Zhou Heng got the trap and started to get the fish he ate today.

After so many years, he hasn't eaten fish and shrimp like this. Today he is completely let go.

He brought something special today, and I don’t know if there is a scientific name, which is a net on three sides, supported by two crossed bamboo poles.

The shape is a bit like a football gate, but there is also a net at the bottom.

OK, that's what it is anyway.

He was wearing less clothes in summer, so he took off his shoes and walked into the water, tied a bamboo basket around his waist.

The bamboo basket is very deep. When he stands in the water, half of the bamboo basket is in the water, so if there are fish and shrimps, you can put them directly inside and not die.

He set up the net for driving the fish, and then walked around, stirring the bamboo poles in his hand in the water, rushing the water towards the direction of the net.

The net is on three sides, with only one side opening, and the fish can't escape once they pass by.

Very old-fashioned method, but very useful.

Zhou Heng used to be too young and short, so he was doing all these things by watching his father. He could bring a lot of fish back in the afternoon to satisfy his family's cravings.

Unfortunately, the number of electric fishing increased later, and the size of the fish was almost extinct for a while.

Later, people went out to work and finally gave these ponds a breather.

Zhou Heng operated through the operation and picked up the net and saw that the harvest was not very big, only two or three small fishes long, and some big ones and three crayfish.

He put the big one in the backpack, put the small one back, changed the place and continued to operate.

Wang Rui has been following him for so long, but he has seen the fish. He is very surprised and excited to see him.

Even when Wang Siqi saw it, he was so happy that he wanted to go into the water and catch fish.

Zhou Heng hurriedly said, "Wang Rui, look at your sister! Don't let her come down."

Children like to play with water, but this is not a place to play with water, so it is not very safe.

Wang Rui had no choice but to coax her to play while watching her uncle get fishing, and he suddenly felt tired.

I have said a long time ago that if my mother insists on bringing this annoying little guy over, she will not be able to play well if she doesn't bring this annoying little guy over here.

If she wasn't there, he could go into the water to catch fish.

Thinking of this, Wang Rui opened his mouth wide and acted to bite her little face hard.

But after he reached out his mouth, he just kissed him heavily.

Wang Siqi smiled and kissed his brother's face, and asked sweetly: "Brother, are you so happy?"

Wang Rui laughed in his heart, yes, I am so happy that I want to cry.

While Zhou Heng was picking up the fish by himself, he saw that Wang Rui was a little bored, so he taught him to make a simple fishing rod with bamboo poles and let him catch some shrimps by himself to pass the time.

Also feel the fun of fishing.

This guy often comes to his grandparents' house, but no one usually takes him to catch fish, which makes him know nothing now.

Originally, the earthworms dug in the soil could be used as bait, but considering that guy was not good at skill, he brought lard residue today, so he asked him to use this to catch it.

As a result, this guy has no talent for fishing, he talks a lot, is anxious, and he needs to lift the rod when he sees the line moves. Many times he sees shrimps breaking away and leaving.

The more this happens, the more anxious he is, and he is so angry that he can't do it.

In the end, he was almost done with work, and Wang Rui caught a few shrimps.

This made him so happy that he felt very accomplished, and he could hear it almost a mile of laughter.

"I asked my mother to make shrimp soup for me; I asked my mother to braise this shrimp for me; this one will be made into spicy; this one will be made into steamed...Ah, it must be delicious, I am so hungry."

Wang Rui pulled shrimps one by one, and thought beautifully. Even when he was excited, he even swallowed his saliva.

Zhou Heng laughed.

Wang Siqi also stretched out his little hand to get the lobster caught by his brother. Unfortunately, he was discouraged when he saw the raised pliers.

At this time, the little guy's mentality of admiring his brother had begun to sprout, just like Wang Rui admiring his uncle.

Of course, these are all illusions, and in a few years, this kind of worship will no longer exist.

Zhou Heng made half a basket, and the size was a few kilograms, and the team was completed.

You can't put fish and shrimp in a basket, otherwise it will be done and will definitely be crushed. Shrimps and crabs must be placed in a bucket.

There are no particularly large fish, only one more than one pound, the rest are less than one pound, and then smaller ones.

This may be related to the type of fry in the pond itself.

After returning from shooting, Wang Siqi, several people were very excited.

Zhou Heng divided the fish into two pounds and brought it to Zhang Feng's house.

