The spring rain, the mountains, the big trees, hazy, like immersed in a mist.

The smell of grass in the air is mixed with the scent of wisps of wildflowers.

The bubbling stream in the mountains became more and more turbulent and beautiful.

Where the water is calm, a figure wearing a hat is pulling up the hem of his trousers and tucking the hem of his shirt into his waist.

The whole man stood in the stream, and saw him lift a fish cage and take it to the shore.

After a while, I saw him suddenly exclaim, "Sister, there are fish!" Lots of fish! ”

Not far away, under the tree, a large piece of oilcloth was unfolded, and the four corners were tied to the four trees.

Under the tarpaulin, weeds have been cleared, and a clean flat ground has been artificially cleared.

On the flat ground, a circular stone circle with a diameter of about two feet was enclosed by stones from the stream, and the fire was crackling and burning inside, and the smoke was very large because of the wetness of the firewood.

There is also a small stove next to the stone circle, on which ginger water is boiling.

Yesterday afternoon, it rained heavily, and everyone had planned to hurry to find a village or enter the city to settle down.

Who knew that Brother Mule suddenly lost his temper, and the group didn't have time to find a place to stay, so they could only find such a place temporarily.

Before the rain rained heavily, they erected the tarpaulins as sheds.

The center of the tarpaulin is also supported by a wooden stick so that rainwater does not accumulate in the center.

The group rested around the fire for a night.

The culprit's brother Mule, who is now strolling through the drizzle, looking for his favorite.

Without waiting for Song Huan to respond, Ah Di skillfully skewered the fish with a thin vine.

The fish gills go in, and the fish mouth comes out.

Today's harvest is more than the previous ones, and it is also the most fulfilling time for Adi.

I don't know if it's because of the rain, but this time I caught six moonfish.

The largest is three fingers wide and the smaller one is two fingers wide.

The length is not long.

The small ones are shorter than the palms, and the large ones are about the same length as the palms.

The moon snakehead has a slender swim bladder with a greenish-brown or grayish-black body, a darker back, and a grayish-white belly.

It rests in the slow-flowing mountain streams.

Sexual ferocity.

Feeds on small fish, aquatic insects and other small aquatic animals.

They usually go out at night to forage for food, and inhabit aquatic grasses during the day.

The flesh of the moon snakehead is delicate, with fewer spines and more meat, and the taste is delicious.

The "Shadowless Soup" made by the moon snakehead is even more nutritious, has high edible value, and has the effect of strengthening the body, invigorating blood and removing stasis in pharmacology.

Ah Di ran over happily with the moon fish.

Song Huan smiled and praised a brother, and the words of praise were about to become her mantra.

Ah Di scratched the back of his head, a little shy.

Song Huan said, "It just so happens that there is a lot of ginger water, one bowl per person, and the rest of the ginger water just needs to put the fish in it and put a little salt." ”

Ah Di nodded busily.

The moonfish itself is delicious, you don't need to put any seasoning, add a little salt, and put some wild onions in it, it's perfect.

Ah Di handed the fish directly to Fu Yuanzhi, who stretched out his hand to take it, and pointed in the other direction to Song Huan and Fu Yuanzhi and said, "Sister, Brother Fu, I just saw April Bubble (Raspberry)." ”

Song Huan handed over the ginger water that had been held for a while, "Drink it." ”

Ah Di can only shut up first and take a sip directly.

Only then did Song Huan allow him to go out.

Seeing this, Ah Di smiled, put down the bowl and ran out.

Song Huan raised his voice and shouted at Ah Di's back, "Bring the hat!" ”

Ah Di stopped with one foot brake, and hurriedly stabilized his body that leaned forward because of inertia, and immediately turned around and ran back after answering, took the hat and ran out again.

