The Tenth Year of the End of the World"

33-36

If there is too much water, the fish will jump out. A small half bucket is about the same.
　　I re-baited and threw it into the water. Qingshan looked at me with envy. Jiang Yang had already squatted next to the bucket to watch the fish. He also picked off the flowers on the vine and put them into the water. I wanted to feed the fish, but was thrown all over my face by the fish's tail.
　　"Hmm." Jiang Yang ran over with squinted eyes. I wiped the water on his face and eyes, and he went back to look at the fish.
　　I caught three fish in a row, one big and two small, but there was no movement on the other side of the green mountain. He was a little anxious, and his tail was swinging behind him. I looked at the motionless buoy and said, "Don't be anxious."
　　Just as Qingshan was about to say something, his buoy moved, so He immediately held his breath and waited for a while before lifting the fishing rod.
　　There was a lobster hanging on his hook.
　　I pulled his fishing line and pulled off the lobster that was holding on to the fishing line with its pliers. After looking at it twice, I threw it back into the water.
　　Qingshan looked at me throwing the lobster back, his eyes seemed like he wanted to jump down and get it back again.
　　I said: "The lobster is too small. It will taste better when it grows bigger."
　　Qingshan leaned forward and retracted.
　　With a crash, Jiang Yang was splashed with water by the three fish in the bucket again. I heard his laughter and couldn't help but laugh too while holding the fishing rod.
　　The author has something to say: When I was a child, I went fishing with my dad. Because there were too many fish in the reservoir, I sprinkled a handful of bait, and all the scales rolled around, and there was no fish on my hook. Put the bait and lift it up directly on the belly of a fish... Hahahaha~ I was probably ten years old at that time~

☆, Chapter 36 036

　　The last seven fish in the bucket were all caught by me, and Qingshan didn’t catch any. Once, the fish finally bit the hook and was pulled out of the water. However, the hook failed to bite firmly and it fell back again.
　　The change of expression on Qingshan’s face from surprise to despair almost made me laugh out loud. At least he didn't laugh, otherwise Qingshan would have been even more uncomfortable. After all, he was still a child and was a little unhappy when he failed to catch any fish. It was only after I told him to come back when I had time in the future that he became happy.

　　After I finished fishing, I went for a walk in the field again. The frame that had been built for the beans in the vegetable field was blown down by the strong wind. Fortunately, the beans vines were not broken and were still entangled in the thin bamboo branches. superior. I re-strengthened it and picked a lot of water spinach in the field to eat at night.
　　For the fish cooked in the evening, take out the internal organs and fish intestines, chop them into several pieces, and cook a large pot with ginger-garlic white wine to make a white fish soup. After eating three big ones, the other four smaller fish were temporarily kept in the big basin. In order to avoid being picked up by mutated animals, the bucket was placed in Qingshan's room at night. Before I went to bed, Jiang Yang and Qingshan were still squatting by the bucket to watch the fish. I called twice, and Jiang Yang ran away reluctantly. Come and follow me to my room to sleep.
　　The summer rain comes and goes quickly. The next day, the weather is as hot as the dog days of summer. After just a few minutes in the sun, I am covered in sweat.
　　I was drying wheat on the cement floor in front of a nearby cement house. The cement floor was relatively well-preserved and close to our home. I simply treated the surrounding grass with thin bamboo branches. Use a big broom to sweep away the dirt and gravel on the cement floor, and then you can spread two thick layers of oil paper cloth on which to dry the wheat.
　　After the wheat is dried, it can be beaten and threshed. There is an electric threshing machine in the village, but there is no electricity. Even if there is, the threshing machine seems to be broken, so you have to do it yourself.
　　Although it is a bit boring and hard, it is not difficult. You just have to prevent the birds and some mutated small animals from coming to eat, so you have to watch around when drying the wheat. When a bird stops, use a bamboo tip to drive it away.
　　When the wheat is drying, it is necessary to turn it over so that it can be completely dried more quickly. This job was left to Qingshan, who was wearing a sky-blue artistic girl's big floral hat, a big yellow T-shirt and a pair of loose black pants, holding a long bamboo pole in his hand to guard the wheat.
　　Both Jiangyang and Qingshan have bigger feet than ordinary people. They can barely fit their feet into particularly loose trousers, but if the trouser legs are tighter, they will not fit in. I had no choice but to change their pants into tighter ones. Cut a pair of good trousers in half on both sides of the thighs. When wearing them, tie belts on the left and right waists with a row of buttons underneath. Although it was a little troublesome to put them on, I was finally able to put on the trousers. .