Traveling through troubled times to escape famine and cultivate crops as a grain merchant

She couldn't help but turn over and sit up from the ground, watching his simple harpoon plunge into the water again and again and then be lifted up again and again.

It can be seen that the old man is really not very good at this.

She stood up, rolled up her trouser legs, and walked into the stream wearing her straw sandals.

The stream water was clear and cool. As soon as her feet stepped in, the coolness immediately dispelled the summer heat. The sweat that was pouring out seemed to be suppressed by something. If her master hadn't been there, she really wanted to take a good bath in the water at this moment.

The old man at the side saw her go into the water and said, "Hey, why don't you use the harpoon I cut for you? I want to see how your hidden weapon training is going and whether your aim is accurate."

Zhou Guo was very upset, "Master, I have only practiced seriously for an hour."

The old man touched his nose and said, "Let's have a look. Maybe we can catch some fish in an hour."

Zhou Guo looked at him and thought that this old man probably just wanted to eat fish.

The old man chuckled.

She had no choice but to lower her head and take a closer look in the water. There really were fish in it, but they didn't seem to be very big, about the size of a palm. She wanted to eat big fish!

"Well, well, have you seen that? There is a big fish about two meters away from you on the left front. It looks like it weighs at least two kilograms. Go and try it." The old man said as he handed over the harpoon in his hand.

Zhou Guo lowered his head and looked around. He didn't pick up his knife or ask for his harpoon. He picked up a stone as big as a washbasin from the water, walked over carefully, stopped about ten feet away, then raised the big stone in his hand and threw it at the big fish.

With a loud bang, water splashed half a meter high.

She walked over and happily picked up the big fish that was knocked unconscious. When she lifted it up, she saw that it was a big grass carp, weighing about four pounds, enough for a meal.

The old man stared in amazement at how she effortlessly lifted up the big fish that he had been unable to catch. He immediately perked up and said, "Come on, Guoguo, my good disciple, go catch a few more. There are still many over there. Catch some and let everyone have a taste."

He reached out and took the big fish from her hand and went ashore happily.

Zhou Guo handed the fish to him and turned around without saying a word. There were more than 300 people in the team, and it was definitely impossible for everyone to eat enough, but it should be possible to catch a few big ones so that everyone could drink fish soup and eat a piece of fish meat.

There is a large shallow area ahead, where there should be a lot of fish.

We walked to the shallows and along the shore, and sure enough, we saw several schools of black fish. It had probably been a while since anyone had come to this deep mountain, so the fish resources here were pretty good.

She followed the same method, holding a big rock and smashing it at the fish school she had her eyes on. One stone could knock out more than a dozen fish. At this time, she was not picky. She took any fish, big or small, as they were all meat.

She also saw a lot of transparent shrimps as long as two finger joints in it, which made her so greedy that her saliva was watering.

But compared to the shrimps which had little meat that was barely enough to fill the gaps between teeth, it was obviously much more cost-effective to eat a giant like fish. She turned around and threw herself into the arms of the school of fish, grabbing a big rock and smashing it again and again.

At the beginning, the fish were waiting for her to hit them stupidly, but after a few times, they learned their lesson and would quickly run away, wagging their tails before she could get close to them.

It’s just that there were so many fish that she always caught something.

In the time it took her to catch a bunch of fish of all sizes, there was no longer a single fish in the shallows; they must have all hidden in the deep water far away.

She went ashore, cut a few wild vines, and strung up the fish according to their sizes. Then she could just carry them along.

There are twenty-six big fish weighing more than two kilograms here. She didn't count the remaining small fish, but there are still quite a few. The meat is easy to spoil in this weather, but if they are roasted and dried, they should be able to be kept overnight and eaten tomorrow morning.

She wiped the sweat from her head, picked up the bamboo tube in front of her, tilted her head back and gulped down all the water inside.

Then he drew half a bucket of stream water and covered the lid.

She turned and walked upstream, where the ditch was narrow and the water was shallow, making it easy to catch shrimps. She had to catch some shrimps.

There's no way to catch shrimps, they're so small you can only catch them one by one.

She bent down, held her breath and clung to it, looking at the shrimps leisurely swimming in the cracks of the rocks and smiling. She stretched out her hands, slowly held the shrimp in her palms, then suddenly closed her hands together, and the shrimp was in her hands.

She spread out her palm and pinched the shrimp with two fingers. She saw that this river shrimp was bigger than ordinary shrimps. It was only as long as her little finger, and had two long whiskers. She could still eat some meat with one bite.

She opened the bamboo tube in front of her, threw the shrimp in, closed the lid, and started catching the next one.

These shrimps are really easy to catch. She caught half a bucket in one go. When she wanted to catch more, the old man shouted, "Stop catching them. It's getting late. Come and eat them. We can go back after we eat them."

She looked up and saw that the sun had already reached the edge of the mountain. It was getting late, and she didn't know what was going on in the camp. It had been a while since they came out.

The aroma of grilled fish wafted over from not far away, arousing her appetite.

He went ashore and walked towards his master with big strides.

There was a big grilled fish hanging in front of the old man. He was eating the meat without caring about his image. He grimaced from the heat from time to time, "Hiss, wow, it smells so good!"

Zhou Guo couldn't help swallowing when she saw this, and hurriedly sat down, not caring about anything else, and followed her master's example to eat the meat with her bare hands. If she waited for her to carve a pair of chopsticks and came back, she would probably only have a pile of fish bones left.

The salty, tender and slightly chewy fish meat exploded in Zhou Guo's mouth, and he almost shed tears of happiness.

At this moment, she no longer cared about her image and forgot that she was still a disciple. She just grabbed the meat with her bare hands and ate it, one bite after another, as if she hadn't eaten for eight hundred years.

The two masters and apprentices worked hard to eat, and in the blink of an eye they had finished the fish. In the blink of an eye, only a skeleton of the four-pound fish was left.

The old man even took the fish bones and chewed them from head to tail, then put them in his mouth and chewed them slowly. "It's delicious. This is how people should live."

Zhou Guo licked his lips with a hint of satisfaction, and then said belatedly, "Master, you still carry salt with you?"

The old man said unconcernedly, "Yes, I used to be a bodyguard. Not to mention salt, I could sometimes bring spices."

She nodded and asked why the fish in the stream smelled salty. She looked at the sky and saw that the sun had already set. It would be dark soon. She stood up and said, "Master, we should leave."

The old man spat out the fish bone in his mouth reluctantly.

Zhou Guo put out the fire, picked up his big knife, picked up a few strings of fish, and prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he left, the old man squatted down.