In the year 297 of the old Yuan, in the winter moon, Yang Village in the eastern suburbs of Qinglin City, Beixia.

At this time, there is about a month before the Spring Festival, and the villagers are busy with trivial tasks such as food, clothing, and dusting.

In the early morning, when the morning glow has just risen from the Mojiang River near the border, it is also the day when winter fishing is most frequent.

Dozens of men in thick fur coats, leather pants and felt boots gathered on the ice of the river, waiting for the arrival of the fish.

As the oldest and most experienced fish leader Zhang Erhe in Luoyang Village, he was invited by the villagers to the edge of the Mojiang River.

For the first catch before this year, the first stake was smashed, which also means that the wind and rain in the coming year will be smooth, and there will be more than every year.

Dozens of strong men, all wearing dogskin hats, stood behind the head of the fish leader, Zhang Erhe, waiting for this sacred and spectacular scene.

In fact, Zhang Erhe also muttered a little in his heart, after all, last year's winter harvest was not ideal.

Naturally, he went out to visit his younger brother, who was a big official in Qinglin City, last year, and did not show up.

When Zhang Erhe thought of this, his heart also relaxed, and he looked at a man in his early forties standing opposite him with a somewhat smug look on his face.

This person is the head of the vice-fish, and he just took over the winter fishing last year, but he suffered a big loss.

The villagers also complained about him, and at the beginning, they used a Rausch detector, but they didn't catch a single fish.

When the good time passes, there are very few plump Mojiang carp.

No one around dared to speak, they all held their breath, staring at the ice with the fish.

The howling north wind tore the dead straw mats on the abandoned grass huts on the edge of the Mojiang River to the ground and covered a raised rock on the gravel beach.

The fish put the head of Zhang Erhe and said to the people around him: "Prepare to pull the rope!"

When everyone heard this, they all tightened the thick hemp rope in their hands, and saw Zhang Erhe pick up the heavy wooden stake with one hand and walk towards the southwest of the ice.

The stake weighed thirty pounds, and there were six folded large fishing nets hanging around it.

For Zhang Erhe, who is over sixty years old, it is easy to come by, and there is no difficulty at all.

His big felt boots were on the ice, stepping out step by step, each step was measured for decades, and naturally there would be no mistakes.

Soon, Zhang Erhe came to his destination, and he held a wooden stake holding six thick hemp ropes and shouted, "Fall!"

I saw that the wooden stake smashed on the ice with a bang, and Zhang Erhe's strength happened to be controlled within a certain range.

It is only a matter of time and experience that the people around you will not be allowed to fall into the cold water, and the fishing nets can be cast with accuracy.

Zhang Erhe knocked the cigarette pot bag on the heel of his shoe, took out a match and prepared to smoke a bag of cigarettes.

At this time, a middle-aged man hurriedly ran over, took the match in Zhang Erhe's hand, and the cigarette pouch began to light it.

"Please, please. The man finished his cigarette and said.

Zhang Erhe glanced at the man and said, "Zhao Wu, what are you doing here?"

"This year, the good life of these folks depends on you, and I should do it. Zhao Wu continued to bow slightly and saluted.

Zhao Wu is the village chief of Liyang Village, although so, but in front of Zhang Erhe, he does not dare to make a mistake.

After all, according to the seniority in the village, Zhang Erhe is the same generation as this Zhao Wu's grandfather.

"This is what I should do, it is not easy for the villagers, and they are busy all year round. ”

"It's not just for this time to have a bumper harvest, otherwise this world is really impossible to live!" Zhang Erhe said while smoking a cigarette pouch and looking at the situation under the ice.

Zhao Wu hurriedly nodded and said, "Yes, yes, the fish is right." ”

However, he wanted to speak again, but he was pushed behind him by Zhang Erhe, and shouted again: "Get up!"

When the people heard this angry order, they mixed a circle of hemp rope around their arms, and then pulled up the thick hemp rope with all their might, and began to pull the net and the stake upward.

They shouted: "Hey, hey!"

Finally, after pulling out nearly a few meters, the crowd stopped, and when they turned to look.

The big Mojiang carp is jumping around, alive and fat, churning on the ice.

Under the golden sunshine, these carp are no longer just a fish, but the hope of Liyang Village, the life of people who have been looking forward to it for a year.

Zhang Erhe smiled with satisfaction as if relieved, and everyone also knelt on the ground, thanking God for his mercy and the experience of the fish.

"Folks, don't forget the old rules!" Zhang Erhe kindly reminded.

Since ancient times, people who have lived by the sea for food and fishing have followed a convention for generations, that is, to release fish fry and mother fish.

The ancient ancestors were grateful for the gifts of nature, but they also knew that there was room for life.

Therefore, the nets of generations of fishermen are just right for the small fry to escape, so that there will be a steady stream of fatty Mojiang carp.

The fishermen will not do the work of cutting the grass and eradicating the roots, and if they do, they will be self-defeating!

Zhao Wu, the village chief, looked at the carp full of ice with joy, and his heart blossomed.

