Fish is a rare thing in the Loess Plateau, and many farmers living in the mountain countryside have never even seen it. From the memory of the predecessor, we know that even in the former West County, fresh fish is rare.

Only during the New Year's festival will some frozen fish be transported from other places, attracting cadres and citizens to queue up in the non-staple food store to buy it.

And the price is more expensive than local chicken, and you can sell it for more than one pound.

Wang Manyin originally planned to go to Mijia Town today to buy a few more local chickens to raise, but now he changed his mind. In the morning, we will continue along the Dongla River in search of fish fry.

But this time I can't be empty-handed, the efficiency of catching fish is too low. Wang Manyin thought about it for a while, and put the only two thorn baskets in the house and a few broken crockpots into the space.

Then leading the rhubarb, you Ya Youzai walked towards the back of the village.

When I was about to reach the head of Shuangshui Village, I deliberately took a long detour.

This is naturally done in order to avoid meeting the old father-in-law's family.

After all, I just promised to live a good life in the future last night, and I will wander around the next day.

If you are seen by your father-in-law, you will definitely not give a good face.

After walking around Shuangshui Village for a while, Wang Manyin came to the Dongla River again.

Soon, he chose a relatively flat puddle with a lot of aquatic plants growing around it.

Nine times out of ten, fish are present in such terrain.

In addition, there are cliffs on both sides, so few people should come.

Looking around, Wang Manyin immediately entered the space.

Then he took a shovel and dug into a small, spiral-shaped mound of earth at the edge of the pond.

Two fat earthworms were immediately dug up, one of which was about the thickness of chopsticks and smelled strong.

This earthworm was introduced from the outside a few days ago, mainly to improve the soil quality, and now it is just right to lure fish. When there is more breeding in the future, it can also be used as food for the chickens.

Due to the soil quality and lack of water, earthworms are very few on the Loess Plateau, and only exist sporadically in humid depressions.

In order to find these earthworms, Wang Manyin searched back and forth many times, and even dug up the dung heap at the head of the village, but only caught two or three hundred.

Now it seems that they are also very well suited to the space environment, and the growth rate is amazing.

After catching more than a dozen earthworms one after another, Wang Manyin smashed them with wooden sticks, mixed them with some corn nest pieces, and then put them into the bottom of those clay pots, and each covered with a ball of grass and compacted.

At this point, a simple fishing tank is ready.

This idea was born from Wang Manyin's experience of catching fish with cans and bottles when he was a child.

A crockpot was taken and he carefully placed it in the puddle. Next, continue downstream to select the appropriate location.

After almost an hour's work, Wang Manyin finally finished putting a few crockpots.

The whole process was very smooth, and I didn't even meet anyone, which saved a lot of work.

Even if someone comes, they are not afraid...... There is rhubarb guarding the cliffside, and if anyone approaches, it will sound a warning as soon as possible.

Returning to the first clay pot, Wang Manyin saw a slight splash at the mouth of the jar, and his face immediately showed joy.

This movement indicates that there are fish, and there are quite a few of them.

He hurried to the puddle and lifted the pot quickly. Then enter the space and dump the contents of the crockpot onto the yellow earth.

Whoa...... As the muddy water flowed out, I saw seven or eight fish jumping around.

A few finger-long ears of wheat, trout, crucian carp, and loach are all common freshwater fish in the north.

Wang Manyin threw them into the pond, then walked out of the space and towards the second drop point.

This time there was a new surprise, and I actually caught a few small river shrimp from the jar. There are seedlings that do not worry about growing, and Wang Manyin put them into the pond as usual.

Then the third, and then the fourth......

Several crockpots were all recycled, and the harvest was full. There are seven or eight crucian carp and another 5 carp fry.

The rest is wheat ears, trout, loaches and other miscellaneous fish, these are not big, can only be kept and fried into small crispy fish.

When he was done, Wang Manyin realized that it was noon before he knew it.

My current location is already in the lower reaches of the Dongla River, almost fifteen miles away from Jar Village, and it takes at least two hours to go home.

