One of the conveniences of hunting fish at night is that when I was in the Northeast, I learned the local method of digging a pit in the riverbank, and then sticking a torch diagonally at the water's edge. When the fish see the light on the surface of the lake, they will naturally jump up and fall into the pit, which is called "carp jumping over the dragon gate", and the angle of inserting the torch and the position of the pit are very particular. The fat man and I dug a hole in the river, and then planted the torch at an angle of about thirty degrees into the mud on the riverbank. The Amazon River is so turbulent that the slightest mistake in the torches will be extinguished by splashes. We stood by the pit with our homemade harpoons in hand, waiting for our prey to take the bait. After a while, there was movement on the surface of the river. A tropical salmon glowing with silver light jumped out of the water and fell to the ground. The fat man picked it up, not wanting the fish to be very powerful, so he waved his tail and jumped a few times and jumped back into the water, splashing us both with mud-

Okay, you little king eight kinds, dare to argue with the fat man! -The fat man took off his shoes and socks and prepared to go into the water, I said that the current here is too fast, and I don't know if there are any fierce rays in the river, and it is not worth risking to go into the water for a fish. The fat man was made by the salmon and patted the horizontal meat on his waist: "At the tonnage of the fat man, I don't believe that the dragon king can rush away." Lao Hu, you are getting more and more stubborn, come down quickly, catch fish with me-I really can't resist him, so I have to withdraw my shoes and pants, jump a few times on the shore, and touch the water. The river was bitterly cold at night, but fortunately the water level was not deep where we were, and it was only up to my thigh. Under the light of the torches, the muddy water of the river took on a glue of mud, and the fat man kept shaking the mud that sank under the riverbed with his feet, trying to startle the fish hidden in the mud. I said, "You haven't washed your feet for a few days, don't stir around here, and when the time comes, the fish will be sour and sour, and I won't drink your foot-washing water-the fat man cut out: "You are not much better, you don't like to eat or not." Hey, there's movement here! -The fat man saw the movement under the water, and plunged his fork down, he shook in the water a few times, and I hurriedly supported him-

Haha, look! -The fat man raised his harpoon, and saw a large silver salmon nailed to a sharpened branch. I was also infected by the joy of harvest, and rolled up my sleeves and prepared to do a big job. At this moment, the fat man's smile suddenly froze on his face, and he released the harpoon in his hand and said to me, "Something, grabbed my foot-

The fat man leaned over and shook it a few times, but he didn't shake off the things on his feet. I immediately dived into the water, only to see a black mass that clamped the fat man's right foot like kelp. I tried to pick the kelp with my harpoon, but I didn't expect it to shrink as if it were a living creature. The fat man screamed in pain and lost his balance and fell into the river, he ate a few mouthfuls of cold water, and was almost choked to death, I shook off the harpoon, grabbed the kelp with both hands, and even used my teeth, and finally pulled the black and slimy thing off the fat man's legs. The two of us finally managed to stand firm in the river, I was soaked in muddy water, and the fat man was even worse, he choked under the water for a long time, and the whole person almost had to turn his back on his breath, constantly coughing and trembling-

Let's go ashore first, this place can't stay for long-I waved my hand, signaling the fat man to go first, he pinched his neck with both hands, his face was red as if something was stuck in his throat, I was afraid that he was stuck in his throat by something dirty, and hurriedly put his hand into his mouth and dig, the fat man gradually couldn't even breathe, I had to get stuck in his mouth with one hand, and slapped him on the back with the other hand, the two struggled for a long time, and I finally took out a piece of something as slender as a hair from his mouth-

I**, ahem, ahem, ahem, this can't be dead man's hair! -The fat man pinched his throat and wanted to rip out his throat entirely. I was so disgusted that I couldn't do it, so I put the lump under my eyes and studied it: "Don't worry, it's the dead grass, it's this thing that stumbled your feet just now." Out of the way-

