Chapter 718: Picking up the litter

The fat man climbed ashore from the water in a sensation: "Morigen, your boat is too light, you have to be careful when boarding the boat."

"The main reason is that you are too heavy." Mo Rigen grabbed his hair. He did not shirk responsibility, but to be honest. He was sitting in the middle of the ship just now, and the fat man was on the bow or stern of the ship, the result was the same.

After slamming his clothes and pants, the fat man got on the boat with his shirtless. It was almost May. Although it was a bit cold for others, the fat man was not afraid.

Mo Rigen had to move to the bow of the boat, and it was safer to ask the fat man to sit on the boat as his waist. However, in this way, the heavy responsibility of rowing fell on the fat man.

Although the fat man is very strong, paddling is a technical job. The birch bark boat is turning and grinding on the spot, but it just doesn't move forward.

"I can just go down and push it-" The fat man didn't know anything.

Mo Rigen gestured and explained, and the fat man gradually grasped the key points. The birch bark boat flew against the water skin, silently, labor-saving and fast.

"Spray a net, and use willow buds to stew catfish for you." Mo Rigen sat on the bow of the boat and sang the Hezhe fisherman's song. The fat man couldn't understand it. He only felt that the song was very distant, floating on the water like fog. The grass on both sides was green, the river water was as pure as a belt, and cranes danced in the sky in the sky. Only when he was in it would feel that he had truly become a part of nature.

The fat man was a little fascinated by this intoxication. He mechanically rowed the boat with both hands, without any effort. The birch bark boat was pressed against the water skin, like an arrow leaving the string, rising up against the current.

As we were slashing, we suddenly heard Mo Rigen shouting: "Brother Fat, stop slashing. It seems that we have come to the place where we met the big hornfish last time!"

The fat man came to his senses and felt refreshed. His arms had just moved, and he seemed to have endless strength. He couldn't help but feel proud: "Haha, what are you afraid of? If there are really pikes coming to make trouble, let's catch a try. Anyway, there are a lot of pikes in the river!"

After the last inspection, the fat man knew that the phimosis in the river had formed a population and could be caught in moderation, so he spoke wildly. Otherwise, he would not be willing to catch rare phimosis no matter what he said.

When he heard the fat man say this, Mo Rigen was very energetic. He held the harpoon in his hand, took out two plates of ropes and tied them to the back handle of the harpoon, looking eager to try. He had wanted to do something for a long time, but the fat man never let go. As a fisherman of the Hezhe clan, being able to catch a big harpoon was the veritable "Mo Rigen".

Because the fish are big and fierce, it is not easy to catch. After discovering the fish, the fishermen of the Hezhe tribe struggled to throw the fish fork over, then put a rope behind the fish until it was exhausted, and then used an iron hook to hit the shore.

Seeing Mo Rigen's nervous and excited look, the fat man didn't care much. He had a wishful thinking: he would just secretly collect one, and he didn't have to pay anything. When the villa was established and celebrated, he also regarded this as a famous dish.

Although the big hornfish has been artificially domesticated and reproduced in recent years, the taste must be much worse due to the water quality. The big hornfish in Nanwazi is definitely pure and natural, and can be compared to the ancient times that paid tribute to the emperor.

In the Qing Dynasty, phimosis was a tribute and was transported to Beijing every year. However, in other seasons, the fish smelled halfway through the journey, so they could only be transported in winter.

However, in winter, the big phimosis was not caught at all, so they specially found a water area to raise the phimosis. Now there are still many places called phimosis, which comes from this. When they are caught in winter, they are hung with yellow silk, and transported the phimosis to Beijing, which is called "Peimosis Tribute".

Fatty have heard from the car owner about these old antiques, so they are very yearning for this big fish. Hehe, of course they yearn for tasting them with their own mouth.

Unexpectedly, the fat man rowed and searched, and then went upstream for several miles, but there was still no trace of the pike. Mo Rigen held a harpoon in his hand, and his arms were a little sore, but he had no chance to launch it.

"It's strange—" the fat man couldn't help but mutter: "Why are these big hornfish missing? Do you know we have bad intentions?"

Mo Rigen put down his harpoon and slapped his thigh hard: "By the way, this month, all the thimbles went upstream and found a place to lay eggs."

The fat man nodded: "That's possible, nothing else is so motivated. We brothers are fine anyway, so we join in the fun and see how many pikes are in our river."

"If there are places where phimosis is crowded, it is better not to go. Our birch bark boats cannot withstand their tossing. If they fall into the river like last time, they will not be so lucky." Mo Rigen instead retreated. The rule passed down by his ancestors: In the fish spawning season, fishing is usually a quit.

This is similar to hunters. Old hunters like Wang Sanpao and others are very taboo to hunt young animals and female beasts with cubs. Only those two poles ignore and do not follow the rules.

The fat man was stupid and bold: "With me, at most one thigh is enough. You can't miss this opportunity. I've been wondering why I've never seen a little pike downstream. I must touch it carefully this time."

