In the past few days, I have been in the view, playing with the millet seedlings in this medicine field all day long, seeing the green in front of me, taking advantage of my free time, I went out to the mountains for a turn.

"It's a good place."

The forest is not dense, let alone luxuriant.

But it was quiet, and the chirping of the birds accentuated it, and he couldn't help but admire.

The stream is bubbling, and not far away, there is an earthen wall, flowing down a large mountain spring, which gathers in the depression and pit and overflows into the stream.

The cobblestone floors are paved, and many of the streams glisten in the sparse sunlight, rippling with the flowing water, rippling and sparkling with a halo.

Pinched a piece in his hand, Chen Yu arched his back sideways, and with a flick of his arm, he saw the stone chips flying on the water surface whirling, and three or five splashes fell out until they finally hit the mountain rocks before they could stop and fall into the water.

Poof!

The sinking stone flakes shook the surroundings, and several silver carp hurriedly jumped open, stirring up bursts of bubbles.

Sure enough, there were fish.

He looked at it, and knew that he would definitely be able to set a record on this trip today, sweep away the decline of the previous times, and revive the prestige of the angler.

I found a bay mouth, the wind was calm, and the water was not so turbulent. Chen Yu untied all kinds of objects on his body and placed them in front of him one by one.

String bait, lower rod.

Threw two handfuls of millet rice.

That's all he can take out now, and he can't even make some sake and rice, but he can't miss the nest that should be beaten.

This is the soul of wild fishing.

The rice falls, some float on the surface, and some sink to the bottom, attracting swimming fish.

"If only there was corn."

Corn kernels are also the favorite of fish, especially grass carp, which is the most popular.

Actually, even he really wants to eat it.

Whether it's polenta, tortillas, steamed corn on the cob, or corn buns, I haven't tasted them for a long time.

It's a pity that there is no one at the bottom of the mountain, and I don't know which mountain ridge I am waiting to be found.

Boom~

The bait fell into the water and floated and rippled.

The breeze brought a little grass and wood, and he raised his eyes to look not far away, on a crooked ancient tree, the vines hanging on the branches bear orange and yellow fruits, some are still faintly green, but there are also a few ripe and fragrant.

Glancing at the float, he got up and walked a few long steps, then waded through the shallow part of the stream, and jumped under the tree to pick a bunch.

About a dozen, the size of a dragon's eye.

Pick and choose, and in the end, only five mature ones are left in their arms.

Returning to the opposite bank, washing with the mountain spring, Chen Yu sat on the rocky beach, staring at the float while feeling the cool breeze and the murmuring of the water. The mountains and wilderness are quiet, and even with him, it seems that he has lost all kinds of distractions, and his mood has become peaceful.

Pinch the fruit and peel off the skin, revealing a slightly whitish flesh. Bited.

The juice is sweet and soaks the taste buds.

At this time, the float trembled, and he took the fruit in his mouth, and immediately stretched forward half a foot and lifted the rod.

Bang la blah.

The stream flowed, Chen Yu looked at the empty fish hook swinging in front of him, and for a while seemed to have returned to the stone pool behind the mountain.

"There's not going to be a blackfish in this place, too!"

It turns out that the black fish is the only one, and it is estimated that it is still in the mountains, but there are too many small fish in the stream.

One or two sips, almost non-stop, but I can't pull it up. Dozens of rods rose and fell, not to mention fish, and I didn't even see half of the fish's tail.

The time of fishing is always fast, but Chen Yu feels that his days are like years, sitting on the rocky beach, looking at the fish basket that has not been in the water so far.

What went wrong?

No fish in the water? He shook his head, this stream obviously has a lot of fish, not many people, and the environment is excellent.

He couldn't figure it out, it was impossible for the fish in this world not to eat earthworms. That's not possible, the first few times the black fish also went down to the mouth, but it kept unhooking, and it couldn't catch it.

It's a matter of skill and luck.

Chen Yu thought for a moment, but changed places. This time there was finally a harvest - a thumb-thick hemp fluttering, a round head with a pair of small eyes, a mouth wide open, and scales smaller than a grain of rice.

With an eyelid twitch, he threw the guy back into the water, too small, about an inch. Leaving aside the internal organs, it is estimated that you will not be able to find a shadow in the oil pan.

Throw it farther away, hoping not to come back to the bait.

……

The stream is cold and cold, flowing around the legs, leaving a slight feeling of soft floating.

At this moment, Chen Yu was bending over and standing on a shallow.

I found a few rippling holes, put the shrimp basket in my hand, buried the stones, and put them on the bottom of the water.

Standing upright, his eyes fell on the water where five or six baskets had been placed, and he sighed helplessly, sure enough, he did not match the fish.

In the distance, a long rod was stuck in the ground, with a thin thread hanging from one end, floating in the water and not moving.

It's too hard.

It hasn't been open for more than two hours, and it's still quick to find crabs and catch some loaches.

Of course, this creek is not as good as the one I met in the mountains and forests, there are few mountain crabs and loaches, but there are many shrimp and rice shrimp in shallow water.

The former is mostly found in underwater stone crevices, while the latter is concentrated in aquatic plants and vines on the shore.

Chen Yu gave up guarding the rod and waiting for the fish, and simply arranged the basket first, and it would not be bad to catch a few unlucky shrimps and go back.

As long as you don't go home empty-handed.

Anglers, never the Air Force.

Muttering for a while, he finally put most of the baskets down, leaving only the largest one. Then he saw him treading on the stream, and bringing stones, and blocking the narrowest channel behind him.

There was a gap in the middle, and the shrimp basket was filled in and neatly stacked with stones. In this way, the water flows through the cracks, but the fish and shrimp can only burrow into the basket.

Then waiting, Chen Yu returned to the fishing place to continue his unfinished wild fishing. It doesn't matter if you catch it or not, you should come out this time to relax, and feel the nature.

Thinking about it like this, I suddenly felt that the depression seemed to dissipate a little.

……

"Reel in the rod and go back!"

Whoa!

It's not early, Chen Yu doesn't want to spend it out of thin air, and the fishing rod still hasn't opened - in fact, it can't be said that at least he did catch a 'giant' today.

Less than an inch of that.

When he came to the stream, he put the basket before lifting it, poked his eyes out, and then he was silent.

I saw two four-fingered silver carp jumping non-stop, crackling, full of vitality.

The basket is not big, these two are estimated to be three or two up, which is not small in the mountains and forests, and the entire shrimp basket is about to be filled.

What is this? Swings and roundabouts?

He shook his head and chuckled, pulled up his trouser legs, and stepped into the water.

Mention another one, a big crab flaunting its might.

In another one, a fat crucian carp the size of a palm was staring at the sky with wide eyes.

“……”

Chen Yu pondered, he seems to be a shrimp basket, right?

Why are you all sitting in there?

Immediately, he turned his head sideways and looked at the delicate fishing rod placed on the shore on the side, which was cut bamboo, hanged, and dried in the shade for several days, and spent a lot of effort to make the fishing tackle himself, which failed several times, and failed to taste the fishy smell.

Looking at the shrimp baskets that were knitted casually and planned to be burned as firewood after being used twice, for a while, he didn't know what to say, so he could only silently grab the shrimp baskets one by one.

Crabs, loaches, crucian carp are all available.

However, he looked at these harvests and was speechless for a long time.

Indeed, it has all of them, far more than expected.

"But ......"

"Why are there no shrimp?"

The largest shrimp basket was carried in his hand, and in the sound of the water, the fish were crowded together.

Chen Yu stood in the middle of the stream, very puzzled.