When Fu Yuanzhi was about to take the moon snakehead to deal with it, Song Huan got up and took it, "I'll get it, there are wild onions there, you go and pluck some and put them in the soup later." ”

Fu Yuanzhi's eyes smiled, the corners of his lips rose, and he responded, "Okay." ”

On the side, Yan Liu, who was getting the water accumulated on the oilcloth on his head, "......"

Seeing this, he silently turned his back.

There was a hiccup.

Maybe you're full of something.

This place is not very crowded, and the patches of April are full of red.

Ah Di used plantain leaves to form a funnel shape and filled it to the brim.

Seeing that there were still patches of April bubbles left, Ah Di went directly back to the camp to put it down, took the basket, and said to Yan Liu by the way, "Brother Yan, I'll pick some more." ”

Seeing this, Yan Liu asked, "There are many more?" ”

Brother nodded, "If you don't pick it again, it will be wasted on the ground, and it will be cooked into sweet sauce for Sister Ah later, which can be eaten for a long time." ”

Yan Liu didn't know what kind of sauce could be made in April, so he said directly, "Then I'll go with you, see the sky and there will be heavy rain later." ”

Ah Di nodded again and again.

The mule brother who was about to walk away on the side flicked his tail, and when he saw the two people leaving, he sighed, raised his front legs and turned around and walked back.

From a distance, you can see a beautiful scenery of red dust and fireworks and continuous spring rain.

The spring rain lingers like a breeze, unhurried, and dense.

In the camp, the mule brother lay on the side of the stone circle and pretended to sleep, snorting twice from time to time, flicking his tail, comfortable and comfortable.

The fire swayed in the stone circle on the side, and the smoke of firewood rose.

Under the tree not far away, Fu Yuanzhi was pulling wild onions.

On the side of the murmuring stream, Song Huan was dealing with the moon snakehead.

The spring rain is always long, and tranquility can go far.

Dense with smoke and fire, flowing fireflies poetic.

And not far from this scene, the hem of Ah Di's clothes was hooked by the thorns on the branches of the April bubble behind the side, and the leaves of the April bubble were obediently glued to the hat, and there were some fragments of dead branches and rotten leaves.

Yan Liu on the side was not much worse.

Maybe because of his height, he looks better than Ah Di, and he is not so embarrassed.

Song Huan put the cleaned fish into the clay pot, and in less than a quarter of an hour, the fragrance of the fish soup came out.

Song Huan changed the steamed buns that were roasted next to the fire again, and saw that Fu Yuanzhi had already washed the wild onions and came back, and said, "It seems that we still have to stay here today, and we can't hurry." ”

Fu Yuanzhi looked up at the sky and nodded, "Then stay for another day, and see the situation tomorrow." ”

They are not short of food for a while.

Song Huan sighed, the special products she bought before could only be digested by themselves, and the air humidity was too high to be stored.

Even if the appearance is carefully preserved, there will definitely be differences in taste.

Alas, forget it.

It's a pity for her silver.

The good fortune in the misfortune is that the money spent is not too much, not too much loss.

Fu Yuanzhi also saw Song Huan's troubles, and said, "It's okay, I like to eat a lot, and it's not a waste." ”

Song Huan laughed and teased, "Okay, then you eat more." ”

Fu Yuanzhi, "...... Good. ”

Song Huan was comforted by Fu Yuanzhi like this, and the depression in his heart was dispelled a lot.

The frustration of being strangled in the cradle at the first attempt was still very uncomfortable for her.

Who knew that she hesitated for so long, and when she was finally ready to do it, she didn't expect such a result.

I didn't make any money, so I posted it upside down, although I digested it myself, but I still felt that I was losing.

I feel bad.

Immersion and internal friction are not good, Song Huan secretly reminded himself.

In order not to think about this matter anymore, Song Huan forced himself to do something else, looked around, and seemed to have done too much, until his eyes fell on the firewood not far away.

She got up directly and brought the wet wood and roasted it next to the perimeter of the stone circle.

This will make the firewood drier and there won't be too much firewood smoke.

Words of thanks:

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