When the morning glow dyed the sky red, Claude ended his second practice of the Hexagram Meditation Technique and woke up.
Very good. The three companions lying on the cabin were all sleeping soundly. Viricero also made a tut-tsk sound. I wonder if he was eating something delicious in his sleep. Bockaar is very good at this point. He is drunk.
There was no noise or fuss, and I just slept peacefully until now. It seems that there is a reason why the blueberry fruit wine is more expensive than the kale wine. At least I won't have a headache and thirst in the middle of the night and look for water.
Erikson curled up tiredly and hugged the blanket, sleeping like a good baby. He was the one who rested first last night. Verricro said that he didn't want to sleep yet, so he worked the midnight shift to let Erikson sleep.
Claude rested first and then got up in the middle of the night to watch the night. In fact, it was already around one o'clock in the middle of the night, so Claude agreed after thinking about it.
However, Claude did not sleep, but took the time to practice meditation. When he woke up, about an hour and a half had passed. Vericro was still fishing, but the thin candle used in the small fish-skin lantern was only
There were only two fish left, and he said he caught seven more fish.
Judging from their night fishing, their luck was pretty good. Not counting those caught in seine nets, there were about sixty lake fish caught at night alone, which were estimated to be worth seven to eight riyals.
No wonder those fishermen say that fishing at night is more profitable than casting a net during the day. Unfortunately, it is impossible to catch so many fish every night.
Claude washed his face with the cold lake water, then urged Vericro to rest, and took the two fishing rods himself. Vericro fell asleep quite quickly, wrapping himself in a blanket and falling asleep soon after.
Started snoring a little.
Claude's fishing skills were not as good as Vericro's, and he was run away by the hooked fish several times, but even so, he still caught four lake fish, one of which was a relatively valuable money fish. Although this kind of fish is also
It is a freshwater fish, but its meat is delicious and has few bones. In addition, its scales resemble shrunken gold coins. It has always been known as a lucky fish. It is one of the few freshwater fishes that the old tavern is willing to buy at a high price. Claude caught this fish
It is estimated to weigh about one and a half kilograms and should be sold for five or six sunars.
After Claude used up the remaining two thin candles, he could no longer go fishing at night. He looked at the glass hourglass and found that the time scale was only around four-twenty. This time should be
At the darkest moment before dawn, the silver moon in the sky seemed to be blocked by the clouds, and did not shine its silvery light downwards. The lake was dark, and only the big fish skin lantern on the mast of the small fishing boat was still a little hazy.
The candlelight illuminated the lake around the small fishing boat and printed some dark red color.
Claude felt that he should be safe on the lake, and saw that his three companions were also sleeping deeply, so he simply started practicing meditation again. However, after completing the practice this time, he found that the sky had turned white and dawn had arrived.
He stood up, stretched deeply, rubbed his face, picked up the linen towel hanging on the side of the boat, twisted it in the lake water and wiped his face. Claude picked up the iron pot and shook it in the lake water.
After rinsing it clean, he went to the cabin where things were stored and picked up a large wooden bucket. The wooden bucket was filled with mountain spring water brought yesterday. He poured half a pot of water into it and put it on the iron stove to boil.
To be honest, Claude insisted on bringing this big wooden barrel of mountain spring water. Erikson thought it was unnecessary because they were going to the freshwater side of Lake Beringa. Are they worried about not having water to drink? In the lake
It's all fresh water. But Claude said that the fishermen in the fresh water area over there wash their faces and feet in the lake, and even urinate and defecate in the lake. Can everyone drink the lake water? So everyone agreed to ask someone to send a big log.
It cost a sunar to bring a bucket of mountain spring water...
Claude is going to make half a pot of black tea. He also bought a large bottle of milk and honey yesterday and will put them in later. Drinking a cup of honey milk black tea early in the morning will not only make your stomach feel comfortable but also make you full of energy throughout the day.
It's just that Claude hasn't finished half the cup yet, mainly because it's too hot. Erikson, who smelled the sweet smell, had already woken up, rubbed his eyes and said, "What smells so good..."
