The days passed day by day in the dull, and four or five days had passed since Ivan's return.

Life on Flying Fish Island is very comfortable, and the relationship between the villagers is very harmonious.

Go out to sea every day to fish, drink and sing in the tavern after coming back, relieve the tiredness of the day, and joke with each other with the friends who grew up in diapers when they were children.

Even if they get together every day, there will always be endless topics, what they have seen and heard at sea, the nagging of their wives, the naughty mischievous of their own ghosts, and the little things that come out of their mouths will always bring a little fun, as if they are integrated into their lives, which makes people feel happy.

Or wrestling each other's wrists and throwing darts, which is the most common contest between fishermen, until they prove that they are the strongest, then raise their heads, assume the posture of victors, and walk around the tavern with great deviance, enjoying the blessings of the crowd, and finally returning to their seats without the expression of gnashing their teeth.

The little eyes also glanced at the people around him, as if to say that Lao Tzu is the most awesome, you are all scum, so that the other losers are depressed, but they can't say anything, so they can only hold back.

This group of people tirelessly shared, chattered, and competed with others every day, until their faces were flushed, they could no longer drink, and when they were about to have lunch, they reluctantly left, agreeing to fight again tomorrow.

Ivan, on the other hand, listened to their jokes and jokes, poured them wine from time to time, or satisfied their needs, cooking his best dish, salt-and-pepper octopus.

A large pot of mountain spring water, plus a large handful of sea salt in the shape of coarse sand, wait for the water to boil, throw the fresh small octopus into the pot, boil for four or five minutes, take it out and shower, drain the water, and then sprinkle some pepper and salt.

The small octopus with tender and elastic teeth, with the flavor of salt and pepper, takes a bite, the juice splashes, and the unique umami and salt and pepper of the octopus converge in the mouth, which is simply difficult to refuse, especially after drinking a large sip of wheat wine, the taste is simply amazing, comparable to the delicacy of the world.

It was not until near noon that the people returned to their homes that they continued to mend the big holes so that they could go out to sea for the next day.

Or use the gall of wine to kiss a few mouthfuls on his wife's face, and vow not to give up without kissing a few big red seals.

Even if there is one or several little children standing next to him, he is fearless, and even when he is very happy, he will rub the faces of those little ghosts with his full beard.

Of course, most of the time, as soon as they want to kiss it, they will get their favorite big mouth, and then their mother-in-law will blush, scolding and scolding, laughing and unscrupulous when they are not serious in front of children.

After making up for the fishing, take a nap and wait until the sun is slightly setting in the west and the weather is not so hot, then pour some water on the vegetables and clean up the weeds in the vegetable field.

When the birds return to their nests and the sun sets below the sea level, the day on Flying Fish Island is over, and all that remains is dinner at night.

Because of the early morning fishing, everyone basically goes to bed early, and the day is over at night.

This kind of life is very boring for people who like to pursue novelty, and every day is almost the same.

But for the villagers who have lived on Flying Fish Island since they were children and those who like to live a stable life, it is a kind of enjoyment, and every day is dull and happy.

At this time, it was close to noon, and most of the people in the tavern had already left, and only two or three people were left who had not left.

Magino stood at the counter wiping glasses, while Ivan cleaned up the dining room, putting the messy chairs back up, cleaning up the food scraps, and mopping the floor along the way.

He was very skillful and quick, and he did not get rusty because of the months he left, nor did he have any discomfort because of the blindness of his eyes.

At this time, after a period of time, he almost forgot that he was blind.

Through the use of his abilities, he is like a strengthened version of the radar, unlike the colorful world of others, Ivan sees a black and white world.

"Ivan, it's winter hunting in a few days, don't forget." Raff, who burped, spoke.

"Got it, Uncle Raff, I'll help when the time comes." Ivan spoke.

"Yo ho ho, little Ivan has also reached the age to be able to participate in the winter hunt, so he has to behave well when the time comes." Wope smiled heartily, seemingly confident in Ivan.

Winter hunting is a festival unique to the Faroe Islands where Flying Fish Island is located, similar to a farmer's autumn harvest.

This is the fattest time for marine fish, which requires the body to store a lot of fat to survive the slightly cold winter days because of winter.

At this time, the fish are fat and strong, and the taste is abnormal, and every bite is full and juicy, which can be bought at a good price.

After the winter hunt is over, it is a three-month fishing break in the spring, so that the fish can experience the arrival of spring and multiply.

During this time, the fishermen have no income, so the winter hunting day means a lot of important things, and it is an extremely critical holiday.

About half a month after the winter hunting day, it is the Faro Festival, similar to the Spring Festival, a total of three days, except for the first day is the day of worshiping the ancestors and praying for the blessing of the sea god, the other two days are blind dates, good days for marriage.

Although a large part of young people do not like this festival and feel as if they are dominated, there is also a large number of young people who are very happy about this festival because it means that spring has arrived.

Time goes by quickly, very quickly, and one by one inadvertently, a day slips away from you, and the winter hunting day has arrived.

At two or three o'clock in the morning, Ivan left the tavern and boarded Uncle's ship, it was still very dark, and the wind blowing from the sea was extremely cold.

The winter hunting day is different from usual, it is the whole village working together, according to the amount of effort, after all, this day is very important, the more people, the more fish will be harvested, and during the spring fishing break, it will not be too tight.

"Hehe, this is your first Winter Hunting Day." Wope opened his mouth and said with a grin: "Learn hard, it takes time to be a good fisherman." ”

According to the regulations, winter hunting days require adults to take place, so this is the first time Ivan has participated in such a large-scale fishing.

", Raff take care of Ivan, don't let him fall into the sea, or Magino will kill you two, let's go first." Doku teased.

"Get out of here, you guys." Raff laughed and scolded.

Large-scale hunting, especially cooperative hunting, requires a lot of energy, and can be very rewarding or non-existent.

If it weren't for the special day like Winter Hunting Day, the fishermen on Flying Fish Island would be separated.

"Blow the conch horns." Doku shouted.

With the sound of a low trumpet, the winter hunting day began. 11

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