Fisherman

Brother Zhou wakes up early in the morning, and he will wake up when the time comes, no matter how tired he was the night before.As usual, he would sit up quietly when he opened his eyes, and would not disturb Zhao Qian to sleep, but today was different, he couldn't get up.

He opened his eyes and saw Zhao Qian's chin. Before he could react for a while, Zhao Qian put his arms around his shoulders, and now he was completely in his arms.

Brother Zhou was very flustered, and his brain felt a little dull after a hangover, but it didn't stop him from remembering what he said to Zhao Qian last night. He closed his eyes and turned over and buried his head on the pillow. I can't control my mouth when I order wine.

When he moved, Zhao Qian woke up.

Zhao Qian opened his sour eyes. He didn't know when he fell asleep last night. He glanced at Brother Zhou who was lying on his stomach, then withdrew his numb hand from the pressure, and patted him on the shoulder with eyes blurred. : "You wake up so early?"

Brother Zhou responded with a muffled voice, he didn't dare to look up at Zhao Qian.

Fortunately, Zhao Qian turned over and turned to the other side, and after a while, he heard his even breathing.

Zhou Ge'er propped up his body lightly, he turned his head and called out cautiously: "Brother Zhao?"

Zhao Qian didn't agree, what answered him was a burst of snoring.Brother Zhou breathed a sigh of relief, crawled over him lightly, got out of bed with a beating heart, and quickly limped out of the room with his coat.

After the room was quiet again, Brother Zhao, who was deeply asleep, suddenly opened a pair of clear eyes. He lifted the quilt and sat up from the bed, rubbed his temples, looked at his hands, and said to himself: " He rolled into his arms by himself, not you to hug him, right?"

"Yes." After asking and answering himself, he clapped his left hand to his right, with a smile on his face: "That's right."

He put on his coat, stuffed his feet into his slippers, and walked out of the house with the same calm face as before, pretending that he didn't know anything: "Why did you wake up so early?"

Sitting under the stove, Zhou Geer, who was in a trance, quickly picked up a handful of dry firewood, and said in a panic: "Well, I'm used to getting up at this time."

Zhao Qian nodded: "It will be the same when you wake up later."

The two made a simple breakfast together. Zhao Qian moved out the kelp harvested yesterday. The weather was fine today. He tied two wooden stakes and told Brother Zhou: "I'm not going to sea today, but I'm going out. , you dry these seaweeds at home."

"Yeah." After Brother Zhou responded, he couldn't help asking: "Are you going to the market?"

"what?"

Brother Zhou explained: "I saw that you caught so many fish yesterday, and one of the fishing nets you took out was broken again. Are you going to sell the fish and buy new ones along the way?"

"No, the fish will not be sold for the time being, but the fishing nets can still be used."

Brother Zhou didn't say anything more.

Zhao Qian messed around in the house for a while, then threw the firewood knife into the pannier, carried the pannier on and went out.

He didn't go out to sea today because he wanted to go to the mountain to see it. After leaving Shangyu Village, he walked northward for half an hour and arrived at the foot of the mountain. This mountain is very high, and it is the highest mountain near the fishing village. One day, the mountain road is overgrown with weeds, and it seems that few people go up the mountain.

He wanted to go to the mountains to peel some palm tree bark. He had seen fishermen in the village tying fish with ropes made of palm leaves.

When he couldn’t sleep yesterday, he wanted to come to the mountain. The bed at home is too small. It’s not easy for two people to sleep on it and turn over. There is some firewood at home, which can make a bigger bed. Now the weather is getting worse every day. When it gets cold, palm skin can be used to make a mattress, which will be softer and warmer for sleeping.

Pushing aside the weeds, the wild vines had some thorns, which were painful. After walking for a long time, he found a palm. The wild palms on the mountain are not like ornamental plants, and they grow very ordinary, but fortunately, the palm skin is very strong. There are many, and some have fallen off by themselves.

He cut open the surrounding weeds and vines with a knife, picked up the usable palm bark on the ground and threw it into the back sling, and then peeled off the tree. This palm is only two meters long, not too high. If it is taller Still can't peel it off.

After peeling one, he went to look for others. After walking for a while, he saw a chestnut tree. The big tree was more than ten meters high, and it was covered like a big shed. When the chestnuts matured, they burst and fell off the shell. When they got down, many of the chestnuts that fell on the ground were eaten by wild animals, leaving only broken shells on the ground.

He looked up at the chestnut tree, many of them had their mouths cracked, revealing the deep red chestnuts inside, and some had three or four chestnuts in a thorn bag, which looked very plump.Throwing down the pannier, he left the knife on the waistband of his trousers, and did not climb up the tree to pick some, he was afraid that he would not be able to move his feet.

