Following him in the Vermicelli Festival, I gave another longing speech, which made the villagers believe that it is correct to have vermicelli, so as to drive everyone's passion for work and ensure that the quality of the vermicelli Festival is excellent.

However, his age is a flaw, one-on-one or one-on-one is easy to talk, but when there are many people, the way of talking is changed. It is not very pleasant to reduce the age of his heart to fifteen, so he did not stay in the Vermicelli Field for long.

After looking at the sky, it was almost time to go home. As for the job of collecting eels, he contracted it to Jinchi. School was over at 3:30 in the afternoon in the lower grade of elementary school, and it was only around 4 o'clock in the upper grade. Jinchi was taking the lower grades. After school, she happened to come to collect eels, and then he would pay Jinchi the wages. As for why he wanted to do this, he didn't even figure it out.

I used my brain a little too much today, so I didn't go to the commune, so I wouldn't be dragged by Wang Hongwen to have a long talk. On the way home, it was a coincidence that I happened to meet Qin Da who was busy working in the field.

He smiled and walked up the ridge of the field. Although he was twenty-seven years old, he also had another memory of a fifteen-year-old boy. He was all young and was actually very interested in catching eels. He originally planned to find time to go to the field to have a day of fun, but his plan was not as good as change. He has been a little busy recently.

So I took off my shoes at this time, picked a few rice straws and tied my shoes around my waist, and then tied my trousers. It was difficult to find dense flat fields in the inner Sichuan basin, and the dome terrain was even more difficult. Mountains were one after another. Only in the valleys and next to the river were suitable for planting rice. The farmlands vary in height, area is not large, and the ridges were very small. In the narrow places, they could not even step on them even if they were close together.

There are weeds on the ridges of the field. The naughty child especially likes to quietly pull the grass on both sides of the ridges in the middle to form a chain. Passersby will get caught if they are not careful and will stagger into the field. Of course, they usually choose the ridges of dry fields. At most, when they fall in, a dog will chew on the mud, get up and pat the soil, and yell for a while and then pass.

Fang Dajun has done this a lot before and has been hit by it. He can't help laughing when he thinks of this.

"Qinda, how are the harvest?"

"Dajun, why are you here? Wuzi said you are busy with work in Beidou." Qin Da shouted happily, carrying a fishing machine on his back, holding a fishing stalk in his right hand, and a large wooden barrel in his left hand. If the eel was eaten by himself, there would be no need to worry about it. Just put a bamboo net bag on your waist and put it in the noodles.

There are many bamboos in Sichuan, mostly with wool (green) bamboo. The villagers are skillful and use bamboo well. They are not only used to weave backpacks, steamers, baskets, rice sieves, grain rakes, baskets, hats, pot lids, chairs and other daily necessities. Those who are great men can also weave "palace fans" with bamboo silk, which is a royal royal product. The bamboo silk used is five times thinner than hair. It takes several months for a skilled craftsman to weave it.

"I've been back early, Qin Er, why are you the only one?" Fang Dajun said and went down the field. The weather in September was still hot, and there was no pressure to go down the field. When harvesting rice, the water in the field was almost dry. Now, stepping into the field is just a step, and it's impossible to splash out.

Qin Da turned off the electricity at this time and walked over with his feet, "Wuzi ran up the mountain. Didn't it rain yesterday? Is it possible to find mushrooms (mushrooms) today."

"Yes, I forgot about this." Picking mushrooms and fungus after the rain is also rare among villagers. The mushrooms that can be eaten on this mountain are more common, including three genus mushrooms and chanterelles, and they are all very delicious.

"I have it." Fang Dajun chuckled, but found a loach hole. The eel hole is much smaller than the loach. Of course, it is not absolute, but there are indeed differences in appearance. He has caught eels and loaches before, but they usually catch them for fun. At this time, he lowered his body and inserted his index finger into the small hole. Although the loach hole is slightly larger, it is not as big as his finger. Now, as soon as his finger is inserted into the hole, it will directly suffocate the hole.