Mo Rigen couldn't twist his thighs, so he had to let the fat man paddle hard. The fat man paddled harder and became more and more vigorous. Finally, he screamed at the top of his throat: "Working with the same boat to make way, the horns waved by the side, hundreds of boats competed for the current, and the waves were on the back shore in front--"

It’s true that the singing was magnificent, and Mo Rigen’s worries gradually dissipated.

"There should be a river sieve." Mo Rigen stood at the bow of the boat and looked into the distance. He saw a river water in front of him split into a river, so he guided the fat man to row over.

The fat man searched for a while and then grabbed the back of his head: "I think it's safer for us guys to go ashore--"

Mo Rigen saw that the fat man was ambitious just now, and the sea made the roadside to lean on the side, so he leaned on the side by himself. However, it just fit his mind, so he brought the birch bark boat to the shore. The two got off the boat, pulled the boat directly to the shore, and then walked forward along the river.

This is the first time a fat man has come here. He saw that the river crust is very wide, the water flows smoothly, the river water is clear, and the water grass inside is swaying, like a piece of green jade laying at the bottom of the river.

"Little phlegm - It seems that it is not wrong. This is the place where phlegm spawns. The little fish grows up here and then enters the big river." Mo Rigen saw a phlegm-long phlegm in the river. If an outsider was a little boy, he would probably think it was a catfish.

Of course, the fat man learned more than him. There were quite a lot of fry fry in this section of the river, so he didn't care about it and put dozens of them away first.

Although these phimosis fish are small, they are very fierce in their prey. They swallow small fish and shrimps into their stomachs in one bite. Fortunately, the water area is rich in grass, and all kinds of fish like to come here to lay eggs, so the density of young fish is extremely high.

But the fat man's wooden box is different, so he didn't dare to collect too much, let alone touch those big adult thiefs. There is no need to have too many, and there are two that can't stand it, and the other fish in the pond will be eaten up sooner or later.

"Big Beef!" Mo Rigen exclaimed. He finally saw a big beef swimming in the water. This was a female fish, more than two meters long and laying eggs on aquatic plants. Large round eggs were discharged from the body, crystal clear as jade, as if carved from jade.

Mo Rigen licked his lips: "Bitty fish eggs, that's the best among fish eggs--"

As they spoke, another big fish followed, and it seemed that this was their love nest.

"Hehe, let's not be here for light bulbs-" In fact, the fat man saw far more than Mo Rigen. Within the range he had searched, he had found more than ten large phimosis fish with a body length of more than two meters, so he did not dare to row the wooden boat into this water. Of course, he was unwilling to destroy this kind of Annong atmosphere, and his idea of ​​catching phimosis fish was also faded. Anyway, there were opportunities in the future.

After walking a few miles along the river bank, the fat man had discovered more than thirty big fish. Mo Rigen saw five or six of them, and he was so excited. However, it was the egg laying season, so he didn't dare to kill himself, so he could only look at it and be jealous.

"There is a situation--" The fat man pointed to a beach on the shore, and the two of them ran over and stood by the river.

I saw a big thunderfish nearly three meters long stranded on the beach, and its golden skin was a little dry. The thunderfish had no scales, but there was a layer of mucus on the surface of the body, which was now dried by the sun.

"It seems that it's not dead yet?" The fat man saw that the fish's mouth under the long nose was slightly opened and closed, so he pushed it into the water. The thief was at least three or five hundred times, and the fat man dared not use too much force, so he really couldn't touch him.

"It's a female fish. It's probably because after laying eggs, it consumes too much physical strength and then it's stranded." Mo Rigen jumped into the water, and with both hands heaved the water on the phimosis. After the beach was wet, the fat man pushed the phimosis into the river.

Both of them seemed to have forgotten that just now, they were ambitious to hunt a big pike.

However, the thunderfish obviously couldn't do it anymore. Its big tail swayed weakly for a few times, and its body was half lying in the water, and it was simply unable to swim.

Mo Rigen shook his head: "Fatty, it seems we can only get a bargain and get it back, otherwise it would be a pity." Although hunting and killing phimosis has always been his dream, Mo Rigen could not be excited at all. It would be counted if he defeated the big phimosis in the stormy waves.

"Hehe, although the process is a bit different from what we imagined, the result is the same." When the fat man saw that the pike was not good, he no longer pretentiously and should be buried in the temple of the Five Insects.

"Fatty, watch here, I'll go back and get a big raft." Mo Rigen saw that the phimony was too big, and if the boat was loaded with it, it would never be able to sit on people again.

"Don't have to be so troublesome. Just tie it with a rope and pull it back from the water." The fat man was still in a bright mind and quickly came up with a countermeasure. So he brought the big tart to the shore and tied it up a few lines. As soon as the fat man tried his best, he carried it up and walked towards the birch bark boat.

The big hornfish was standing behind the fat man, with its head and tail trembling. Mo Rigen behind him could only see the fat man's legs moving forward.

He couldn't help but mutter: "No matter what, I've had a good taste this time. I tried the meat of a pizza when I was a child. This pizza is full of treasures!"
Chapter completed!