Last time, he brought his father to the hospital in the middle of the night. Later, he treated him to a meal and said he would thank him, but he went back to the provincial capital to work the next day.

Since I have made some food at home, I should also give it to his house.

Zhang Feng's father was very happy, so he was polite and took the fish and shrimps. He went to the town, and they were old and rarely visited, so it was difficult to buy some delicious food.

My little granddaughter likes to eat fish and shrimp.

It was the last time that Zhang Feng brought the little girl from Zhou Heng’s house. Now she is going to kindergarten in the village. It is said that it is the village, but it is not forgotten. It is jointly organized by several nearby villages.

It’s far away from home, and it’s not easy to pick up and drop off every day.

Now, because the school is far away, the children from the surrounding villages are already living in school in elementary school. God, some are still wetting the bed.

Zhou Heng could not do anything except shake his head to express sympathy.

After making a few polite words with Zhang Feng's father, Zhou Heng went back with an empty fish basket.

As soon as I arrived at the gate of the yard, I heard Wang Rui's voice arrange: "Mom, this is only made of braised, this is only made of spicy, this is only made of..."

Zhou Heng died of laughter.

I heard Zhou Ying's disgusting voice: "Oh, okay, okay, your mother knows, how do you fry one by one? How do you braised it? Can you teach me?"

"I want me to teach you! You have been cooking for so many years, but I want me to teach you? Why can't you cook one by one?" Wang Rui argued with reason.

"Go away, go away if you don't help me, just go away. Don't nag in my ear." Zhou Ying couldn't say that her son was so she finally started to drive people away.

Zhou Heng walked in with a smile.

I knew that my sister had this reaction, and she was very angry.

Zhou Heng returned to the yard, put down the fish basket, and prepared to harvest the wheat. The daily drying and harvesting is a physical job.

Zhou Ying joked to the mother who was fishing next to him and said, "Mom, your son is back and has done a lot of effort! If he leaves in the future, you will not get used to it."

My mother was naturally happy, but she still said: "He has been taking leave for so long and has been busy at home every day, and has not had a good vacation."

Zhou Heng felt guilty. He hadn't done much at home for so many years, and every time he came back from the Chinese New Year, he was a rice worm, and he was delicious and delicious.

It's very appropriate to do something.

Zhou Faqiang also regarded Zhou Heng as a child and asked him to hold the bag and shovel wheat into it himself, which would cost him energy.

Zhou Heng naturally disagreed. My father was so old that he was out of the hospital a few days ago. He should have been resting. How could he have the nerve to let him do heavy work now?

He rushed to pick up the wooden shovel and began to shovel the wheat.

Zhou Faqiang looked at his busy son, and he was also mixed up for a while. His son slowly wanted to support this family.

After harvesting the wheat, it was time for the local chickens to come back.

As usual, the big red rooster led the team back with a proud look.

Zhou Heng said: "Let them eat new feed today and see how it is."

The new feed is a systematic formula, but it is all cereals and grains, and it is a raw material bought by his family or himself, so he is very relieved to let the chicken eat it.

However, he still had a pill on hand, which was taken last time.

He never dared to give the chickens food. He was worried that there would be any problems after eating them. After all, five hundred chickens are not a trivial matter.

Looking at the chickens' "tick-tick" eating sounds, Zhou Heng suddenly had an idea, why not try making a chicken first? It's okay to eat one chicken, and then let it go and give it to other chickens.

So he went to find a glass bottle, the kind with a cap, and it filled it with fifty milliliters of water. The pill was put in and melted.

The fragrance is swaying.

This fragrance is very comfortable to smell. Not to mention giving it to chickens, Zhou Heng himself can't help but want to taste it.

I don’t know if this “Lan Ling Pill” is real, but there is a description that introduces it as well.

I will wait for the chicken to return to the coop in the evening and catch one and try it.

"Uncle, come and have dinner! Uncle, come and have dinner!" The voices of two little ghosts in the yard.

Zhou Ying asked Wang Rui to call him uncle for dinner, but he became lazy and stood in the distance, yelling with his throat.

Wang Siqi followed suit and followed his brother, shouting with his throat.

Zhou Heng agreed, then put away the glass bottle, went to wash his hands, and the food on the table was arranged.

Wang Rui was helping to set the bowl, and Wang Siqi followed his brother and insisted on helping to set the chopsticks.
To be continued...