Five hundred and five chapters began to scourge Italy
As a fisherman, you must be a fisherman, so you can catch wherever you go. Although Hong Tao did not bring a full set of fishing gear this time, he still had something prepared in his wallet, including a ten-meter-long fishing line and a pack of fishing lines.
Fishhook No. 9 is his sidearm. He takes it with him wherever he goes. No, he is using it now!
As for the bait, who would buy commercial bait when fishing on a small river in a rural area? Just catch grasshoppers and dig out earthworms. It doesn’t matter if you don’t have any of these. There are always maggots in the cow dung pile with a small wooden stick.
There are always a few big ants caught on the land, right? There are none of these! Then the place you are going to is not the countryside, but the tundra of Greenland!
The small river next to the mound is very narrow, less than 3 meters wide, and the water is very shallow and clear. A big stone can expose half of the water. This kind of environment is really difficult for floods. According to domestic experience,
There are at most a few small tigers or snakehead fish in this kind of river. It's okay to catch a small shrimp, but there is really no hope for fishing.
But looking at the expectant eyes of the children, Hong Tao couldn't say not to play with them. Moreover, these children worked very hard to catch more than ten small bugs such as grasshoppers. Even the little girl couldn't bear it.
Out of fear, I pinched a small beetle with my fingers.
"Come on, let's tie the hook first! Like this... like this... pull... hey... that's it!" Since he didn't understand the language anyway, Hong Tao didn't waste any effort and just treated it as coaxing.
A group of mutes and deaf people played together, talking to themselves, tying the fishing lines and hooks, and then replaced the two sets of crappy things originally on the wooden sticks, giving one to the brave little girl and one to themselves.
Take it, help her put a grasshopper on the fishhook, and throw it into the river.
In fact, this is all nonsense, the river is too shallow. In addition, the current is quite fast, so the bait thrown is floating on the water, and it washes away every few seconds. It has to be pulled back and thrown again. In addition, the river is too narrow.
Even if there are fish in the water, if there are such a group of naughty children standing on the river bank, the fish below will also run away. Look, there are still some throwing stones into the water!
After fishing for more than ten minutes, not a single fish took the bait, and no one came to eat the bait at all. The children began to chatter impatiently, and the eyes they looked at Hong Tao were no longer so adoring.
"Hey, you're forcing me to use my ultimate move! We can't lose our reputation as a master in a small Italian village!" Hong Tao was embarrassed to admit defeat in front of children, so he had to use his ultimate move.
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If you want to catch fish in such a small river ditch, the simplest and most effective way is not to use fishing, nor to use a net. It is to use stones and mud! Since the fish in the water do not give face and are unwilling to come up, then let’s
Go down!
Hong Tao just threw the fishing rod on the ground, then put on his wading shoes, rolled up his trouser legs and got into the water. He fished out a few big rocks from the bottom of the water and started building a dam. Those children were not stupid either. They knew it when they saw Hong Tao's actions.
What did he want to do, so the team that caught bugs was changed to a team that transported stones. With more people and greater strength, it only took a while to complete a stone dam above the water, and the water could only flow out along the cracks in the stones that built the dam.
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The rest of the work is simple. Open two small openings in the dike at will, then take off the T-shirt, tie the collar and two cuffs, and cover it under the opening where the water flows. This is a net. As long as you use this
Everything that comes out of the mouth has to go into the net.
This is not finished yet. Someone still has to go to the distant river to blast fish here. This job is left to the children. Three or five children hold hands and wade through the river from dozens of meters away to this place.
While walking, Hong Tao and another little boy stood in the water with their buttocks sticking out and their clothes spread open, waiting for the harvest.
Don't tell me. There are quite a lot of hard goods in this small river. Not only are there small fish and toads, but there are also salmon and catfish. One of the largest catfish is more than a foot long. Those children drove them into despair.
, like breaking out of a small opening, and ended up getting directly into Hong Tao's clothes.
After this trip, the small iron bucket suddenly became a concentration camp for prisoners. Not only were there fish, but there were also several freshwater crayfish holding large pincers, which is what we often call crayfish, but they are different from Chinese crayfish.
