Su Qing porcelain...
Inside the pond.
The strong men, their clothes soaked, struggled to catch the fish.
Everyone was putting in their best effort, wanting to catch everything as quickly as possible and get ashore sooner.
Basket after basket of fish were carried up.
The accountant, scorekeeper, team leader, secretary, and others weighed the items and made records at the same time.
After being weighed, the fish were poured onto the lawn next to them, where they thrashed and jumped around.
Some children ran around the school of fish, shouting and laughing happily.
Even before the Lunar New Year, the Gaotang Brigade already had the atmosphere of the New Year.
Soon, all the fish in the pond were caught, and the shivering men climbed out and jumped into the well not far away.
The well water in the village is from an underground spring, warm in winter and cool in summer, and you can drink it one mouthful after another like a string of candied hawthorns.
The first well is for drinking water, used by the whole village. The next one is for washing vegetables, then for washing clothes, and the last one is for washing dirty things.
Shivering from the cold, the commune member jumped into the third well. His frozen body was enveloped in the warm well water, and he quickly rubbed the mud off his body with his hands. His family members nearby hurriedly handed him a cotton-padded coat.
Su Qingci, holding a military water bottle, found Song Jingzhou.
What are you going down there for?
"Do we need that one fish?"
"In this cold weather, if you catch a cold, wouldn't that be just asking for trouble?"
"Here, I just made you some ginger soup when I got back. It's still piping hot, so drink it down quickly."
"Go back and change your clothes as soon as you finish drinking."
Song Jingzhou listened to Su Qingci's incessant nagging, tilting his head back with a smug look on his face.
It's as if they're saying, "Look, even I have someone to take care of me now."
He took the water bottle and gulped down several mouthfuls.
The piping hot ginger syrup was sweet, spicy, and pungent.
After a few gulps, my whole body started to warm up, and a thin layer of sweat even appeared on the tip of my nose.
"It's okay, I'm used to it."
"What's a little chill!"
"Didn't you say you liked to eat crucian carp?"
Song Jingzhou looked up and smiled, "Those who go down to catch fish can choose their fish first. I don't want any silver carp or grass carp later."
"We specially select small crucian carp weighing a pound or two to make soup for you every day."
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