On September 12, 2046, Zhang Shihua and I, carrying two plastic sorting boxes, walked along the path through the small street across the road from the building area, and walked northwest along the strip park on the right bank of the river, more than 100 meters. I asked, "Master Zhang, is this the place?" Master Zhang said, "I'm camping here." "I put down the plastic box with the fishing nets, and I also put the box with the pants on the slope of the riverside embankment.

The weather is sunny in the city of Binhe in September, and although the blue sky is not blue, it is also beautiful against the backdrop of white clouds. Because of the water, the river is much cooler than the rest of the city. The willow trees planted along the river hang down their graceful willow branches, swaying in the evening breeze, like a girl's hair hanging down. Because it is still the flood season of the Saicheng River, and the multi-level rubber dam has been built on the Yan River, the Saicheng River is still rippling with blue waves, and the evening breeze blows a river of autumn water. In the shade of the trees in the distance, a few unknown waterfowl sometimes cling to the surface of the water, sometimes diving into the water to feed in the river. There are more than one white strip beating in the water nearby, which makes you dizzy.

Master Zhang said, "Don't look at it, put on your pants." Master Zhang opened the sorting box, took out a pair of black pants from it, took off his shoes, put the pants on the ground, put on the pants after tidying up, and tied the strap of the pants. Seeing that Master Zhang had already put on the pants, I also followed Master Zhang's example and put on the pants. Master Zhang put the shoes he had taken off into the sorting box of his pants and walked towards the river with a net. I saw that Master Zhang had already arrived at the river. I also put my shoes in the sorting box of Sheng Cha pants, and chased Master Zhang towards the river with another net.

Master Zhang walked into the river, and I saw him standing on top of his knees. The thigh-facing water no longer went into the depths of the river, but stopped there, rounded the net, and buckled it to a place in the river.

The net was rounded, and it was buckled to the grass like a fan, and a splash of water splashed where the net fell. The fishing net droops downward under the gravity of the lead sinker, and Master Zhang keeps pulling the rope of the fishing net upward. The nets finally emerged from the water. Master Zhang walked from the water to the shore, and when he reached the shallow water, he could see three shiny fish jumping in the fishing net. Master Zhang said: "I won the first battle, and I have made some gains. "Master Zhang plucked the fish from the net on the shore. Putting it in the leather pocket in front of the pants, I said, "I haven't opened the net yet, and you've got a harvest, look at me." ”

I also went into the water with a net. Learn from Master Zhang. Wrap the rope of the fishing net in your right hand, then straighten out the net with your left hand, hold the middle of the net, and work together with your left and right hands to pull the net towards a lush grass pile in the river. The net I cast did not open at all, but sank to the bottom of the water like a dead snake with a pop.

Master Zhang looked at my movements and said, "Collect the net and start again, you just practice casting the net round first, and you won't catch a single fish if you pick the net until it gets dark." "I put the nets back. He put the net back in his left hand. Master Zhang said, "Continue, you see my movements." "Lock-up room. The second net was pulled out again, and when the net was closed, two carps more than a fork long were caught for the second time. Master Zhang said, "This kind of carp oil is the best to squeeze and eat." "Listening to Chef Zhang's talk about eating fried carp, I feel like I smell the aroma of fried carp now. I also quickened the speed of practicing the net, Master Zhang said, "Don't worry, practice slowly and continue." ”

Master Zhang, who had already cast three nets, could no longer hold the dozen or so fish in the straps of his leather pants by the time he finished picking the third net. Master Zhang shouted: "Go on, you bring the empty sorting box with the fishing nets, scoop some water, and I will put the carp inside." ”

I quickly put the net on the shore and ran over to get the empty bin. After shoveling up some water in the river and putting it in a plastic box, Master Zhang took the carp out of the leather pocket of his pants and put it into the sorting box. Although they were thirsty for a while, the carp returned to the water and still swam happily. I said, "It's all good, they're all alive." Master Zhang said, "It's a pity, they won't survive tonight." After saying that, Master Zhang walked towards the river again, rounded the fishing net, buckled it into the haystack below the river, leaned forward slightly, and then stood firm and dragged the fishing net to the river.

I also tried to round the net and buckle it to the surface of the haystack in the river, but I couldn't get the gist of it, and every time I kept the net empty, and I didn't catch it. But Master Zhang rarely has an empty network. After ten nets, I was a little tired, and I was discouraged after no gain. Unlike me, Master Zhang always has something to gain, and his interest is getting higher and higher. Master Zhang encouraged me and said, "Everyone has the first time, and the first time I don't necessarily catch a fish, the first time I learned to pick a net, I almost returned empty-handed, but fortunately, my fellow fisherman gave me two small fish." He told me: It's better to eat fish than to have fun. Don't be discouraged, keep practicing. I said, "Yes." "I started to practice picking nets again.

On the right bank of the river, about 1.5 kilometers up and down the river from our base camp, Master Zhang walked back and forth twice, but somehow, Master Zhang didn't get every net later. But it's still much better than me, and I still slam the net a hundred times, and I don't catch a single fish. As the sun set, Master Zhang said, "Let's play here today." As he spoke, he fished the fish out of the bins and into a large plastic bag.

I took off my pants and found that my pants were also soaked with sweat, and when the breeze blew, it was really a little cool. I changed into my own shoes and spread my pants out on the riverbank. Master Zhang looked at the fish in the plastic bag and said, "It's enough for the two of us to eat." I said, "Where are we going to blow it up?" Master Zhang said: "The 120 rooms in our dormitory building are the kitchen, which has a natural gas stove, and I have a full set of kitchen utensils, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea and condiments, all of which have been prepared." I said, "Tonight we can satisfy our hunger." Master Zhang said, "When we get to the dormitory, we will clean it up, and we will fry it and eat it at night." I said, "I'll go buy a bottle of wine in the evening, Master Zhang, do you drink beer or liquor?" Master Zhang said: "In the evening, the two of us will drink a bottle of white bar, just that Niu Er." I asked, "Niu Er, is it the second pot head from Niulanshan?" Master Zhang said: "I want the green label of Niu Er, it is the best to drink." ”

While telling me about the arrangements for the evening, Master Zhang took off his pants, put on his shoes, and then dried his pants on the river embankment. Taking advantage of the time when the pants were drying, Master Zhang sorted out the fishing nets and put them in the sorting box. As soon as there was no trace of water in the trousers, Master Zhang put away the trousers and sprinkled talcum powder on them. I asked, "What is this doing?" Master Zhang said: "In order to prevent the summer heat, the pants are sticky." ”

After packing up the fishing gear and trousers, we each had a sorting box, and walked back in the direction of our news and media center building with the sorting box. Master Zhang looked very happy today, humming "Yimeng Mountain Minor" in his mouth: "Everyone says hey, Yimeng Mountain is so good, hey......" I walked forward side by side with Master Zhang. (To be continued......)

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