Claude poured him a large glass, and the two of them sat on the deck and drank sips, looking at the green mountains in the distance and the reeds that stretched into the distance by the lake at the foot of the mountains...
The morning glow is like a gorgeous ribbon, dancing gently on the horizon, dyeing the white clouds with colorful splendor, and slowly dyeing the entire sky red. The sky is already bright. The fresh morning breeze caresses the rippling waves.
The surface of the lake brought crisp bird calls, and groups of waterbirds flew up from the reeds in the distance. They circled in the air with their chirps, some spread their wings and flew high, and some slowly fell into the reeds...
"It's going to be a nice day today," Erikson said.
Claude was about to express his agreement, but he suddenly asked: "What should we eat in the morning?"
"Uh..." Claude really didn't understand how Erikson connected the good weather with what he had to eat in the morning, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.
"Well... Ike, there are a lot of ingredients on the ship, but we don't have much to eat in the morning." Claude sighed: "We forgot to bring a pan. I originally wanted to fry some steak and eggs in the morning, but I can find it here
There was no pan anywhere in the cabin. We brought an iron pan, a barbecue grill, and an iron stove, but we forgot the pan..."
Erikson was speechless. This was actually his responsibility. He put everything in the cabin. He forgot to bring the pan on board. He only remembered to ask for roasted chicken wings and was busy carrying the barbecue grill.
This is really a tragedy.
"When the two of them get up and finish drinking this pot of black tea, I'll make another pot of gnocchi soup." Claude thought for a while and said, you can't eat barbecue early in the morning. It's not good for your stomach, so just
I can use this iron pot to make some breakfast.
Bockaar finally got up and was in good spirits. He greeted Claude and Erikson loudly, then poured a large glass of honey milk black tea and drank it in large gulps.
Erikson didn't give him a good look, and walked to the stern of the boat with a "hum" sound.
Bokoal was a little confused: "What happened to him?"
Claude shook his head: "Boa, is this the kind of night fishing party you like? You drank a bottle of blueberry fruit wine to get yourself drunk, and then slept soundly all night. There was nothing we could do to help.
The three of you have been tired all night, so do you think Ike will be happy to see you?"
Boker was embarrassed: "I'm sorry, Claude, I didn't know I would get drunk. It's just that the blueberry wine was so delicious that I drank so much without knowing it..."
"You didn't drink much..." Viricero also got up. He walked over and directly picked up the iron pot to drink black tea. The temperature was just right, neither hot nor cold, so it was suitable for gulping it down.
"You still have half a bottle of blueberry fruit wine left. Ike and I didn't drink it. There are still two bottles in the cabin. You can take them back to drink. Such sweet fruit wine is what those women like to drink. I didn't expect you to also drink it.
If you like it, then it's all yours. With such a small amount of alcohol, you can get drunk from half a bottle of fruit wine. I really don't understand why you are still clamoring for drinking every day..." Verricro said sarcastically.
Bockaar was slapped in the face now. He could only lower his head and drink black tea, pretending that he didn't hear anything.
Claude suppressed his laughter and helped him smooth things over: "Okay, Vero, please stop saying a few words and pour the black tea into a cup to drink. I also need to cook breakfast in this iron pot. We forgot to bring the pan."
After working for about an hour, I finally had enough to eat and drink, and after packing up, Ericson drove a small fishing boat to collect the seine net. The catch in the seine net this time was pretty good, with more than 20 lake fish. Now
There are more than a hundred lake fish in the living water tank.
After putting the seine net into the lake again, the next step was to hunt waterfowl and wild ducks near the reeds. Claude took out two matchlock guns from the cabin and asked: "Which one of you will come first?"
Vericro said: "Give it to Boa, I will catch fish first."
Erikson raised half the sail and used the breeze to slowly bring the small fishing boat closer to the reeds. Everyone stopped talking and lay down under the side of the boat, only exposing their eyes and staring ahead, so as not to attract the water birds that were foraging in the reeds.
of attention.