The fat man took a long breath, and his face gradually turned bloody: "Fuck it, how can there be dead grass in the river." It was like it was alive, and I was almost dragged into the water by it-

When he said this, I bent down again, groped in the river for a while, and scooped up a large number of slender dead leaves from the water. I held a large stack of withered grass and said in ecstasy, "This is the curly cypress, this is the curly cypress." They have just migrated from other places, and they haven't had time to take root in the river, so they still maintain the state of dead leaves when they first floated over, and you were entangled by them just now, since the curly cypress is here, the fairy grass is not far from us-

The fat man snatched the curly cypress from my hand, put it under his nose and looked at it for a long time, and said, "This thing is the curly cypress, how do I see it, it is all a mass of weeds--he immediately searched the surface of the river again,-Old Hu, what do you see in the middle of the river?" -, I looked in the direction he pointed, and saw a large clump of reed-like plants floating in the middle of the river, swaying in the wind, as if beckoning to us-

That's them. It's a walking curly cypress that's right—I slapped the fat man and laughed,—you're choking. There is turbulence and curly cypress here. I don't think we're looking for anything to run away, so we're hiding in these cypress bushes—

The two of us deliberated, and both thought that the legendary Inca elixir, Valavatu, was hiding in the middle of the river. We went back to the shore, took the rope from our backpack, chose a large tree on the shore, tied a naval knot to it, wrapped the rope around our waists, and slowly touched the water. In order to prevent attack, I deliberately applied anti-turtle agent based on the prescription left behind by Shirley Yang during his trip to the South China Sea. This is the first time I have made zuò, the method of making zuò is not difficult, the difficulty is to take the right belly of nine winter fish, the left fin of nine summer fish, and store the fishy smell of these fish in a clay pot until it completely rots into mud. Smearing these fish mud on the body can have the effect of misleading the aquarium, so that humans can mingle in it without being noticed.

The fat man asked me while smearing these disgusting fish purees on his body, "Didn't you say turtle anti-turtle agent?" We're not diving into the sea, what are we doing wiping it? I haven't heard that the turtle fish has moved recently, and what happened to live in the Amazon! -

I tried the rope around my waist to make sure it was tied firmly enough, and I played a set of military fists on the shore to make sure that the muscles and bones were moving, so that I would not cramp and drown for a while - there were no turtle fish, there were always a lot of crocodiles, didn't we see many animal specimens in the Amazon jungle when we were in the museum, and there were no fish in this river, so I couldn't have encountered a prehistoric giant crocodile. Turtle inhibitor is prepared, so you should give yourself a psychological comfort-

The fat man snorted, and slowly waded into the icy water with me, this time we were very careful, trying with our probe sticks before each walk in the water, and after making sure that there was no danger ahead, we began to move step by step towards the dense forest of cypress bushes in the middle of the river.

By this time, the night has completely covered the surface of the river, and if anyone happens to see us walking slowly in the river, they may think that we are two water ghosts who have come out to look for food. We slowly approached the curly cypress in the middle of the river, but somehow, after walking for a long time, we still didn't touch half a leaf.

The fat man said: "Old Hu, are we going astray, why haven't we arrived for a long time?" It was quite close when I looked at it from the shore - I at first thought that it was the current that slowly took us off course, but the two of us walked for a while, and the curly Berlin was still about ten meters away from us, and there was no change at all.

The more I thought about it, the more wrong it became, and then the rope around my waist tightened, as if I had tripped over something, and I hurriedly said to the fat man, "Is our rope long enough, why is it that I am gone?" -

The fat man tugged at the rope around his waist and replied, "It's absolutely enough, twenty meters of twist rope, and there is a boss behind my buttocks!" -I shook my head at him, signaling that the rope around my waist had reached the end and that I could no longer move forward half a step.

The fat man said depressedly, and walked towards me by wading on the river: "I guess Lao Wang Ba may have tried to buy cheap equipment when he bought it, so he gave us a fake-