Ten baskets in total, all completely full.
There wasn't enough room for the rest, so I had to reluctantly put them all in.
Although most of the fish released were small, there were also some large fish over thirty years old, and more were released than yesterday's catch.
Based on yesterday's situation, a rough estimate is that half a basket contained more than thirty fish, and a full basket contained at least seventy fish.
Ten baskets would be seven hundred!
Seven hundred!
Based on a weight of three jin per piece...
"My goodness! I was worried about not being able to beat enough 500 jin! Right under my nose, there's already 2,000 jin!"
"Aaaaaah!!"
Miao Qingsong was so excited he went mad.
I've never seen so many fish in my life!
Awang shivered as he warmed himself by the fire. Once his body was half-dry, he couldn't sit still any longer and ran back to the village, trembling all over.
"I'll go to the team and get someone to bring a donkey cart!"
There's too much, too much. If we expect those four greenhorns to carry it back, it'll take until dark.
Meanwhile, things were also in full swing in the production team.
But some unsure murmurs arose, wondering if the four of them could really catch 500 pounds of fish.
If we don't catch him, all that effort we put in today will have been for nothing.
Exhaustion and inner turmoil gradually led to a pervasive atmosphere of laziness.
Farming is tiring.
Harvesting wheat is even more tiring.
When harvesting wheat with real intensity, you can't straighten your back at all; you have to go all out in one go.
Once you straighten up, you don't want to bend down anymore. Not only does your whole body ache, but your stomach, liver, and gallbladder also feel sore and twisted.
"We've caught a fish! We've caught a fish!"
"At least a thousand catties of fish!!"
Awang started yelling and shouting from a great distance.
The shouts reached the villagers' ears, and then an even louder and more intense shouting erupted from the fields.
"A thousand catties? You can't be exaggerating, can you?"
"Wow! Really?! You're kidding me!"
"Go and take a look!"
"Where's the fish? Why did you come back all by yourself, chattering away?"
Wang Junjun's father spotted a distant relative and immediately went over to inquire about him.
Ah Jun's face was beaming with joy:
"There are too many fish, and there are only four of us. We can't carry them all. We're thinking of asking the team to get four donkey carts to help us carry them."
This news was even more explosive.
A donkey cart can carry 400 jin (200 kg).
Calling a donkey cart would be more realistic.
Call four vehicles?
If this is just empty talk and nothing comes of it, those four hotheads will definitely be labeled as fools and paraded through the streets for days.
I doubt anyone would dare to play such a trick on someone.
"Go get the captain's signature and borrow the car! Let's go check it out too!"
The villagers made a ruckus, put down their sickles, and ran out of their assigned fields one after another.
Four donkey carts headed west, followed by a large crowd of people. Anyone who didn't know better would think something terrible had happened, given the sheer scale of the scene.
Chen Gang didn't stop them. He signed off on the four donkey carts that were taken away, and the villagers followed him westward like a swarm of bees.
He began to feel conflicted and uneasy.
They both hoped that the fish could be brought back and hoped that it couldn't.
It's been transported back, so I can eat it myself now.
But as a result, the villagers trusted Lin Mo even more afterward.
I just...
He now felt like he was being sidelined, with no one obeying his orders or arrangements all day.
They all rushed to the designated fields to harvest wheat, neglecting all other chores.
On the banks of the Nenjiang River, Lin Mo poured out the water from the iron kettle on the spot.
As the water was poured, several bird eggs, each no bigger than a thumb, rolled out.
Miao Qingsong looked on with curiosity, and quickly reached out and took the two.
I had sweet potato porridge for breakfast. There wasn't even any rice or wheat in the porridge, and the coarse grains were sparse. I just ate chunks of sweet potato.
After looking at the bird eggs, he didn't bother to ask where they came from. He immediately cracked open the shells and put the tender little eggs into his mouth.
The egg white is tender and chewy, while the yolk has a fishy and fragrant smell.
With tears welling up in her eyes, she smacked her lips a few times, barely tasting the flavor, before the two bird eggs were gone.
"It smells so good! I wish it were bigger. It's so hard to chew, it's gone in no time." Awang smacked his lips, savoring the aroma of the bird eggs.
Before long, four donkey carts arrived at the Nenjiang River in a flurry of activity.
The villagers who followed saw that the ten baskets were full.
For a moment, the riverbank sounded like a battle was raging, with shouts and cries blending into a deafening roar.
Wu Fengshou squeezed into the crowd and confirmed with his own eyes that he had indeed caught so many fish.
He wanted to urge everyone to hurry back and set up a pot to cook a big pot of fish, but his shouts were so loud that even he couldn't hear himself.
I'm dying to eat fish.
Unable to urge others to hurry, he had no choice but to turn around and run back to the group himself.
In the name of the production team, we obtained several kilograms of ginger and star anise, as well as oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar from the supply and marketing cooperative.
When the donkey cart returned in a flurry, fully loaded, several large pots of fish broth had already been prepared in the canteen.
The village has never been so lively; the aroma of fish fills the entire village.
After cleaning and scraping each fish, chop it evenly into two pieces.
First, fry both sides of the fish skin in oil until it turns golden brown.
Then put it into the boiling soup and simmer for 15 minutes.
Before the food was even served, the whole village was already drooling with envy, especially the little kids, who were crying and clamoring for a bite.
When the meal was finally served, the cafeteria was filled with people in tears.
So fresh, so tender, and with such a rich flavor!
In previous years, even during the Lunar New Year, having a bowl of fish soup with rice was a real treat.
Before them, each person had a piece of fish, each piece weighing a little over a pound, and it was all meat.
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