Ling San muttered: "There's no need to be so active!"
All I can say is that he was well prepared and didn't understand what the villagers were thinking.
How to say it, everyone is used to traveling light, and even if they know about winter fishing, they won’t prepare anything in advance.
If you have that much time, you might as well take a good rest and wait until the next day to catch more fish.
Besides, isn't it a hassle to carry things? It's so troublesome to carry pots, pans, and other things back and forth.
If you have that much time, you might as well move a few more fish.
Adhering to this idea, no one has built a fire by the river to boil soup for decades. Every year, their hands and feet are frozen, but they just persevere.
This year is different. The Ling family is very generous and has dispatched six ox carts.
Four of them are used to carry people, and two are used to carry goods. It is so fully prepared that it makes others envious.
Not to mention the young lady from the Ling family. Although they couldn't hear what she said, anyone with eyes could see Ling San lighting a fire and setting up a pot.
I was just too embarrassed to go over and ask, so I just looked at him quietly.
I still envy them in my heart. It’s so cold, it would be so comfortable to drink a bowl of hot soup.
Now that Ling San called him like that, he didn't hesitate at all.
They dropped their tools and ran over here, fearing that the village head would not let them take advantage, or that they would be too late and the hot water would have been drunk by others.
Chi Xingyue didn't care, but still asked people to line up, to avoid any shoving and accidents, and to avoid doing something bad with good intentions.
The villagers understood the Ling family's temperament, nodded, and lined up.
Ling San took out the rough ceramic bowls they had specially prepared and gave each person a bowl of ginger soup. After a while, the soup was all distributed.
However, there were still many people who did not get to drink.
But don’t worry, there is plenty of snow. As long as you have ginger slices, you can continue to cook.
Before leaving, Aunt Taohua chopped up two pounds of ginger. Chi Xingyue also dug up some from the space vegetable garden and chopped off two pounds of ginger to mix in.
Therefore, the ginger water boiled by Ling San was particularly delicious. Not long after drinking it, I felt warm all over.
They continued working after everyone had rested. The young men, full of energy, dug all the ice holes in no time.
"Okay, okay, let's put down the net!" Song Lizheng gave a call, and everyone stuffed the fishing net into the net entrance.
Then use a rod to pull it slowly to the outlet.
Feeling the weight of the two side fins, everyone's faces showed happy smiles, because it meant that there were a lot of fish and their hard work was not in vain.
The network port is the same as the network port, a small rectangle.
Because the fishing net is very heavy and cannot be pulled up at all, a wooden winch is placed not far from the outlet.
The older people in the village all wait here to wind the fishing nets onto the reel, which saves some effort.
The fishing net was pulled slowly, and the outlet was the same as the inlet, a small rectangle, so the fish had to be caught one by one.
Song Lizheng was looking at the big fish as long as his arms in the river, and he was so happy that his teeth were grinning.
Regardless of the cold, he took the fish out. The fish's tail swung back and forth vigorously, slapping his face. Song Lizheng's cheeks turned red instantly.
Still feeling a little numb.
But he was not angry. Instead, he smiled and said, "This is a good omen. There will be fish every year and there will be surplus every year!"
The villagers smiled and agreed, taking turns to help, either by carrying the fish directly or by scooping them up with baskets or backpacks.
In short, there are many new ideas, but they are effective.
The fish that was caught fell to the ground and soon became stiff.
They are simply not able to adapt to temperatures of dozens of degrees below zero.
Looking at their bent bodies, it is not difficult to imagine how much pain they suffered before dying.
But so what? The villagers endured for a year without going to the river to salvage, just for this day!
The laughter echoed across the entire river surface, and even people from Dahe Village and Shanghe Village who came out to collect firewood could hear it from afar.
I thought it was another invasion by the Northern Liao people and was terrified. But when I came over to take a look, I was shocked to see that Qingshan Village was really capable and had caught so many fish.
Song Lizheng was naturally not a petty person, so he asked someone to call Song Zhaochun and Song Laoer over.
The fish caught in the first few nets cannot be shared with others, but after the work in our own village is done, the ice holes left behind can be given to others for use.
Don't think that it's easy to dig a few holes in the ice. If it weren't for Old Man Zhao's extraordinary skills and the many young and strong people in the village, it would be impossible to dig through the half-meter thick ice.
Upon hearing this, the two men ran towards their village as fast as their heels could.
The firewood that was finally picked up was scattered all over the ground and no one cared about it.
Song Lizheng asked people to put the fish into baskets, wanting to allocate half of the manpower to transport the fish back first.
Ling Jiheng said, "Put it on the ox cart to save some energy."
Song Lizheng patted his thigh lightly: "That's great, we can send it back in one trip."
Winter fishing has never been so easy in all these years.
The group loaded the frozen bighead carp into an oxcart, but they didn't expect that the amount they caught with one net was so large that it couldn't even fit in an entire car.
But it doesn’t matter, the Ling family has a good idea.
The wooden frame with iron plates fixed to the bottom was lowered and tied to the back of the ox cart. It was easy to pull and could hold at least three baskets on the frame.
In this way, all the fish in the net bag were transported away.
Of course, a few were left behind and made into soup for everyone on the spot.
Ling San and his companions gutted the big fish that they had just caught and which had not yet frozen solid, scraped off the scales, and then washed it lightly with clean snow.
After cleaning, the fish was already hard. Put it on the stove to roast it, and then put it in the pot to cook.
There were already ginger slices in the big iron pot, and Chi Xingyue took some onion segments, garlic cloves, and chili peppers from the carriage and put them in.
The sweet and sour fish soup was quickly cooked. Chi Xingyue sprinkled a handful of salt into it, stirred it with a spoon, and it was ready to drink.
Each person was given a bowl of fish soup, and after drinking it, they continued to work.
The Ling family did not come forward to join in the fun, but quietly took out the dry food that Aunt Taohua had prepared for everyone and ate it with oil tea.
After eating and drinking, we continued to have fun. Those big fat fish were really beautiful!
Time passed little by little, and soon it was mid-afternoon.
The villagers once again looked at the departing ox cart and felt that this year's winter fishing was particularly easy.
Even Song Lizheng was reflecting on whether they had been too perfunctory in previous years' winter fishing. If they had taken it seriously, would they have been able to harvest more?
Look at today, the fishing nets were lowered again and again, everyone’s hands were blistered, but no one complained of being tired.
The speed was so fast that the Ling family had to free up three ox carts to barely keep up with the salvage speed.
He dared to say that this year's fish harvest was the largest in Qingshan Village's decades of winter fishing.
Seeing that it was getting dark, Song Laoer and Song Zhaochun came over with the strong laborers from Dahe Village and Xiahe Village.
Song Lizheng glared at his two useless cousins: "You came here after the sun went down. Aren't you afraid of falling into the ice hole?"
Song Lao Er smiled awkwardly, unable to express his pain.
He thought that the village was full of monsters and demons, and even if he wanted to leave early, he didn't have the conditions to do so.
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