Longing for mountain village life

Old man Fengyun praised: "Good boy, powerful, actually directly caught such a big one, it is really not a hit."

"Fortunately, I have fished bigger than this before, and there are many big fish in the reservoir." Jiang Tian responded modestly.

Only the wind spirit caught in the middle did not want to speak, but only wanted to be quiet.

It's unfair that you all caught such a big fish, and I caught a big net of crucian carp myself.

When she was fishing at sea, she had caught fish weighing hundreds of kilograms, and she was dragged up with her own ability.

I wanted to fish a big one, so that I could also show my ability to the fullest, but God didn't give her the opportunity to show it.

Seeing that Feng Ling was sulking, the old man Fengyun comforted: "Don't panic, fishing is a matter of cultivating emotions, the purpose is not fishing, but in the process, as for the result, don't care too much." Feng

Ling pouted, "Grandpa, you have caught so many fish, is it really worthy of your conscience to say such things?" "

Hahahaha!" The old man laughed loudly, sure enough, he could still laugh comfortably here, and he was in a happy mood, staying in the nursing home all day to face those lifeless environments, even small problems became big problems.

Feng Ling looked depressed, she hung the earthworm again and threw the fish hook into the reservoir.

"I still don't believe I can't catch big fish!" The wind spirit muttered.

Jiang Tian treated it plainly, it was not a fishing competition, and now the three of them had caught enough fish, enough to eat several meals.

Time passed little by little, and suddenly, the fish of the wind spirit drifted and sank rapidly.

"Big fish!" She was excited in her beautiful eyes, and now she had a chance to show her abilities.

I saw that the wind spirit was constantly slipping the fish, and the action techniques were quite skillful, but I didn't expect that this fish was surprisingly cunning, sometimes sinking, sometimes floating, sometimes pulling the fishing line hard, and sometimes suddenly loosening.

Originally, when the wind spirit was exerting force, the fish came along with her, but before it came to the surface of the water, he used a force and tightened the fishing line again.

Seeing the situation on Feng Ling's side, the old man Fengyun looked over curiously and was surprised: "It looks like a smart big fish, it's not simple."

"That's, and don't look at who fished it." Feng Ling finally raised his eyebrows.

"Let's pull it up first!" The old man stared at the situation on the river.

The wind spirit slipped for more than ten minutes, and she herself was almost tired, but fortunately, this fish was not as strong as a human after all, and she was directly dragged up by the wind spirit.

Sou!

Another beautiful landscape.

It's that this line is a little bigger!

When Feng Ling saw what was on the fish hook, the expression on his face suddenly changed from joy to stunned.

I saw that on the hook was a very large Wang Ba, still pedaling his legs in mid-air.

Wang Ba fell to the ground, and he no longer had the strength to crawl.

When the old man Fengyun saw it, he immediately laughed, "This is the big fish you said, it is indeed big, and it is still unique among us." Feng

Ling's stunned expression turned into surprise again, "Although it's not a fish, it's unique, and the soup that Wang Ba uses to stew is delicious, right, Jiang Tian."

"Yes, this can indeed be used for stew, and if you drink it often, it is also good for the body." Jiang Tian said.

"You two, okay, we have also caught a lot of fish, and we have to help Brother Ming when we go back, so we can't let him work alone."

Jiang Tian helped the old man with the fishing net, their harvest this time was not small, although it was not as good as the previous time when he caught fish with Dong Shihao, but it was enough to eat for a while.

Passing by the river, Jiang Tian took out the cage under it, threw away the grass, and could see that there were half a basket of small fish and shrimp inside.

"I went, and there were so many fish coming in." Feng Ling was surprised and felt very interesting.

Old man Fengyun: "What's the fuss, we often caught fish like this when we were young, what's so strange about this, that is, you grew up in the city since you were a child, and then you went directly to study abroad, and you don't know these basic things." "

Whatever!" Feng Ling said.

"Still quibbling, I still remember when you first came back, you passed by a field and said how you planted so many leeks, and it almost didn't make me angry at that time, it was wheat seedlings."

Feng Ling didn't dare to speak, that time it really choked his grandfather angrily, as a Chinese person, he actually recognized Mai Miao as a leek, if it weren't for his mother at that time, I am afraid he would have been beaten.

However, she still stuck out her tongue mischievously behind her grandfather's back, and was just seen by Jiang Tian.

Feng Ling smiled and said without making a sound, I'm so pitiful~~

Jiang Tian is not good to say anything, this recognition of Mai Miao as leeks is indeed her wrong.

The three of them soon returned home, and Grandpa was filling the hawthorn in the iron basin into a bottle and saw their full fishing nets.

"It's a big harvest!"

"Caught a lot of fish, this is not she also caught a king."

"Wang Ba is good, I can just give you stewed soup to drink, in this case, I won't make chicken soup, it's directly fried chicken." Grandpa said.

"Look, Grandpa Ming also said that Wang Ba is good."

"Okay, who let you only catch Wang Ba." Old man Fengyun put down the fishing rod, "If there is anything you need our help with, although you say, don't treat us as guests, in fact, we are all troublesome to you."

Grandpa also knew the character of the old man Fengyun, so he did not shirk, "In this way, you help me with a piece of canned food, and those fish, Wang Ba and so on will be handed over to Jiang Tian." "

After dividing the work, Jiang Tian is responsible for cleaning up the fish that he catches and will use it for stir-frying, and the three of them are canned food.

The hawthorn is first filled with a clean can, and then the soup is poured, and the sweet taste is always pervasive, tickling the taste buds of the wind spirit.

"Can you eat this now?" Feng Ling asked.

"Of course, you can, but the sweetness has not penetrated into the hawthorn, it may be more sour, and it will taste better if it is left in the shade for a few days."

Feng Ling sounded a little pity, it was really delicious, but the feeling of not being able to eat it was too painful.

The hawthorn canned food was packed and placed in the Westinghouse, and the grandfather went to the vegetable garden to pick a lot of vegetables, and the wind spirit also helped wash the vegetables, and the old man Fengyun couldn't help, so he teased the rabbit next to him.

"Brother Ming, your life is also very moist, and you still have two rabbits, I see that one of them has a little big belly, is it eating too much?"

Grandpa was shocked, quickly came over to check, reached out and touched the rabbit's abdomen a little, and said in surprise: "This rabbit is actually pregnant." "