At this time, he saw a carp with a fat belly, so he walked over and lifted his tail back to Zhang Erhe and said, "Fish head, look at it, this year is really a good sign." ”

"This is a female fish that hasn't flipped the roe, but it's rare. ”

Zhang Erhe nodded, took a puff of cigarette, and looked at the female fish in Zhao Wu's hand with a happy face.

However, his somewhat surprised face made Zhao Wu puzzled.

"What is this?" Zhang Erhe pointed to a few black silk threads at the fish's mouth with a cigarette pouch and pot, and wondered.

Zhao Wu looked at the fish's mouth, and smiled indifferently: "It should be an aquatic weed, the fish head." ”

"Where is there such a thin aquatic weed, and this carp has never eaten aquatic weeds, only river shrimp!"

"Don't be anything weird! Our village lives on this river, and if something is wrong, we still have to find out as soon as possible!" Zhang Erhe said solemnly.

When Zhao Wu heard this, he also made a straight face, Zhang Erhe has been the head of the fish for forty years, not to mention Mojiang.

Even if there is anything in the Yellow River, he knows it clearly.

Moreover, in this war-torn era, strange incidents are frequent, and it is not uncommon.

Zhao Wu was about to tug on the black threads that protruded from the fish's mouth.

Zhang Erhe grabbed his wrist and shook his head and said, "Don't act rashly. ”

After speaking, he took the fishtail and slammed it on the ice, which attracted the attention of others.

They all gathered around and looked at the extremely fat Mojiang female carp, especially its belly, which was extremely wide and round.

Zhang Erhe said to a descendant next to him: "Knife." ”

Hou Sheng hurriedly pulled out a boning knife from his waist and handed it to Zhang Erhe's hand, he took it and squatted down and said, "Block your nose and mouth!"

As he spoke, he also pulled up the thick scarf around his neck, covering half of his face, revealing only his eyes.

Seeing Zhang Erhe raise the boning knife and plunge it into the belly of the fish without hesitation, he only felt that the inside was soft and collapsed.

As if there was something hard to do, he pulled it out again, but no blood spurted out.

Only a layer of viscous white liquid sticks to the body of the boning knife.

Zhang Erhe ripped off his scarf and carefully sniffed it, frowned and said, "Fishy smell, not very obvious fishy smell." ”

Zhao Wu bowed down and said, "The fish is headed, why don't you cut open the belly of the fish and take a look?"

"Good. As soon as Zhang Erhe's words fell, he happily slashed open the belly of the fish.

Then, everyone was so frightened that they almost fell to the ground, and Zhang Erhe also got up and stumbled suddenly.

Because in the belly of this fish, there is a human head wrapped in it!

Zhao Wu glanced at it, and his gaze fell on the position where Fang had just been poked by the boning knife in Zhang Erhe's hand.

But it happened to be the eyeball on the right side of the man's head, and he couldn't help but run not far away and vomit.

Many of the people present vomited when they saw this situation, and even in the past, when fishing, they often saw some dead bodies that drowned in the river or in the river.

But I have never seen such a disgusting and strange scene, there is a dead human head with white flowers in the belly of the fish!

Zhang Erhe looked at the boning knife in his hand, and then looked at the smashed eyeball, leaving only the eye socket on the miserable white and black face.

He also felt a tumult in his stomach, but he had also been a corpse collector, although he hadn't done it for a long time, he could bear it.

At this moment, he heard another scream on the ice not far away, and Zhang Erhe and a few others walked quickly towards the place where the sound came from.

I saw a young man sitting on the ground, constantly moving backwards and kicking his legs, his face full of horror.

Zhang Erhe looked at the mountain of carp, revealing two wet trousers, white ankles and leather shoes seemed to tell their family that this was a corpse!

The young man was just packing up the nets from the stake, and when he pulled the last net, it was as if he had been caught by something.

Without thinking about it, he pulled it hard, and pulled out two human legs, which really scared him out of half of his soul.

Zhang Erhe looked at the two juniors behind him and said, "You two worked hard to move the fish away." ”

"I'd like to see what it's doing!"

When the two strong men standing behind him heard this, they immediately stepped forward and began to move the carp away.

Several of them were thrown at the feet of Zhao Wu, who was standing in the distance, and he looked down to see the fish's mouths open and closed, staring at him with slanted eyes.

He felt an upset in his stomach again, and a burst of sour water returned.

Zhang Erhe shouted to Zhao Wu with some disgust: "You go back to the village to find Lao Li first, and then go to the town to call the police!"

"Wait! Take the kid, he's terrified. ”

Zhao Wu, who was spitting in the dark, heard Zhang Erhe's order, and wiped his mouth with gold stars in his eyes and responded: "Okay, it's good to fish the head." ”

Then he turned around and pulled up the frightened young man on the side, and left the Mojiang ice together.

After sixty-nine carps of more than five catties were moved away by two strong men, everyone present was in an uproar!

It was a corpse lying on the ground face down, wearing a dark brown suit on the top, trousers of the same color on the bottom, and a pair of black leather shoes on its feet.

And this corpse happens to have no head!