It just so happens that there are still uneaten corn nests in the space, so it's better to deal with one bite.

After entering the space, Wang Manyin patted his head: he was really confused, he could make a fire and cook in the space.

I was afraid that the food would be stolen by rats, so I put it all in the space for storage.

There are also those crockpots, which can be used as pots when brushed clean.

Get another handful of greens, beat a few eggs, and make two bowls of egg soup to drink.

As for firewood, there are a lot of wattles and artemisia grass growing on the side of this cliff, and you can burn it immediately when you cut a bundle......

It is said that Wang Manyin is cooking in the space for the first time, and the whole process is naturally cautious, for fear of waiting for carbon dioxide poisoning.

Therefore, after lighting the fire, he always observes the situation in the space.

I waited until I found that the igniting smoke had dissipated without a trace, and then I was relieved.

Again, space is far more magical than you imagined.

In half an hour, the steaming egg soup is ready.

After the temperature dropped slightly, Wang Manyin broke the corn nest into small pieces and soaked it in the hot soup. Then he folded two artemisia stalks as chopsticks, and ate them in a big gulp.

Some fly in the ointment is that I didn't think to cook before going out, and I forgot to bring some oil and salt.

Next time, you will have to prepare some inside, and you can also put an iron pot.

After eating and drinking, Wang Manyin walked out of the space with half of the nest and threw it to the rhubarb guarding beside him.

This guy has been running for a long time, and he has no credit and hard work, so naturally he can't be hungry.

After two days of hard work, Rhubarb seemed to have completely lost his vigilance against Wang Manyin.

Now that he was standing beside him, this guy didn't even dodge, just lowered his head and nibbled on the corn nest.

Next, Wang Manyin continued to place fishing tanks along the Dongla River.

During the period, I met an old man who was herding sheep for the production team, and the other party was very curious about this way of fishing, and followed the whole process to watch the excitement.

This made Wang Manyin very helpless, so he had to put the fish in a clay pot for the time being, and then walked further downstream with the rhubarb, finally getting rid of the other party.

Other than that, everything went well.

It wasn't until it was almost dark that Wang Manyin led the leper dog back.

Today, a total of more than ten clay pots were placed throughout the day, and it can be said that the harvest was full, and at least two or three hundred small fish fry were caught. However, there are not many carp fry and crucian carp fry that Wang Manyin values most, only sixty or seventy.

These are enough, if they are raised well, they can produce at least a few hundred catties of fish.

Halfway through, it was already completely dark.

Wang Manyin also regretted a little, he was too involved in catching fish before, and completely forgot the time.

Now I can only discredit one foot deep and one foot shallow, and rush home.

On the cliff side in the distance, there were a few miserable cries of night owls from time to time, and the black mountains, plateaus, and ravines near seemed unusually tall, as if ghosts were coming one by one.

The night breeze from the Mu Us Desert rattles the artemisia grass, adding to the terrifying atmosphere.

Wang Manyin was muttering in his heart, when he suddenly saw Rhubarb turn around and scream at a dark place.

He hurriedly turned his head, and saw a pair of eyes emitting a ghostly light in the darkness more than ten meters away.

Nima, wolf!

A name immediately popped up in Wang Manyin's mind, and he only felt that his legs were a little weak.

I've met a wolf!

Fortunately, with rhubarb, otherwise I would have been touched behind me, and I am afraid that I would not be conscious.

Probably sensing a provocation, this guy emerges from the darkness.

Through the moonlight, Wang Manyin saw its appearance clearly.

He was covered in thick fur, bared his teeth, and let out a low whine from his mouth.

Wang Manyin didn't even have anything to protect at hand, so he naturally didn't have any confidence in his heart. There are shovels in the space......

Thinking of space, Wang Manyin's eyes lit up, and then disappeared.

But after staying inside for a while, he felt that it was not righteous to leave only rhubarb to the enemy.

Moved, Wang Manyin grabbed the shovel, gritted his teeth and walked out of the space.

With a weapon in his hand and rhubarb cheering him on, he finally had some courage.

It's not a problem to always have such a confrontation......