I make a living solving crimes.

On weekends, there weren't too many people coming to Beihai to fish. Hearing Chang Wei's loud shouting, all the anglers nearby focused their attention on him.

Yan Bugui was about to cry. This must be the silver carp he mentioned before, right?

It must be.

"Chang Wei, I'll give you the fifty cents back, and you give me the fishing rod."

Chang Wei raised his butt and changed direction, "Uncle, we agreed to meet at noon, you have already received the money, you are an educated person after all, do you still have any shame?"

Yan Bugui really wants to be shameless.

He is also often shameless, and any hesitation for even half a second between his face and money would be disrespectful to money.

But there were more and more people watching the fun around him, many of them were neighbors in Nanluoguxiang, and even parents of his students, so he had to save face.

A feeling of regret filled his heart and he sat down weakly by the lake.

"Slow down, slow down, don't break the pole."

"Let it go, give it some strength."

"Pull, fight the fish and make it waste its strength."

"..."

"..."

Beihai Air Force No. 1234 and Beihai Breeder No. 5678, who were standing behind Chang Wei, were even more anxious than he was. They wanted to grab the fishing rod and fish around themselves.

Although fishing is fake, playing with fish is real.

Chang Wei had seldom caught such a big fish in his past and present lives. This time, he was so excited about fishing that he rowed to the left side of Yan Bugui and then to the right side of Yan Bugui, with the fishing rod dangling in front of Yan Bugui.

After pulling for seven or eight minutes, Chang Wei finally pulled the huge silver carp, which was more than 60 centimeters long and weighed about 8 or 9 kilograms, to the shore and pulled it up with the fishing line.

Yan Bugui was very sure that this was the one he had lost.

It must be.

"Chang Wei, you fish..."

Chang Wei ignored him, pulled a willow branch, stripped off the leaves, put the fish through its gills and hung it by the water. He turned his head and glanced at Yan Bugui, "Uncle, give me another earthworm."

Yan Bugui covered his chest with his hands and stared at the water without saying a word.

Fish meat costs 26 cents per pound at the purchasing station, so this fish is two dollars.

Gone!

For a person who fails to pick up money, it is equivalent to losing it, which is more painful than killing him.

Seeing his behavior, Chang Wei was too lazy to say anything more and just dug out a fat earthworm from the can and hung it up.

Although he doesn't use bait when fishing, it is still necessary to hide his tracks.

At noon, Chang Wei lifted the three big fish out of the water, carried them in his hands and walked around the shore of Beihai Park for a whole circle, then went home triumphantly. Walking in the alleys of Nanluoguxiang, he was the most handsome cub.

Following behind him was a dejected Yan Bugui.

This guy is such a bad guy. He only kept three big fish out of the ones he caught and threw back the rest that weighed six or seven taels.

In a beautiful name: This is still a child...

What's wrong with the child? Yan Bugui wouldn't even mind catching fish eggs.

After entering the yard, Chang Wei went from the back house through the hanging flower gate to the front yard. He did not go in, but walked back and forth in the yard with the fish in his hand.

Yan Bugui returned to the house and saw his mean look through the window, and he gritted his teeth in anger.

These fish should all be his.

The three aunts were all confused. Did Chang Wei steal Old Yan’s fish?

No, Old Yan buys a sesame seed bun for eight cents and chooses the thickest one. Can he afford to suffer such a loss?

He Yuzhu, who lived in the main house in the middle courtyard, was about to go out when he ran into Chang Wei walking around the yard with a fish in his hand. He exclaimed, "Wow, man, where did you get that?"

"I caught it in Houhai." Chang Wei lifted the fish to his chest and asked humbly, "Brother Zhuzi, how do you think we should eat this fish?"

As an eighth-level chef at the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, He Yuzhu was quite knowledgeable in food. Just as he was about to give some pointers, he raised his eyebrows and whispered, "Your mother is glaring at you from behind."

Chang Wei immediately shrank his shoulders, turned his head and saw Yang Min standing under the eaves, sneering.

"Mom, look, this is what I caught today."

Yang Min looked at her son's boastful look and felt like laughing. She said coldly, "I saw it ten minutes ago."

Chang Wei didn't dare to shake anymore, and quickly trotted into the house with his neck shrunk. He held the fish high up and said to He Yuzhu, "Brother Zhuzi, see you later."

The whole family was there. The younger brother and sister were lying on the table writing. When they looked up, they saw the three big fish in Chang Wei's hands, and their eyes lit up.

The little girl stumbled over and hugged Chang Wei's legs, still mumbling: "Uncle, donkey, donkey, uncle, big donkey."

Chang Wei hugged her and held the fish in front of her, "This is a fish."

"donkey."

"Fish. Big fish."

"Donkey, big donkey."

Chang Wei gave up, turned around and licked his face and said to Yang Min who followed him in: "Mom, how about having a chopped pepper fish head and boiled fish tonight?"

Yang Min took the fish, glared at him and said unhappily: "If you can make me so much oil, I will make boiled fish for you."

Chang Wei was stunned.

He had 32 jin of food rations, 3 liang of oil, 6 liang of meat per month, and 12 feet of cloth per year.

This little bit of oil has to be saved for the New Year and other festivals. On weekdays, people would only take out a little oil to scrape the bottom of the pot on weekends.

When buying meat, always buy the fattiest ones.

Yang Min saw Chang Wei's disappointed look, but still felt bad for him. She took out a dime from her pocket and said, "Third brother, go buy some tofu."

Chang Tian responded loudly, ran to get the money and the plate, and ran out of the door.

Yang Min took the fish to the purchasing station, and when he came back he had a three-pound fish head and three yuan and thirty cents.

Chang Wei still had fish for lunch.

The fish head is not fried in oil, just put it into the pot and cook it directly.

A big pot of fish head stewed with tofu, a handful of pickles, and cornmeal steamed buns. The third child Chang Tian and the fourth child Chang Long ate it with relish. The niece Bai Xiaoman sat on Chang Wei's lap, eating the tenderest meat around the fish eyes, her eyebrows and eyes were so smiling that they could not be seen.

Yang Min simply dipped the largest cheekbone on the fish head in some soup and sipped the flavor in her mouth, then munched on the steamed bread with contentment.

Watching this scene, Chang Wei felt a little sad and a little warm.

It’s so difficult to live in this era.

Not to mention this bare house, except for the nicer clothes on themselves, Chang Tian and Chang Long are all covered in patches.

Three years of new life, three years of old life, and another three years of mending.

As far as I can remember, Chang Tian had never worn new clothes. All of them were altered from his own old clothes.

Two toes of the shoes on his feet were already showing.

The third and fourth children were both very thin. Compared with children of the same age in later generations, they were at least one or two years younger.

Chang Wei thought about it, took out the remaining one dollar and put it on the table, and said with guilt: "Mom, this is what's left this morning."

Yang Min glanced at it and pushed it back, gently admonishing: "Smoke less."

Chang Wei was stunned. After a long while, he turned his head woodenly to look at the third brother Chang Tian. Chang Tian secretly winked in the direction of the fourth brother Chang Long, but Chang Long turned his head away with the bowl in his hand, refusing to look at him.

Forget it, I can’t have this girl anymore.

A three-pound fish head, a piece of tofu, a handful of pickles, and ten steamed buns made of two-grain flour. These foods that Chang Wei had no interest in in his previous life now tasted extremely delicious to him.

Chang Wei looked at his mother, whose back was bent due to the pressure of life, and thought secretly that she had to change the way she lived.