59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang.

Before I went in, I heard a woman crying.

"Okay, stop crying. You haven't come back yet, and I'm afraid you won't be able to come back."

"Hey, I still have some fish at home. I'll get you a few pounds later."

"And each of you families, remember, you are not allowed to go out to sea these few days. Wait for the old patriarch to see how strong the wind and waves are."

Chen Feng was lying at the door of the ancestral hall, where the pillars of each family were sitting.

The person sitting in the middle was not the village chief, nor the three team leaders, but the old patriarch of the Zhou family.

Throughout the three thousand years of Chinese history, the clan leader has been the core person for the continuation of each family. Even some scholars and officials did not dare to offend the clan leader, for fear that they would not be buried in the ancestral tomb after their death.

Those who can become clan leaders are either highly respected, like the tough Bai Jiaxuan in Bai Luyuan, or evil landlords, like Lu Zilin.

It was not until the movement to destroy the four olds arose that the patriarchs of various clans in the countryside were completely abolished.

After the reform and opening up, people's mindsets declined and the village party secretary gradually replaced the clan leader's authority and status and became the village tyrant. For example, Uncle Dong from Tazhai was almost the local emperor of the village.

"Uncle, grandma wants to see you."

Chen Feng walked over and whispered.

Zhou Fubo also said happily: "Dad, meat—ah!"

Before he could finish saying "the meat buns are cooked" his father stepped on him and his entire foot was crying.

"Why are you crying? Your grandpa is just going to beat you up!"

Zhou Jing grabbed Zhou Fubo's shoulders and said to everyone, "My son broke a bowl, and the old man got angry and wanted to beat him. I'm going to go back first. Xiaowu will tell me the result later."

"Okay, Fourth Brother!"

Xiaowu is the same age as Zhou Jing and his name is Zhou Qiang.

In the countryside, people from the same village and the same age, especially those born in the same month, often become sworn brothers with the help of their parents.

Zhou Jing has five good friends who were born in the same month, but one died on the battlefield with Chen Jianjun, one is serving in the army in another place, and one works in a factory in Tianjin. Now only Zhou Qiang is still in the village.

The two are half brothers.

Pulling Zhou Fubo out, Zhou Jing angrily said, "I'll deal with you when we get back."

Zhou Fubo finally figured it out and realized that he almost said the wrong thing.

When it comes to eating fish, it can be said that which family in Zhoujiagou doesn’t eat fish?

But meat buns are not the same. In the past few years, we could eat pork, duck, etc., but now the commune canteen is closed and even minced meat is rarely seen.

"cousin."

Chen Feng shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he couldn't save him this time.

After returning home and finishing breakfast, Zhou Jing wanted to beat him, but Chen Feng suggested making him write as punishment.

“There’s no paper!”

"I brought it!"

Under Zhou Fubo's astonished gaze, Chen Feng took out rolls of yellow paper from his backpack.

My cousin wanted to cry instantly.

This is something that is separated by space, similar to oil pressing.

The ability to decompose matter spatially is used to decompose the straw into various materials, among which the straw fibers are separated individually, and tiny amounts are gathered together and flattened to form an extra-large piece of paper.

Then cut into small pieces with space.

The paper obtained by completely decomposing straw fibers in space is smoother and finer than industrial paper.

"What should we ask him to write?" Zhou Jing asked.

Chen Feng took out a piece of paper and quickly wrote the multiplication formula on it.

"Write this. One plus one equals one, one plus two equals two. Write it a hundred times and you'll probably remember it."

"Let Dinghai write as well."

"Okay, read and write at the same time," Zhou Jing instructed.

Zhou Dinghai didn't expect that he would see the scene above his head while watching the show.

"Dad, why should I write?"

"Because your dad told me to write it!"

Zhou Jing said with a domineering tone.

Come on, dad wants you to write, so you have to write!

Zhou Dinghai had a bitter face, looking reluctant.

After a while, Zhou Qiang came.

"Seventh uncle, seventh aunt, fourth brother, fourth sister-in-law."

Zhou Jing took out a plate of small yellow croaker and said, "My nephew Chen Feng brought a bottle of peanut oil specially made by the chef from Sijiu City. The small yellow croaker he fried this morning is still hot. You can take it back."

Zhou Qiang was not polite and said, "Thank you, Fourth Brother. My family hasn't eaten yet."

"Just now, the clan held a meeting, and the old clan leader once again emphasized that every family must not go to the sea, not even to the beach."

"He said that whenever there is a storm, there will be a high tide. There must be a high tide in the open sea, so this happened. If someone doesn't have enough fish, borrow some first to distribute it. After the storm is over in a few days, go out to sea to fish and pay it back."

Zhou Jing nodded.

Every year, most of the people who go missing in fishing villages are due to high tides (big waves) causing their boats to capsize and fall into the sea.

Nowadays, the boats in each village are very small, and most of them are wooden boats, which are simply unable to withstand strong winds and waves. However, there are many strong winds (level 8) in the Bohai Sea every year.

Especially after late October.

"I still have some dried fish at home. If you run out of food, tell me. When you have enough, just give it back to me."

"Fourth brother, don't worry, my family will be fine for ten days or half a month."

Zhou Qiang took the plate back home. He often eats small yellow croaker, but this kind of small yellow croaker fried with special secret oil is the first time he has tasted it. He wants to take it back quickly for his son and daughter-in-law to eat.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to go to the sea these days."

Zhou Jing murmured, "Fortunately, the tribe leader asked us to store dried fish before winter, otherwise we would starve again."

There was no need to go fishing, and the whole family had nothing to do, so they just stayed in the hall to keep an eye on the two children.

Chen Feng took out his two pens and helped his two little cousins ​​learn basic multiplication.

I was sitting under the eaves, looking at the wind and rain outside, feeling a little restless.

Even if a typhoon hits Japan, it won’t be too big, right?

He wants to go fishing.

The bigger the wind and waves, the more expensive the fish will be!

He took out a one-cent silver coin, put it in his hand, and said, "If the flower is facing up, I will go out fishing. If the flower is facing down, I will stay at home."

With a flip of his hand, silver coins fell.

"Duang!"

The silver coin collided with the stone slab under the eaves, rolled over a few times, and revealed the flowery side.

"Grandpa, I'm going to the beach to take a look."

After picking up the penny and putting it in his pocket, Chen Feng went to the kitchen to get the fish bucket and fishing rod.

"Zhou Jing, go and watch."

Zhou Jing had no choice but to come out with a rain hat and straw raincoat.

The rain outside got heavier. It was light rain in the morning and turned into moderate rain in the morning.

"Xiao Feng, where are you going?"

"The reef area is higher over there. If there is a high tide, we can quickly go up the hillside and go back home from the back mountain."

Chen Feng was well prepared. Most of the reef area was two or three meters high. Unless there was a large storm surge that formed waves over three meters high, it would be safe there.

Even if they encounter big waves, they can quickly hide in the woods a hundred meters away.

I walked to the reef area, quickly replaced the fishing rod, hung a razor clam left over from yesterday on it, and started fishing.

Zhou Jing didn't take the fishing rod, but simply stood behind him.

In less than a minute, a fish took the bait.

Chen Feng immediately raised his fishing rod.

A big fat fish with a snow-white body, somewhat similar to a bream, with an oval shape and a small flat body.

This is a silver pomfret weighing more than one kilogram.

Pomfret has few bones and delicious meat. It is one of the rare high-quality seafood in my country. It is much better than squid, knife fish, Bohai black fish, etc. It is a precious edible economic fish.

Throw the fish into the fish bucket and hook again.