a fisherman, but he dares to go into the water and fight with that big fish to save a lowly person like me, and he doesn't even want to eat a meal?"

Zhang Mingtu tried several times but could not postpone it.

Thinking that it would only take one meal, I finally agreed.

It's just that he saw that the fisherman's man was not well-dressed, and the woman named Xiulan was also good-looking, and her family was obviously not well-off, so he picked two large carp of about ten kilograms and a nearly ten kilogram carp from the three hundred kilograms of fish.

There will be two meters of catfish.

The fisherman man didn't think much about it, but the woman named Xiulan felt a little ashamed on her face and secretly poked the fisherman man twice.

Seeing this, Zhang Mingtu laughed and said: "I heard that fishermen don't make top-notch fish, but the taste is first-class.

"I have eaten a lot of all kinds of fish, but I have never eaten a ten-pound carp or a two-meter-long catfish. Today I want to try the fisherman's craftsmanship. I have to say if I am not satisfied.

"

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The man asked the woman to stop, but the woman did not stop. Soon, four or five more dishes were served one after another, including not only fish but also pork, vegetables, and even a plate of persimmons.

The father of the fisherman also dug a jar of rice wine from the ground. He stroked the jar with dirt and said with a smile: "Back then, I rescued a noble man who fell into the water. This was a gift from the noble man. I thought it was right. It tastes good.

Worthy of a benefactor."

Before Zhang Mingtu could refuse, the old man had already opened the clay, corrected the color, and poured Zhang Mingtu a glass first.

"My benefactor saved me, and my son has rekindled my kindness to the Li family. I have to pour this glass of wine with my own hands..."

The old man is already quite old, and I don’t know where he learned these polite words and etiquette, but many of them seem lame and have some omissions.

Although the Zhang family is an escort agency, there are various etiquettes and jargons that are much more perfect. Zhang Mingtu could easily see the old man's mistake, but he did not mention it because the old man spoke sincerely and truly meant it.

Compared with hypocritical and polite etiquette, this true feeling is the most important.

Etiquette is meant to make people feel respected and enthusiastic, and the old man is already enthusiastic enough.

None of this surprised Zhang Mingtu. What surprised Zhang Mingtu was that he had seen this old man before.

Initially, Zhang Mingtu wanted to investigate the specific situation of the dike and the granary, and then the old man told Zhang Mingtu about the corresponding situation of the dike.

During the heavy snow yesterday, the old man also picked a lot of fish to sell in the city, and Zhang Mingtu also gave him a bowl of mutton soup.

The old man was busy yesterday, with a look of hope in his eyes and expectations for the future.

Today, the old man looks excited, grateful and happy.

He was even able to utter a set of crude and polite words of gratitude, which was completely different from Zhang Mingtu's impression of the old man who only kept repeating the story of his son's death and accusing the county magistrate of darkness.

"Come on, drink!"

Zhang Mingtu's mind was still wandering, and the old man had already raised his wine glass.

"Come on, do it!"

The fisherman's man also joined the drinking party, his actions were slightly rude, but even more heroic.

"Eat vegetables, eat vegetables, how about trying our fishermen's craftsmanship?"

It can be seen that Old Man Li and his family have tried their best to make this dinner grand.

I cut the pork from the market and cut the white radish into the fish soup. The radish leaves were not wasted. I cut them into pieces after running them through water and mixed them with some spicy seasoning and a small amount of fat.

There was a small half-steamed carp next to it. It wasn't that I didn't want to steam the whole carp, but the whole fish was too big to fit in the steamer.

And I was really unfamiliar with it in a short period of time, so I gave up.

Cut the catfish into thick slices and fry it lightly in oil.

It was fried golden brown on both sides. I don’t know what seasoning was used, but it tasted pretty good.

Such banquets can be seen everywhere in later generations, and even because of poor cooking methods, many people will not finish the meal.

After all, although the fish has been treated as much as possible, it still has a fishy smell.

Grease paper is also rarely used.

This era was not as rich in materials as later generations, and it was common to have very little fat. People's treasures usually didn't have any oil or water in their meals. If they could add a spoonful of lard to their meals, it would be extremely delicious.

Frying fish in oil is already quite grand.

Zhang Mingtu was well aware of all this, and he never felt disgusted or dissatisfied.

This banquet was quite grand for him.

"Hey, the fish tastes particularly delicious today. Xiulan, your craftsmanship has improved again."

"No, it's just done in the usual way."

"This tastes really good. Please eat more of it, my benefactor."

“It tastes really good.”

Zhang Mingtu nodded in admiration, these were the biggest fish that swallowed the most blood from the catfish goblins at the bottom of the river.

Zhang Mingtu watched them closely, and not one of them escaped.

After swallowing the demon blood of the catfish, the texture of the meat has changed slightly, showing signs of demonization, and of course the taste is quite good.

Ordinary ginseng that is more than a hundred years old may not be as good as this meal of fish.