At this time, we have to rely on the feeling of the skin. We can't do it stoops, because the loach hole is not straight, and it may turn many bends. Fortunately, the water in the field is basically dried and the mud is relatively solid. The loach in the hole has no time to escape even if it finds danger. He has enough time to slowly snatch down the bend of the hole. Soon his whole palm is inserted into the mud, but bad things have also come. The deeper the insertion, the more the mud in the lower layer will be. With his experience, he can no longer feel the cave Bay with his skin.

There is no way, I can only use violence now. I suddenly scattered my five fingers and caught them in the lower layer. Loaches can live in groups, and sometimes several can be caught in a hole, but as for eels, it won’t work.

"Haha, there is really." Fang Dajun was so happy that he started a good start. His fingers felt something slippery and struggling. What else could it be if it wasn't a loach? Of course, it was possible that he could make a mistake in judgment, maybe it was an eel.

It was caught and it was a fat loach. It was too slippery and leaked from the cracks of the fingers. But it didn't matter. With the dry hardness of the mud on the field surface, the loach could no longer run away.

The most important thing to use electricity to fight eels and loaches is to give electricity to the mud surface. Once it comes out, it will not be easy to escape.

The loach was quickly caught and still entered the wooden barrel, but this was not worthy of pride. Only those who caught eels in the paddy fields before transplanting rice were masters, because in that environment, eyesight, speed, and luck were indispensable.

He had a good start, but he couldn't continue to work hard. He then searched for three holes but found nothing. As soon as he left, Qin Da put up with the fishing rod. The barbed wire mesh as big as a palm touched the scratched hole. The switch turned on and began to discharge. After about ten seconds, an eel struggled to drill out. Qin Da cut the electricity and then grabbed the eel into the barrel. Technology is the primary productive force, and even catching an eel is of particular importance.

"Dajun, why do you still catch the fishing machine you created by yourself?" Qin Da asked in confusion, and then headed to the next hole that was destroyed by Fang Dajun.

"Haha, this is called Nongqu. You don't understand it even after you say it." The two of them continued to start work while chatting.

One went to the front to do damage, and took it by hand with luck, and the other one followed by electric power. The cooperation was quite tacit. There was no way, and the entrance of the cave was destroyed by Fang Dajun first, so Qin Da had to clean up the mess for him.

"Haha, I finally caught an eel." More than ten minutes later, Fang Dajun sighed to the sky, "The Emperor of Heaven will pay off."

Half an hour later, Fang Dajun, who had captured two loaches and one eel, rested on the ridge of the field. Although there was little harvest, it was because the field just now was relatively fertile and there were more eels and loaches, so he encountered luck.

He pulled a weed casually, which looked a bit like a wheat ear. He walked the small one through the cheeks of a loach, and then stuck the end on the ear head. He carried the grass on the loach, but his thoughts flew to his childhood, of course, the childhood of his former master. When his father was working in the field, he caught a loach and put it on the grass for him to play with... After a while, he sighed. If the family members who took care of the former master were mixed with the thought of fulfilling their duties, as the days passed day by day, he gradually integrated into a new life. Fang Dajun's life in the 1980s...

Qin Da finally cleaned up the place he destroyed and shouted: "Dajun, it's time for me to go to the community to spend eels. It's not easy for Teacher Jin to wait for a long time."

"It's true, I'm going home too. Don't dig coal. That little work point is not a lot of money. Come and help me if you don't get eels in the future." Fang Dajun thought for a while and said, even if Qin Da wants to join the army, he has to wait a year later. Who can tell me the truth about what happened in a year later?

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Qin Da agreed without thinking. He saw how Dajun treated the two brothers. He was willing to help Dajun even if he didn't have any rewards.

"Haha, you come to the vermicelli field tomorrow morning to find me, and I will explain it in detail to you. By the way, I will send you a good thing to catch eels tomorrow." But Fang Dajun suddenly thought of another weapon, made of bamboo, which can assist in catching eels. In fact, it is just an eel clip, but it is not easy to make this thing cool.
Chapter completed!