The next morning, Long Jianhua opened his eyes and felt that his face was tide. He reached out and touched it and there was a layer of water on his face. When he touched it again, the quilt and the bed sheet were also tide. Looking at the height, the rain was still floating from the wooden board, and it was still raining outside.

The hut was broken by the autumn wind.

When I opened the door, the gravel on the floor exposed the rain, and the rain flowed from west to east.

"Proverbs are proverbs, very accurate... I don't need to go to work now."

After watching the rain for a while, he turned around and put yesterday's wet clothes into an iron bucket, put on a straw hat, put on a straw raincoat, and took toothpaste and toothbrush to wash.

The water in the ditch is a bit muddy, but you can still see every grain of sand at the bottom of the ditch.

While squatting while washing his toothbrush, he saw a loach swimming downstream, and was a little puzzled, "How could there be loaches in this ditch?"

At the beginning of brushing my teeth, I saw a loach coming up against the current, and then another one coming up against the current.

He brushed his teeth and walked down the ditch, and saw loaches swimming against the ditch. When he walked to the end of the ditch, his mouth couldn't close, and the toothbrush in his right hand was still stretched out in his mouth and took it out.

The end of the ditch is one foot higher than the first hill, and there is a slope in the middle. On this slope, many loaches are trying to climb the slope against the flowing water, trying to enter the ditch; some are washed down by the flowing water, and some continue to go to the colonel.

At the water-receiving place in the field, there are densely packed with loaches.

Facing the sudden appearance of humans, the loaches did not escape like they were a while ago, but ignored their existence and tried hard to rush towards the water flow and fight against the water.

He took out his toothbrush, turned his head and spit out a mouthful of foam, and quickly walked towards the second hill. The situation was the same. The slope between the second hill and the first hill was at least 1.5 meters high, but there were loaches climbing on the slope, and the highest one was below the outlet of the first hill; at the water receiving mouth of the second hill, the loaches were also dense.

He had some intensive phobia forcibly suppressed his discomfort and roared, "This is also flesh!"

He turned around and ran, lay down in the ditch and rinsed his mouth, ran home with toothpaste and toothbrush; when he appeared again, he had a basket on his left hand and a basket on his right hand.

I ran to the first hill and put down the basket, soaked the basket in the water with my heart, and slowly pulled it towards the water receiving mouth. Some loaches were immersed in the basket and swam towards the tail of the basket, and most of them continued to swim up the slope.

As the basket was leaning against the slope, he quickly raised the mouth of the basket and quickly lifted it up. Dozens of large loaches jumped in the basket, and in a few large moments, they jumped out of the basket and disappeared after returning to the field.

After pouring the loach into the basket, he found that dozens of them were still trying to flow upstream at the water outlet. After another basket was taken down, more than twenty were caught, but most of the rest had already escaped. He immediately picked up the basket and walked towards the second hill.

With so many fields, you can't be obsessed with such a dozen.

The further down, the more big fields, the more loaches, and the more big loaches. When he caught the fields of Liuqiu, he caught a big guy, half an inch thick, and he was still jumping in the basket, and he almost jumped out of the basket several times.

"If you have the ability, jump out. Carp jumps to the dragon gate. What fun are you loaches here? If you want to jump to the dragon gate, you must be prepared to die. Now I am caught, it means that you failed to jump to the dragon gate and can only die."

In fact, the success rate of entering the above hill from the hill from the hill from the hill is very low, and most of it is washed down by the water flow. Only those slopes are relatively slow and the water flow at the flow outlet is not so fast, so the success rate is higher.

Slowly, more and more loaches were caught, and the baskets were heavier and heavier. When they reached two-thirds of the terraced fields, the loaches in the basket jumped out.

"Being able to jump out means that it is useless to install again, go home!" He lifted the basket with both hands, and said to himself, "At least sixty kilograms, it's enough."

Tie the basket next to the basket, grab the edge of the basket with both hands, and lift it on your shoulders at once.

When he got home, he was depressed.

There is only one basket at home now, which is the tool he works for and cannot be occupied; there are only two large baskets, only one basket, and only one iron barrel, so it can't hold so many.

He took off his hat and untied the straw raincoat. He returned to the ditch again, took off his clothes and took a shower. Just now, when he was carrying the basket home, he untied the straw raincoat. The mucus of the loach seeped out of the basket, wetting half of his body, feeling sticky and uncomfortable.

He put on his clothes, was stunned for a while and mumbled, "Then make dry loaches!" Then he put on his hat, turned around and left the house.

I ran to the homes of several members, bought or borrowed six large baskets, and asked how to make dried loaches before returning home, picked up the hatchet and chopped six water bamboos back.

While borrowing a basket, several housewives were about to go out to the street and heard that he wanted to make dried loaches. They not only told him how to make dried loaches, but also how to make fried loaches.

He just listened to the fried loach. Although the fried loaches are more delicious, they are short of oil now and cannot tolerate him doing it like that.

When cooking, he stacked the baskets and gestured, and then cut off the six water bamboos, which were six feet long and four feet short. He also cut out a few large bamboo sticks for later use.

After breakfast, he started making loaches. He never dreamed that this job would be so difficult.

After putting the loach into the pot, cover the pot and create a fire in the stove. After the pot is not pounding, the stove heat is turned off, then grab one, use a bamboo stick to cut the loach's belly and pick it out and remove it. The loach gall must be removed, otherwise it will taste bitter.

The process seems to be very simple, but the loach that just suffocated was slippery and difficult to catch. There is another very important point. There are too many loaches that can’t be counted; if such complicated repetitive labor were not firmly believed in the case of the slightest white matter, he would have given up long ago.

Also, the fishy smell in the house is too strong. As more and more loaches in the basket are, the fishy smell fills the house. Although the wind is strong outside, the wind inside is as strong as it can take away a large part of the fishy smell, but it is still full of fishy smell. Every time I go out and come back, I feel so strong that I don’t want to walk in.

Every time, the action is controlled by a sound: this is protein, it must be done!

After filling a basket, he picked up a few bamboo racks, then placed another basket on it, and then went out to move his body, and used this time to wash his clothes.

The six large trays I got from behind were filled with them, one large one or two of them, and there was still a foundation in the basket. After hesitating for a while, he said to himself, "Forget it, there is nothing to dry anyway, so let's leave it and fry it for food."

After putting the loach into the basket holding the eels, he cleaned the basket and pot in the ditch, then sat on the threshold wearing a hat, staring blankly outside, and looking through the woods towards the gloomy.

I don’t know how long it took, the rain stopped, the wind stopped, the dark clouds slowly dissipated, and the sun came out. At this time, the sun had already set in the west, and the warm golden light shone through the gaps in the woods behind the house to the floor.

Long Jianhua woke up from his dream, quickly picked off his hat, held the quilt and bed sheet and hung it on the clothes rail in front of the house, picked up all the silkworms and grass that were blown to the south by the wind, gathered the bamboo branches, bamboo tails and shrubs, and finally piled the thorns down the slope behind the house.

What is this little suffering? The sun always comes after the storm...
Chapter completed!