I have been staying in the temple for the past few days, playing with the millet seedlings in the medicinal field all day long. I can see the green green in front of my eyes. I took advantage of my free time to go out for a walk in the mountains.
“This place is nice.”
The forest is not dense, and the branches and leaves are not lush.
But it was very peaceful, and the chirping of birds highlighted this even more, making him couldn't help but admire it.
The stream is gurgling. Not far away, there is an earth wall, from which large mountain springs flow down. They collect in the depressions and holes, overflow and flow into the stream.
The cobblestones pave the ground, and many of them in the stream are shining brightly in the sparse sunlight, creating ripples as the flowing water creates a sparkling halo.
Holding a piece in his hand, Chen Yu turned sideways and arched his back. With a flick of his arm, he saw the stone pieces flying across the water in a swirling manner, with three or five splashes of water falling out. They couldn't stop until they finally hit the rocks.
Down, fell into the water.
Plop!
The sinking stone fragments alarmed the surrounding area, and several silver crucian carp jumped away in a hurry, creating bursts of bubbles.
Sure enough, there are fish.
He looked at it with a clear face, knowing that he would definitely set a record on today's trip, sweep away the previous failures, and regain his prestige as a fisherman.
After finding a bay mouth, the sea was calm and the current was not that fast. Chen Yu untied various items from his body and placed them one by one in front of him.
String bait and lower the rod.
I threw in two handfuls of millet.
This is all he can come up with now. He can't even make some wine and rice, but there must be no shortage of nests to make.
This is the soul of wild fishing.
When the rice falls, some float on the water and some sink to the bottom, attracting fish.
"It would be nice if there was corn."
Corn kernels are also a favorite of fish, especially grass carp.
In fact, even he himself wanted to eat it.
Whether it's polenta, tortillas, steamed corn on the cob, or corn buns, I haven't tried them in a long time.
Unfortunately, there is none at the bottom of the mountain. I don’t know where it is waiting to be discovered in the mountain.
Boom~
The bait fell into the water and floated.
The breeze was blowing, bringing some fragrance of grass and trees. He raised his eyes and looked not far away. On a crooked ancient tree, the vines hanging on the branches were bearing orange-yellow fruits. Some were slightly green, but there were also a few that were ripe.
Distribute fragrance.
After eyeing the float, he stood up and walked a few steps away, then waded through the shallower part of the stream and came to the tree to jump and pick a bunch.
There are about ten of them, the size of longan.
After picking and choosing, only five mature ones were left in my arms.
Returning to the other side, he washed himself in the mountain spring. Chen Yu sat on the stone beach, staring at the float while feeling the cool breeze and the gurgling sound of the water. The mountains and fields were quiet, and he seemed to have abandoned all kinds of distracting thoughts, and his mood became
Peaceful.
Hold the fruit and peel off the skin, revealing the slightly white flesh. Take a bite.
The juice is sweet and immerses the taste buds.
At this time, the float trembled, he bit the fruit and held it in his mouth, then suddenly stretched forward half a foot and lifted the pole.
Wow.
The stream was flowing, and Chen Yu looked at the empty fishhook swinging in front of him. For a moment, he seemed to have returned to the stone pool behind the mountain.
"Isn't there a snakehead fish here?"
It turned out that there was only one black fish, and it is probably still on the mountain, but there were too many small fish in the stream.
One bite after another, almost without interruption, but I couldn't pull it up. It was up and down for dozens of rods, not to mention the fish, not even half of the fish's tail was visible.
Fishing time always goes quickly, but Chen Yu feels that the days are like years. He sits on the stone beach and stares blankly at the fish basket that he has not yet been able to launch.
What went wrong?
Are there no fish in the water? He shook his head. There were obviously a lot of fish in this stream, there were not many people around, and the environment was excellent.
He was puzzled. It was impossible that all the fish in the world did not eat earthworms. That was also impossible. Snakehead fish had been caught several times in the past, but they just kept getting unhooked and could not be caught.
It's a matter of skill and luck.
Chen Yu thought for a moment and changed places. This time he finally got something - a fluttering thorn with the thickness of a thumb, a pair of small eyes on his round head, his mouth wide open, and scales on his body smaller than a grain of rice.
.
His eyelids twitched, and he threw the guy back into the water. It was too small, about an inch. If the internal organs were put aside, they would probably not be found in the oil pan.
Throw it farther and hope it doesn't come back hungry for bait.
…
The cold water of the stream flows around the legs, leaving a soft floating feeling.
At this moment, Chen Yu was bending down and standing on a shallow beach.
I found a few potholes with rippling water, put the shrimp baskets in my hands inside, buried them in rocks, and placed them on the bottom of the water.
Standing up straight, his eyes fell on the water where five or six baskets had been placed. He sighed helplessly, and it turned out that he and the fish were not compatible.
In the distance, a long pole is stuck in the ground, with a thin line hanging from one end, floating motionless in the water.
too difficult.
It hasn't been open for more than two hours, so it's better to look for crabs and catch some loaches.
Of course, this creek is not as good as the one encountered in the mountains and forests. There are very few mountain crabs and loaches. Instead, there are many fine-clawed shrimps and rice shrimps in the shallow water.
The former are mostly found among underwater stone crevices, while the latter are concentrated among aquatic plants and vines on the shore.
Chen Yu gave up waiting for the fish and simply set up the basket first. It would be good if he could catch a few unlucky shrimps.
As long as you don't leave empty-handed, that's fine.
Fishermen, never airmen.
After muttering for a while, he finally put down most of the baskets except for the biggest one. Then he stepped on the stream, moved rocks, and blocked the narrowest waterway behind him.
There is a gap left in the middle, and the shrimp baskets are filled in and neatly arranged with stones. In this way, the water flows through the gap, but the fish and shrimps can only drill into the baskets.
Then there was waiting, and Chen Yu returned to the fishing place to continue his unfinished wild fishing. It didn’t matter whether he caught it or not, he should just come out this time to relax and appreciate nature.
When I thought about it like this, I suddenly felt as if my depression had dissipated a bit.
…
"Put your pole back and go back!"
Wow!
It was getting late, and Chen Yu didn't want to spend any more time in vain. The fishing rod still failed to operate. Actually, it can't be said that, at least he did catch a 'giant thing' today.
Less than an inch.
When he came to the stream, he mentioned that he had put the basket before, took a look, and then he was silent.
I saw two silver crucian carps as big as four fingers jumping and snapping, full of energy.
The basket is not big, and these two shrimps are estimated to be three ounces tall, which is not small in the mountains and wild areas, and the entire shrimp basket is almost full.
What is this? What is lost is gained in the east.
He shook his head and chuckled, rolled up his trousers and stepped into the water.
Another one was brought up, a big crab showing off its power.
Another one, a fat crucian carp as big as a palm was staring at the sky with its eyes wide open.
"..."
Chen Yu thought, this seems to be a shrimp basket, right?
Why are you just trying to get in there?
Immediately, he turned his head and looked at the exquisite fishing rod placed on the bank. This fishing tackle was made by cutting bamboo, hanging it, and drying in the shade for several days. He spent a lot of effort to make it himself, but failed several times.
You can taste the fishy smell.
Looking at the shrimp baskets that he had knitted casually and planned to use them as firewood after two uses, he didn't know what to say for a moment, so he could only silently pick up the shrimp baskets one by one.
Crabs, loaches, and crucian carp are all available.
However, he looked at these harvests and was speechless for a long time.
It's all there, far beyond expectations.
"But……"
“Why are there no shrimps?”
He held the largest shrimp basket in his hand, and amid the sound of rushing water, the fish were crowded together.