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Chapter Ninety-Eight: A Different Kind of Fishing

The car boss got a branch eight feet long, tied the fishing line to the top, more than a foot away, and tied it to the branches in the front section, a total of more than ten hooks, the hooks are very small, commonly known as the kind of red hair hook, the hook handle has a pinch of red hair.

Wang Sanpao went to the forest to get firewood, it seems that the two often cooperated in the past, and they had a tacit understanding with the car boss.

The most leisurely is the fat man, who is busy with the car boss, but people don't ask him to stretch out his hand, he can only observe on the side, but the fat man is also happy to be idle, sitting on a stone by the stream, putting his shoes on the grass to dry, stretching his feet into the stream, gently swaying, cool, very comfortable.

"Uncle boss, what do you use as fish food?"

"You go find an ant nest and catch some big ants, preferably red." The car boss threw the fat man a small glass bottle, which was a small bottle containing penicillin, more than an inch high, and a rubber cap on it.

"It's the first time I've heard of ants as bait." The fat man listened to the freshness, and suddenly felt that the toes were itchy, and when he looked down, he didn't know when, three or five small fish swam over, all more than two inches long, and were sucking the fat man's toes with their small mouths.

"What kind of fish is this, I don't think you need to catch it." The fat man clamped his two big toes and wanted to clip one up, but the small fish moved quickly, and his body was slippery, and the fat man's conspiracy did not succeed.

"These are boat dings and white drifters, which can be caught by hand, but the taste is much worse." The car boss slowly put his hand into the water, his fingers bent slightly, and soon two long and narrow white drifters swam over. The car boss grabbed it violently, and a three- or four-inch white drifter was caught in his hand.

Beat the roe deer and scoop the fish, and now the fat man really believes in this sentence. Seeing that the car boss threw the fish back in his hand against the water skin, the fat man couldn't help but itch his hands and put his hand into the water to catch the fish.

"Catch the ants first, so that you can catch the little catfish."

The fat man had no choice but to go ashore in a daze, without even putting on shoes, and walked barefoot to the forest behind him.

It is said that there are really a lot of ants in the mountains and forests, and they are all dominant, and the territory is divided very clearly, and the nests are generally built near the roots of big trees.

The ant nests that the fat man had seen before were relatively small, and they were ant holes dug underground. But the ants in the mountains and forests are different, the ant nests are built very spectacularly, they are all built with branches and grass stalks, shaped like a large pillar, the small one is half a foot high, and the large ant nest is one or two feet.

Soon a big ant nest appeared in front of the fat man, and it was densely packed with red ants, one centimeter long, in and out, busy and busy, and the fat man's scalp was a little numb.

The fat man pondered for a while, but still didn't get closer, pulled off the bottle cap, and picked out the big ant that ran the order. These ants are very violent, and they are still showing their teeth and claws in the bottle, like little fighters.

"Ouch-" The fat man suddenly felt a pinprick pain on the face of his feet, and looked down to see that a big ant was biting there, and the ants in front of him were gathering more and more, and there was a great tendency to besiege.

The fat man stomped his foot twice and hurried to break through. When he used to watch TV, he saw ants bite and kill big snakes, and ants gnaw dead elephants.

Back at the stream, the car owner's fishing rod had been set up, and two branches were inserted upside down on both banks, and then the branches full of hooks were set up on it, and the fishing lines hung down to the bottom of the water.

Wang Sanpao also got back a lot of dry branches, and used stones to form a large half circle, and put a small ear pot on it. It seems that these two guys are also prepared, and when they go up the mountain, the fat man has already greeted them, and it is estimated that they will be wandering around for ten days and eight days.

He handed the vial to the car owner, only to see him pour out a red ant, gently pull it with his fingernails on the ant's buttocks, pull something off and put it in his mouth, and then click it a few times.

"What are you eating?" The fat man looked a little dizzy, it was the first time he had seen ants eaten raw.

"It's sour, it's delicious, do you want to taste it, and you often eat this thing, you can't get rheumatism, people who ran in the woods in the early years had to eat this." The car boss threaded the ant to the hook, and the ant struggled on the hook.

"It is estimated that I eat formic acid, yes, ants are also treasures, ant powder, ant strong pills and so on are all expensive." The fat man suddenly felt that this big green mountain was really full of treasures, and even the little ants were pregnant with unlimited business opportunities.

A dozen or so fish hooks were eaten, and the car owner stood motionless on the shore, staring at the bottom of the water. Suddenly, the car boss shot like electricity and lifted a fishing line.

I saw a small black fish being carried out of the water by him, twisting his body vigorously, and drawing a black line in the air.

"Hehe, don't even think about running if you take the bait, who told you to be greedy." The owner of the car threw the fish onto the grass on the shore, and the fat man hurriedly went up to pick up the hook.

It was a largemouth catfish, more than half a foot long, with no scales on its body, but it had a layer of mucus that was slippery and did not leave its hands.

Taking off the hook, the fat man noticed that the back of this catfish is pitch black, only the belly is gray-white, if it stops at the bottom of the water, it is the same color as the stone, it is really not easy to find, no wonder I only saw those boat dings and white drifters just now.

Just as he was pondering, the car boss raised his hands, and another catfish caught and snapped on the grass.

It's enjoyable, the fat man simply asked Wang Sanpao to pick fish, and he went fishing with the car boss. No fishing rods, no fish floating, this way of fishing, the fat man is really the first time.

The fat man looked down at the hook at the bottom of the water, and the water of the stream was clear, so he could see the bottom at a glance. Soon, the fat man saw a few black fish swimming slowly at the bottom of the water, which was indeed very hidden.

"Here we are." The fat man shouted, grabbed a fishing line and lifted it violently, and also brought out a joising guy from the water.

