Ye Hua looked at the embankment for a while and saw the problem, these so-called fans were all fake, and their humble eyes were full of greed, obviously coveting Lin Zhidong's fishing secret method, trying to figure out how he went from a rookie to a peerless master.

However, Ye Hua is not worried, I believe that my grandfather has read countless people in his life, and he knows in his heart what these people have in mind, and he will treat it with caution.

"Grandpa. ”

"Grandpa, you are so good at fishing, even better than my rake. ”

Father and son walked down the embankment.

For the arrival of the two, Lin Zhidong smiled, especially Simi's words, which made him even more excited, and his great-grandson can really speak.

"Huazi, are you bringing sago to fish for lobsters?" Lin Zhidong slowly caught a crucian carp melon seed and asked with a smile, ignoring the so-called fans who were watching.

"No, let's touch the snails. Grandpa, you catch your fish, leave us alone. Ye Hua put on his water pants as he spoke, and when Simi also changed into rain boots, the two of them carried buckets and bags and walked to the reservoir dozens of meters away.

There is no technical content in touching the snail, and I believe that many children's shoes grown up in the countryside have experienced it.

Unfortunately, it is winter, the water temperature is relatively low, and the snails will live in relatively deep waters. If it's summer, a lot of snails on the beach, as well as stones and wood soaked in the water, abound, so you don't touch them, but pick them up.

Ye Hua was wearing water pants, wading in the water, leaning down and groping under the water.

There are really a lot of snails in this reservoir, and now the economic conditions in the countryside are good, you can eat fish and meat every day, so there are few people who touch them, and now in winter, few people will come to touch them.

Ye Hua is a handful when he touches it, and a handful when he touches it.

Simi was also very happy to pick up sparse snails on the beach.

The snails are easy to touch, they are on the mud surface, just pick them up, but touching the mussels is a bit technical. In the summer, the mussels are fine, and some will also be on the mud surface, but in the winter, they are all hiding in the mud.

But this can hide from the rookie's hand, but he can't hide from Ye Hua, he is a character who plops in the water with his bare ass when he is the age of Simi.

There are mussels and no mussels, and Ye Hua's hand basically didn't have to run. After all, the mussel body is in the mud, and it still has a little bit of exposure outside the mud, and even if it doesn't show that little bit, there will be a small pit on the mud surface...... As for why there is such a small pit, Ye Hua doesn't know, maybe it's for breathing, or maybe it's for eating.

The mussels in the reservoir are very fat and strong, and there are many old mussels, the big ones are bigger than the vegetable bowls, and they are black and swarthy.

With such a big mussel, you can make a small bowl of vegetables.

Every time he touched a piece of mussel, Simi would cheer and applaud the rake loudly.

When the curtain came, the father and son touched a burlap bag and a bucket, mainly because the mussels were large in size and took up space.

The old men had already left, Lin Zhidong also took the pole, and the three of them, one old and one young and one young, went home with the war spoils.

Ye Hua set up a temporary stove next to the house, boiled a large pot of water, put some snails and mussels in the slull, boiled the water for a while, and then picked out the snail meat with a needle.

The mussel meat is taken out directly, but it needs to be cut into pieces with scissors, and there are too many Xiang in it, so it has to be washed vigorously.

There is mud in the shell of the snail that I just touched, and there are many Xiang, so it is not suitable to make snails, so Ye Hua fried a snail, fried a river mussel, and made two dishes.

Dinner was at my grandmother's house with the second elder.

I don't have to say the taste of snails and mussels, the chewiness is quite enough, and the perilla is even more delicious.

In the process of eating, Ye Hua had another idea, that is, to make snails and mussels into mature food, which must be more popular than fish.

After eating, Ye Hua asked Simi to stay and talk to the second elder, and went to the second dumb man's house alone with some fish caught by his grandfather.

He is still relatively familiar with the second dumb, when he lived in his grandfather's house when he was a child, he didn't play with his unreliable uncle at his house, and the second dumb man at that time began to make wine, the burning knife just out of the pot was warm, the taste was not so strong, the wine was fragrant, and Ye Hua did not rub other people's drinks.

The two dumb people are also very generous and don't mind rubbing them.

There is also the residual wine residue of winemaking, which is the best nest material for attracting fish, and Ye Hua and the others often go to take it and put it in a round cage to trap fish.

"Uncle Eryi. ”

The second mute's full name is Liu Eryi, he is really a poor baby, he can't speak by nature, he is still bare-bones in his forties, and his relatives are only one old sister who has been married.

Lonely and miserable, he lived in an old adobe house with his teeth going out, half of which was still collapsing, and the remaining half was dilapidated, making people worry that it would collapse if it rained heavily one day.

The room was lit with dim light, and Ye Hua knocked on the door and shouted.

The door opened, and the second dumb man poked out a sloppy head, and when he saw Ye Hua, he couldn't help but be stunned, and a string of voices that Ye Hua couldn't understand popped out of his mouth.

"Uncle Eryi, you take this to eat, my grandfather fished it...... Let's talk about it with a pen. Ye Hua handed him the fish, and then thought that this guy had never gone to kindergarten, and he had no communication at all!

Ye Hua was a little dumbfounded now.

"Yiyi Ya Ya ......" For Ye Hua to send fish, the second dumb man is still very happy, in the village, except for caring about his wine, very few people have cared about him.

He opened the door and let Ye Hua walk into the house.

The house was so basic, an old table, a few chairs and stools with missing arms and legs, and an old cupboard, which was all the furniture in the hall. As for the electrical appliances, in addition to the electric lamp, there is also a flashlight, Ye Hua didn't see anything else.

There are pots and jars piled up everywhere, and the presence of these things makes the room fill the room with a pungent smell. After all, the smell of wine is good, and the smell of wine lees is unpleasant.

If this kind of environment is to be changed to Ye Hua, he can't stand it for a night.

"Uncle Eryi, I said, you listen, just nod if you can, shake your head if you can't, okay?" Ye Hua really had no choice but to say like this.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh. The second dumb man nodded again and again, very curious about what Ye Hua, the grandson of Mawei Village, was looking for him.

"I want to take your wine outside and help you sell it, I'll give you twenty yuan a catty. I'll see what happens later, maybe there will be more, okay?" Ye Hua went straight to the point.

Hearing what he said, the second dumb man was directly stunned.

Ye Hua's price is too high, you must know that his wine is only four or five yuan a catty for the villagers, and now Ye Hua has doubled four or five times, and the price may be even higher in the future, which really makes him unbelievable.

"Is it okay or not?" Ye Hua asked when he saw his demeanor.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh, woo-woo-woo......" The second dumb man nodded vigorously, and then shook again.

Ye Hua understood what he meant this time, the second dumb man was quite satisfied with the price, but he was worried that Ye Hua would suffer, this is a kind person.

"It's okay, that's it, I'll wrap up your wine in the future, remember." Ye Hua smiled indifferently, walked to a clay jar stuffed with a wooden seal, opened it and looked at it, estimated that it was about fifty catties of wine, took out ten sheets of Grandpa Mao, stuffed it into the hands of the second dumb man, and carried the jar away.

Inside the room, the second dumb man looked at his back that disappeared into the twilight, stunned. After a while, I looked at Daddy Mao in my hand again, and unconsciously a salty liquid flowed out of the corner of my eye.

Standing in the room like this, the two dumb men were in a daze for a long time.