Chapter 3 The ferryman()

As the boat slowly drew closer, it turned out to be a young man. The man seemed to have seen Le Lang and slowly paddled his melon-skin boat over.

"Brother Le Lang, long time no see. How are you?" That man was Naruto, one of Le Lang's secretive friends in the past.

"Don't forget about five or six kinds, are there any fish?" Le Lang asked while grabbing his rice. Although he hadn't seen each other for a long time, Le Lang was not polite or anything. To these friends in the past, those words were obviously in vain.

Because some things have been engraved in the depths of my mind since I was very young.

"There are plenty of fish." As he said that, Naruto picked up a large grass carp from the boat, which seemed to weigh seven or eight kilograms.

Le Lang looked at it and thought for a moment: "Forget it. There's been a lot of chaos in my house and there's no place to put it. You can bring it over tomorrow night and I'll make some pickled fish. Let's have two drinks."

"Why, I'm not free tonight."

"I just came back. I want to go to my uncle's place to get Saburo's household registration."

"Your son?" Naruto, the ferryman, looked at Saburo with a strange look in his eyes.

"No." Le Lang shook his head, "Samurai is so pitiful..." Le Lang told the ferryman Naruto about Saburo's life experience.

"It's so pitiful. You really have to ask your uncle for this matter. You don't know, right? Your uncle is now the head of our village, and he's very clever. By the way, have you cooked more porridge? I haven't done it yet.

Where are you eating?" Seeing Lelang and Sanlang eating deliciously, Naruto's stomach growled unknowingly.

Naruto was also a poor man. He was abandoned in the wild grass when he was born. He was picked up and raised by the old man who supported the ferry in the village. The old man even named him "Naruto" because he cried very loudly.

Naruto did not take the old man's surname, but took the name "Ferryer" by himself, because he took over the old man's job of carrying the ferry. The Ziche tribe values ​​​​the inheritance of blood, and they can take in some strays and orphans.

people, but they would not be allowed to follow Xinzi's car.

After the old man died, the village gave him all his fields and houses, but he didn't live in the old house very much. Instead, he built a house on the mountain opposite Lelang's house. He felt that the wind and moonlight were clear here.

, it’s better than the other side of the old house. In his words, you can reach out and reach for the stars here.

However, this man is also extremely lazy. He will never cook for himself unless necessary. In the past, he always went to Le Lang's house to eat. He fished and farmed, and his life was leisurely.

Le Lang is twenty-eight years old but has not yet married, which makes people feel a little careless.

"No, I cooked it just right, but there is instant noodles in it. Why don't you cook it yourself." Le Lang was actually too lazy, maybe this is a common problem among men.

As soon as he heard about eating instant noodles, Naruto's face suddenly turned green. He didn't eat less of that stuff. "Forget it, I'd better go back and cook it myself." After saying that, he was about to row away.

"By the way, do you want to sell fish tomorrow?" Seeing him leaving, Le Lang asked hurriedly.

"what?"

"Let you buy something."

"buy what?"

"Wait a minute." As he said that, Guofeng ran back to the house, then ran out again and gave him a piece of paper filled with densely written things.

"Ha, as expected of a great chef, I even wrote a list. But you don't need to buy some of the things here. I have them over there. I'll bring them to you tomorrow. That's it, let's go." After that, he rowed the boat slowly.

He headed towards the opposite side. The mountain peak was extremely steep, so he was forced to open a path from the stream.

After eating, it was pitch dark outside.

A crescent moon in the sky slowly rises from the mountain side, casting a faint gleaming light in the sky.

Lelang took Sanlang to his uncle's house. Sanlang was still holding Sandian in his hand. Although Sandian grew up slowly, Sanlang could no longer hold it, but he still liked to hold Sandian and hold it.

Feeling its heartbeat feels very quiet and peaceful. He has liked this feeling since he was a child.

As we walked down, the surrounding areas were pitch black, and the chirping of crickets could be heard from time to time.

After walking for a while, I saw a person by the stream in the distance holding something and taking pictures of it. Lelang's eyes had always been sharp. If he looked closely, he seemed to be the old taro who used to fish. Although now, although

It's autumn, but the weather is still quite hot. Some silly fish will stay quietly on the bank of the mountain stream at night. The stream water on the bank is crystal clear. As long as you shine a flashlight, the fish will have nowhere to hide. As long as you are quick,

It's not hard to gain something.

Lelang slowly approached, and Old Taro suddenly turned his head, shone the flashlight sharply over, and shouted: "Who?"

"It's me, Ah Lang, old Taro, please don't shine in my face." Old Taro used to like to go to his house for a drink when he had something to do, and the two of them got to know each other quite well.

Old Taro obviously didn't take his words seriously, and used a flashlight to shine a light on Lelang and Sanlang, "You're willing to come back. I thought you weren't coming back. When did you come back? Where are you going?"

?This is your son?"

Before Lelang could say anything, Old Taro asked a lot of questions, making him dumbfounded.

"I just came back today. I need to go to my uncle's place. Also, this is not my son, this is Sanlang. Come here, Sanlang, call me grandpa."

"Hello, grandpa." Sanlang held Sandian in his hand and called out sweetly to Old Taro.

"Okay, Sanlang is a good boy. When I catch the big crabs, I will send you some tomorrow." Old Taro held a flashlight in one hand and a fish net in the other. There was also a plastic bucket beside him. It seemed that

He was fully armed, but the barrel seemed to be empty.

The crabs Lao Yutou is talking about are not tiny river crabs like Yangcheng Lake hairy crabs, which are locally called hairy crabs. The crabs he is talking about are locally called "red crabs", which are sea crabs. They are much larger than hairy crabs, and some weigh half a catty.

Weighing a pound or more.

Lelang glanced at the bucket next to the old taro and said teasingly:

"Come on, there aren't any big crabs in the streams and rivers here. Let's go back and wash up and sleep, old taro."

"You don't know this, right? The day before yesterday, Naruto, that boy caught two palm-sized crabs. They were caught here. There is no reason why he could catch me and I couldn't." Old Taro was obviously stimulated by Naruto.

Now, I feel a little dissatisfied with old age.

"Okay, then you can catch him slowly, I'll leave first." After saying that, he took Saburo away.

"Let's go, let's go. By the way, your uncle has moved to the new house. The third one on the left is a three-story building. There are two sweet-scented osmanthus trees planted in front of the door. It's easy to recognize." Old Taro faced Lelang.

He waved his hands, then remembered something and said to Le Lang.

"I know." Fortunately, I met Lao Yaotou, otherwise it would have been a waste of time.

"I caught crabs tonight and will send some to you tomorrow." Old Taro called from behind.

Le Lang thought to himself in the back: This old man has nothing to do after he is full, but the crabs and crab hairs are just about the same.

As the saying goes in southern Fujian: Autumn crab (crab) and winter hairy crab. Now is the time when the crab meat is full of cream and yellow, but Lelang has never seen any crabs here. I remember that crabs seem to be from salt water, and they are all here.
Chapter completed!