"Over there..." Viricero whispered. About a hundred meters away, a group of egrets were looking for food in the water and grass with their heads lowered.
It's better to live in another world. In his previous life, he would have been jailed for three years for hunting an egret. Claude leaned his matchlock gun against the side of the ship, took aim in a kneeling position, and at the same time reminded Boker in a low voice: "I'll shoot on the left, you shoot on the left."
Don’t forget the one on the right.”
At a distance of 100 meters, even though the egret is relatively large among water birds, in Claude's eyes, it is not much bigger than a soybean, especially the reeds swaying in the wind, which adds a lot of difficulty to aiming.
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There was a "click" sound in his ears, and Claude quickly pulled the trigger and put the match rope into the medicine box...
"Boom! Boom!" There were two explosions, and a puff of white smoke rose from the muzzle of the matchlock gun.
"Missed!" Viricero sighed beside him.
Bockard's and Claude's two shots hit nothing, but the sound of matchlock guns broke the tranquility in the reeds, and countless water birds spread their wings and flew into the sky, chirping wildly.
"Why did you shoot without aiming!" Claude said angrily. If Bockard hadn't pulled the trigger first, he would have aimed more accurately before shooting, instead of pulling the trigger in such a hurry.
"I, I've obviously already taken aim..." Bockaar said for himself.
"Forget it, I'll shoot first next time." Claude didn't want to argue with him. He had never practiced at a distance of 100 meters. It was normal for him to miss. "Ike, move forward.
I see all those waterfowl are parked in the reeds over there."
Claude fired seven shots and only hit a wild duck and an egret. Bockard fired ten shots and hit nothing. In the end, he threw the gun away angrily and snatched Verricro's fishing rod to go fishing.
Because while they were hunting, Verricro caught a dozen lake fish.
Ericson drove the small fishing boat around in the reeds and finally managed to get the two prey that Claude had hunted onto the boat. This was also thanks to the four-meter-long boat pole.
, if it weren’t for the boat pole, the hunted egret would really not be able to be fished out from the reeds and water plants.
Verricro removed the sight from the barrel, and now he and Claude were hunting, which was much more efficient. The reeds were indeed a paradise for these waterfowl, and countless waterfowl were frightened by the sound of gunfire.
It rose up, but fell down again very quickly, so Claude and Viriclo had no shortage of hunting targets, but these targets were a little far away and a little small.
In most of the day, the two of them hunted seven waterfowl, but of course they missed more often. Ericson also came over and fired five or six shots, but like Boker, he didn't hit anything.
Bockaar didn't fish anymore. He laughed at Erikson when he saw that he missed, and the two quarreled again.
At this time, Claude and Verricro were holding a small fishing boat and picked up the last waterfowl they had killed. By this time, all the waterfowl around them had fled, and they decided to take a rest.
Listening to Erikson and Bockaar arguing non-stop, Viricero said: "Why don't you compete and see who is blind..."
The comparison is possible, but I have no target now. After looking around for a long time, Bock'ar's eyes finally brightened up, and he pointed in the direction of the bow of the ship and said: "Over there, there is a log in the water, let's just hit that log."
This piece of wood should be a long tree trunk, half-floating in the water, with not much exposed to the water. It is about two hundred meters away from the small fishing boat.
"Okay, let's hit that wood." Ericson agreed: "Whoever fails to hit is blind."
Verricro reinstalled the sight and calibrated it. Claude also handed his matchlock gun to Ericson, and then the two of them fired a dozen shots at the wood. The problem was that the distance was too far.
It was far away, and the wood or tree trunk or something was relatively long. No one could tell whether it was hit or not, so the two started to quarrel again.
After arguing for a long time, Bok'ar looked up and said curiously: "Huh? Why is that wood getting closer and closer to us? Is there no wind now?"
Viricero looked back and felt a little stupid, but he quickly jumped up: "Quickly, this is not wood, this is Niros crocodile!"