The same thing is that the crayfish here are a bit bluer, and the two large pincers are obviously larger in proportion and larger in size.
The children didn't care whether the fish were caught or caught. Anyway, if they had fish, it was considered a skill, and they were happy. It wasn't until their parents' shouts rang out from the mound that the children reluctantly returned home with their small buckets in hand.
The parents of those children were also very surprised when they saw the harvest in the small iron bucket. Even BB didn't recognize most of the fish and those few crayfish, and didn't know what he did when he was a child.
Since this early morning fishing activity, Hong Tao has completely established a high reputation among this group of children. Apart from sleeping and eating, he is always followed by a group of little ones, following him wherever he goes. Hong Tao does not dislike these.
The shrimp soldiers and crab generals, under their guidance, not only wiped out the small river next to BB's house
After a while, they also harassed several nearby small rivers. In addition to various small fish and shrimps, they also attracted a group of children from nearby houses. They ran to BB's house when nothing happened, and everyone carried them.
A small bucket, nominally coming to play with BB's children, but actually inviting Hong Tao to harm the river near their home.
"I think you are too poisonous. You have been training other people's children to harm small fish and shrimps since they were young. If you just slap your ass and leave, the Italians will be crying in a few years. There will not even be any fish or insects left in the river ditches!" Wang
Jian was very critical of Hong Tao's behavior and directly slapped him with a big hat.
Pastoral life is very boring. I go crazy with my children for a while every day, help BB's woman feed the pigs, take a nap after lunch, and follow BB in the afternoon to his small family winery that is said to have a history of hundreds of years.
Go around, drink some wine or something from him, or get on BB’s father’s tractor, go for a walk in the fields, and come back in the evening
Everyone gathers around the table to eat and drink coffee, and the day is over. If you want to retire, this is a really good place. The pace of life is extremely slow, and there is no need to have a sense of time. You can do whatever you want. In the eyes of these Italians,
Here, except for eating and sleeping, there is no concept that something must be done within that time, and everything can be delayed.
It's a pity that Hong Tao and the others really can't afford to delay. A week has passed in the blink of an eye. The ambition of traveling around Europe that he set when he came out of Germany has almost wiped out the leisure time of this week, and his body has become weak.
"I said it's time for us to do some activities. Although it's very comfortable to stay here, we can't live here as our own. Where should we go next?" After lunch that day, Hong Tao stopped Pan and Wang Jian and was about to ask.
Ask them what they think.
"Why don't you stop wandering around and stay for a few more days and go back to China? Looking at the big family every day, I really miss home." Wang Jian, this lazy guy, finally told the truth. These days, he has become a
I became a full-time milker, and I would get up at around 4 o'clock every day and go to the cowshed to find the three cows for a tryst.
"But I still want to go back to my hometown. Why don't we go to Spain? It's almost the same as here. I've been there, and it's really the same!" Pan also started to back off.
"Oh, this is called making careless friends. If I ask Belgium, the Netherlands, and Denmark, are they similar to here?" Although Hong Tao is a bit lazy himself, he does not allow others to be lazy too.
"Well, they're pretty much the same!" Pan's ability to tell lies with his eyes open must have been learned from Hong Tao, and it seemed he was still a little unfamiliar.
"Okay, let's just say it's pretty much the same. When I go back to China and people ask me, what's the Netherlands like? What's Denmark like? I'll take out the photos here and tell them, this is the Netherlands and Denmark, and they eat pizza with fillings here.
, and he speaks Italian!" Hong Tao began to stimulate Pan in a strange way.
"How about this, we won't go to Belgium and the Netherlands, but we can go to Denmark, what about us?" Pan also felt that this turn of events was a bit too big, and began to retreat.
"Okay, since you have no interest in continuing to travel on a budget, it's not going to work if you force it. Let's just let Denmark be Denmark. Let's leave that day?" Hong Tao's goal has been achieved, and this trip around Europe has been completed halfway.
It was firmly placed on Pan and Wang Jian's heads. It had nothing to do with him at all, and he was still the victim.