"Third uncle, hurry up and take off the hook!" The fat man commanded Wang Sanpao on the shore vividly, and then said to the car boss: "Uncle boss, this is very easy, the water is so clear, you can really see the bite of the hook - no!" ”

The fat man finally saw the face of the car boss from the side, only to see that he had his eyes closed, and a finger stretched out from each hand, which was on the fishing line, as if he was about to play the piano.

"What kind of kung fu is this?" The fat man was completely confused.

As he spoke, he saw the car boss's left hand shake, and a black fish was taken out of the water by him.

It's simply a miraculous skill, the fat man admires it so much that he throws his body to the ground, and he can gain insight into whether the fish bite the hook or not, and he can't practice it in a few years.

"This guy is most willing to play drifting, you haven't seen his flying god fork yet, it's even more godly." Wang Sanpao said while disemboweling the fish.

"Really, you have to open your eyes one day." The fat man had a little more expectation in his heart. Spearfishing is basically a lost craft and is rare to see.

The car boss opened his eyes: "Now that there are fewer big fish, my craft is estimated to be lost-what, fatty, does contracting barren mountains also include Nanwazi?" ”

The fat man knew that what he said was the place where he fished years ago, so he nodded: "If you want to wrap it, you can pack it all, and only when there are mountains and rivers can you raise people." ”

"Don't talk about those things that don't matter, can you wrap it up and talk about it, hurry up and come over to do a job, and help me flush this fish." Wang Sanpao himself was a little busy, but he couldn't do it.

The fat man thought about it, let's go up by myself, the old fisherman of the car boss is more suitable for fishing. So he filled the kettle with water and rinsed the little catfish.

The water in the pot was about to boil, Wang Sanpao put the fish in, then sprinkled some salt noodles into it, covered the pot, and slowly boiled over low heat.

The fat man sat there and added firewood to the bottom of the pot, and at this time the car owner also turned around, pulled out a pile of burnt charcoal, and then took out quail eggs from his pocket, which were covered with brown spots, small and delicate.

"Uncle boss, don't eat the little quail." The fat man had eaten quail eggs before, and he thought the taste was average, so he wasn't very interested.

"I don't dare to mix in the mountains without this look, I can guarantee that these are basically not more than three days." The owner took a horseshoe needle in his hand, poked two holes in the side of the quail eggshell with the end of the needle's nose, and then put the quail egg on the ash heap in a standing position.

"What is this for?" The fat man doesn't understand again.

"As soon as it's hot inside, it's going to be a fried egg, so there's got to be a place to run out." The owner of the car stacked all the quail eggs, and then covered them with a layer of gray charcoal.

The fat man twitched his nose, and the pot already exuded bursts of fish fragrance, without the slightest fishy smell, which was the most primitive fragrance and could stimulate people's most primitive appetite.

"I've got to get something, too." The fat man sniffed, then ran to his large backpack and took out a large roll of dried tofu, as well as shallots, miso, and even coriander.

"Just give me some coriander to make the fish soup fresher." Wang Sanpao took a small handful of coriander, tore it twice with his hand, and threw it into the pot.

The car owner used two long sticks to pick up the ears of the small pot and removed it from the fire. The fat man stepped forward to take a look, and saw that the milky white fish soup was floating with emerald green vegetable leaves, which was very appetizing.

"It turns out that fish soup can be about the same as milk, but I haven't drunk it before." The fat man sighed that in his time, the fish he ate were all artificially fed in the pond, and no matter what the precious species was, it was always difficult to get rid of the earthy smell.

The car boss took out three big spoons, and the servants drank soup by the pot. The fat man was in a hurry, so he scooped up a spoonful of milky white fish soup, put it to his mouth and blew hot air.

A scent immediately entered the nose, and after a few sips, I only felt that the fragrance was mellow and elegant, but the aftertaste was endless.

Fresh is just one word, and the soup artificially prepared with chicken essence and MSG is overshadowed by this. It feels like a woman who is naturally beautiful, compared to a woman who has been processed by a beauty salon.

The fat man has a good habit, if it is delicious, he will not spill it, spoonful after spoonful, if the fish soup in the pot is not too hot, it is estimated that he will be poured into the pot.

Wang Sanpao and the car boss looked at each other and smiled: "Fatty, don't patronize and drink soup first, do you have to drink some wine." ”

"Didn't you bring your own?" The fat man is very busy now, and after drinking the fish soup, he is a little reluctant to drink.

Wang Sanpao stood up, went straight to the fat man's big backpack, and soon came back with a bottle of Lao Baigan in one hand: "Every time you go up the mountain, you bring wine, what else do we bring." ”

After speaking, I took a bite of a bottle, and I didn't need a cup, but blew on the bottle, like drinking beer. After drinking, he took a bite of the rolled dried tofu: "To say that life in the old forest is not bad." ”

The fat man nodded sympathetically: Every time you go up the mountain, it is indeed a good memory, of course, the premise is that someone like Wang Sanpao or the car boss must follow, otherwise you can only suffer.

"Taste my quail eggs." The car boss's quail eggs were also freshly baked, hot in his hand, and after weighing a few times, he didn't even pick up the skin, and threw it directly into his mouth.

"I'll have one too." The fat man also picked one up, and wanted to peel off the skin on it, but found that it had been stuck with the inside, so he had to bite the skin.

Well, yes, the skin is crispy, the egg white inside is soft and elastic, the yolk is still very intact, and the color is very showy.

Artificial and natural are not the same. The fat man praised in his heart, the quail eggs he had eaten before definitely did not have this taste.

The three of them sat on the grass, with a gurgling mountain stream in front of them and a verdant dense forest behind them, looking up at the blue sky and secluded blue sky, looking down at the green grass, no need to drink, their hearts were drunk first.