Seeing that the sky was almost dark, Li Cheng put away the fishing rod, and called out to Erya, who was staring at the big fish by the fish bucket: "Erya, take the fishing rod, let's go back, Brother will make you steamed big fat fish to eat, okay?" ”

"Yay! Hello~"

"Go~go~go, brother go faster, Erya has a big fish to eat~"

"Hee-hee~" Hearing Li Cheng's words, Erya, who was already hungry, hurriedly jumped up and cheered, then took the fishing rod in Li Cheng's hand, and ran in the direction of home with an excited face, and kept muttering, "I'm going to eat fish, I'm going to eat fish~"

"This girl, she's so old, she's still a child!" Li Cheng smiled bitterly and hurriedly followed with the fish.

Because the things taken out of the system could no longer be put back into the system space, Li Cheng could only ask Erya to take it.

Out of consideration, Li Cheng also deliberately put the fishing rod on the mud and rolled it to cover up the peculiarities of the fishing rod, and some unnecessary troubles could be avoided or avoided as much as possible.

When he got home, Li Cheng put the wooden bucket down, fetched some water and put it in the tank, and then put the three big fish in it.

"Today's fish should not be as squeamish as they are in the 21st century! Die casually. Li Cheng thought.

However, at the moment, the stomach is still important, and whether the fish dies or not is not the focus that should be cared about. After choosing the smallest grass carp, Li Cheng was ready to try a steamed big fish.

"Erya, go find a knife for me!" Li Cheng looked around, but he couldn't find a tool to peel the scales.

"Brother, here!" The little girl happily ran to the eaves and pulled out a knife from the crack in the wall and handed it to Li Cheng.

Then Li Cheng looked at the bronze dagger with no handle and rust, and fell into thought for a long time.

He had deep doubts that this knife could kill this big fish! But it seems that this is the only thing that can be used right now.

So Li Cheng sat on a stone, grabbed the head of the fish, and used a bronze dagger to cut back and forth on the belly of the big fish a few times, and sure enough, he found that the skin was not broken.

Then he tried to stab the belly of the big fish with the tip of the knife, the big fish only rolled his eyes when he was poked, Li Cheng only rolled his eyes angrily, and finally sighed and threw the knife on the ground.

"Is this a knife? Blind to this mighty title?! ”

However, even without a knife, he couldn't stop his desire for food at this time, and Li Cheng quickly retrieved a few spikes that were ten centimeters long from outside the courtyard.

This kind of tree thorns are extremely hard, grow on the saponaria tree, and it is also a traditional Chinese medicine, Li Cheng has not crossed the front of the old house has a big one, the old man also likes to pick up the fallen honey locust to wash clothes and hair, is a very common tree in the countryside.

Again from the catch of the big fish, looking at a mark on the belly of the big fish and a few red spots on the belly, Li Cheng became the big fish in silence for three seconds.

And then...... A long thorn pierced into the head of the big fish and pinned it to the trunk of the apricot tree. In addition, he brought a long thorn and cut through the belly of the big fish.

Disembowel, belly breaking, gutting, scraping scales, cleaning ...... ready for use.

Erya also cleaned up the wild vegetables. There was no special kitchen at home, and a simple stove made of a few stones was in the open space next to the thatched hut, and the little girl was very skilled in lighting the fire with flint, adding firewood, and soon the fire was blazing.

There is no pot, there is only one crockpot for cooking, and there is no seasoning, only a little salt, and there is no oil.

Since his father Li Liang joined the army, the family has hardly eaten meat again, and even fish is rarely eaten, and Li's mother can't catch it.

Occasionally, the villagers would look at the poor family of three, and if they caught a large beast such as a roe deer and an elk, they would give them some.

But food was scarce in those days, so there were very few such opportunities, and they couldn't meet twice a year, so the whole family was chronically malnourished. Otherwise, Li Cheng would not have risked his life and ran out to hunt.

Add water to the clay pot, put all the prepared fish in it, then add a little salt and put it on the stove to start cooking.

"Erya is optimistic about the fire, I'll go out! Caiyi is also at home, I will come when I go. Li Cheng saw that it was still early, and it was about an hour before it got dark, so he put the head and internal organs of the grass carp into the fish basket after a word, and then carried it out.

"Be careful, master!" Although Caiyi didn't know what the master was going out for, she still reminded her worriedly.

"Brother come back early!" The little girl also shouted softly, and then looked at the stove intently.

When I came to the White River again, the surface of the river was already foggy, and the shadows of the beasts on the other side appeared from time to time. At this time, the sunset is gone, the river is murmuring, the mountains, rivers and fields are slowly shrouded in a layer of mist and mist, and the thatched huts near and far at the foot of the mountain are beginning to have curling smoke rising, and there is no figure to be seen around, only a few children's laughter and cries and adults' shouts.

The day is coming to an end, the world slowly falls silent, and in the distant mountains, there seems to be the roar of jackals, tigers and leopards faintly, which makes people feel cold in their hearts, as if to remind Li Cheng that this is an era in which the living conditions of two thousand years ago were extremely barbaric and primitive.

Tie the fish basket with a slender and tough green vine, then lift the lid of the fish basket to a gap of about ten centimeters, fix it with the green vine, and then throw a stone weighing about one pound inside, choose a backwater bay with a relatively gentle flow and throw it into the river.

Watching the fish basket slowly sink to the bottom of the water, Li Cheng tied the green vine in his hand to a small tree on the bank of the river, clapped his hands and turned to leave.

Fishing in such a rudimentary way is a matter of fate.