The ripples of the weir pond are scattered, the warm sun is scattered, the water surface is sparkling, the breeze is blowing, the hair is fluttering and swaying, and in the distant forest, there are occasional birds. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Xin Lu stared, sat by the fire, his chin in his hands, and waited quietly. The water surface was surging, the water bubbles were gurgling, Ji silently got out of the water, held the grass carp in both hands, and threw it at Xin Lu. Xin Lu looked at the grass carp lying on the ground and flipping, not knowing what to do, Ji Momo dived into the water again and continued to catch fish. When the grass carp is on the ground, it gradually lacks oxygen, and the frequency of flipping gradually decreases. After a few minutes, Ji Momo threw the grass carp over again, then went ashore, dried his hair, ran into the terraced field with his clothes and pants, hid behind the mound, and put on his clothes and pants.

Xinlu faced the grass carp, but there was nothing she could do. It's just that when I thought of Ji Momo, I was ashamed and angry, no, I can't let Mo Mo look down on him. Looking at the fish, looking at the fire, I suddenly woke up, why not grill the fish. I figured it out, and immediately picked up dry materials with full energy. Ji walked out of the mound silently, but saw Xin Lu picking up wood at the foot of the mountain. He smiled, folded off the taffle of the tower pine beside the mound, took out a knife in his trouser pocket, shaved off the bark of the tower pine branch, sharpened the branch, made two sticks, returned to the fire, and prepared the two dying grass carp properly, disemboweled, took out the internal organs, cleaned them, strung them with sticks, and inserted them in the soil. Ji silently ran into the foot of the mountain and met Xin Lu. Xin Lu avoided his head and was reluctant to speak, Ji Mo also smiled, looking for some coriander herbs in the mountains. Xin Lu was puzzled, looked at the weeds in Ji Momo's hands, and didn't know what to do, holding the dry wood, and returned to the weir pond. Ji Mo followed, and Xin Lu went to the fire, but when she saw the grass carp on the ground, she was puzzled. It's just that Ji Momo behind him cleaned the coriander herbs in his hands, kneaded them with both hands, stuffed them into the fish belly, and used a branch to pierce the fish belly, which can be regarded as locking the spices in the stomach. Everything was ready, Ji Momo started work with both hands, the two grass carp kept flipping in the fire, the fragrance of the fish meat slowly overflowed, and gradually, the smell of spices in the fish belly also came out, smelling the fragrance, Xin Lu sat down and smelled Ji Momo.

"I didn't see it, look at your ability to grill fish, it's really like that. Smelling that grilled fish, it must have tasted good. Well, by the way, I just saw what you stuffed in the belly of a fish?"

Ji smiled silently, as if returning to his childhood, remembering the past.

"That, that's our recipe for grilled fish. In the mountains, there is everything, and it is all green and pollution-free. I remember my mother told me that during the anti-Japanese period, the villagers did not dare to go out unexpectedly, so they could only go to the mountains to hunt for a living. But when the Japanese were brutalizing the people, the military engineering team arrived in time and annihilated this wave of Japanese squads. Subsequently, the martial arts team helped the people of the village to dig a cave at the foot of the mountain, digging a hole day after day to make a cellar, but when the cave was completed, it suddenly collapsed, and then, the cave slowly overflowed with water, filling the entire cave. It's just that the cave is very peculiar, after a few days, the original cave has become a weir pond, the water in the weir pond, but there are many more fish in the bizarre, at that time, this weir pond is the fairy pond in our village, everyone says that the gods pity us, give us the angelfish, so that we will not starve. ”

Xin Lu listened to it with relish, and was amazed in the face of the story that Ji silently told.

"I can't imagine that such a place can hide a story. It's just a fish in the weir pond, and I don't know if it's really an angelfish. (To be continued.) )