When I was young, I often climbed trees, and the chestnut tree was not smooth, and the trunk was rough, but it was easy to climb. After a few times, he squatted on the branch of the tree, and picked all the places he could hook with a knife. There is a small half basket.He was also heartless, and when he saw it, he almost slid down the tree.

At this time, the bird pecking at the chestnut on the tree suddenly pecked off the thorn bag, which happened to be stuck on the back of his hand, and he grinned in pain: "Where did the wild bird come from! Go!"

After yelling at the birds chirping on the tree a few times, he tore off the thorns on the back of his hand. Some of the small thorns had already been broken in the flesh, and the blood spot on the back of his hand could not be squeezed out of the broken thorns. one place.

Rubbing the back of his hand, he saw a sarcoma on his ring finger, the size of a grain of rice. He hadn't noticed it before. Probably won't find out yet.

Surprisingly, he pressed it hard, it didn't hurt at all, but it was a bit painful, and then, he was shocked, he found that he had brought a space with a lot of fishing gear in it, he squinted his eyes, opened the space I searched all the fishing gear in the store, it was the fishing gear I used to go fishing in the sea, what kind of fishing nets, ground cages, fishing rods, everything is readily available.

He took out a ground cage casually, and the net made of nylon is much stronger, and he didn't think it was that good before. After going out to sea here once, he realized that these things couldn't be better.

All of a sudden, those past lives seemed to be far away from him. If he didn't see these modern things again, he felt that the past life was like a dream, and everything now is real.

Zhou Shaoyu, who doesn't like to joke, has a small and simple house, and lives in poverty, eating and drinking less, which is real.

For a moment, he was very melancholy, instead of being happy for obtaining such a strange space, he was hooked with emotions.

Suddenly he forgot about the blood on the back of his hand. He slowly put the chestnuts on the ground into the basket, covered the peeled palm skins, and threw them on his back. He continued to look for the palms in a wandering mind.

He didn't know the time in the mountains, and the light was not very good. He estimated that it was almost time, so he started to walk back.Walking alone in the mountains covered by the sky and the sun is inevitably a bit gloomy, especially when walking, I always hear the sound of cooing, the sound gets louder as I go forward, he is bold and not afraid of those.

Hearing that the sound became clearer and clearer, he followed it, and finally saw a squatting pheasant on a hay grove, groaning with a stuffy stomach. The chicken was held down.

The pheasant was thumping and screaming, and he grabbed its two rhubarb feet. The pheasant's legs were so strong that it kicked straight in his hands, and it almost broke free.

He tied up its legs with palm leaves so that it could not move. He weighed it and estimated that this solid pheasant weighed three or four catties, and it was just right to stew chestnuts at home. !

"Today is really lucky." He tied the chicken feet, patted the comb, raised his eyebrows, and swept away his emotions just now.

When he reached the foot of the mountain, he realized that the sky had already darkened. It was not too late, and it was probably going to rain. He carried the pheasant and muttered, the weather these days is really weird, it will be sunny and rainy for a while, wouldn’t it be very fun to go out to sea? Danger.

Sure enough, fishermen rely on the sky to eat, but this day is really not enough to eat.

When he got home, Brother Zhou was collecting kelp. Seeing him back, he was a little happy and limped over to help him take the basket.

"It's okay." He threw the pheasant at his feet: "Look, I caught it on the mountain, and it's quite fat."

Brother Zhou hugged the kelp and frowned: "Why did you go to the mountain alone, it would be dangerous if you encountered some big wild animals."

As he walked towards the kitchen, he said: "It would be nice if we could meet each other, and take it home after hunting."

Brother Zhou put all the kelp into the basket. Although the sun didn’t come out for a while, the wind was strong, and the kelp was no longer wet and dehydrated. He held the basket in one hand and the pheasant in the other. When he entered the room, he saw Zhao Qian was playing with the back sash. He took out all the palm skins inside, and there were chestnuts under the sling.

He first saw the hand working back and forth in the basket: "What's wrong with your hand!"

Leaving the pheasant behind, he limped past.

Zhao Qian took a look at the back of his hand, there was still some blood on it, and the few black dots pierced into the flesh looked a little numb.

"It's okay, I got stabbed by a chestnut thorn in the mountains."

Brother Zhou was a little anxious: "Wait a minute, I'll go to the house to find a needle and pick out the thorn with you."

After a while, Zhao Qian saw him come out with a needle for mending clothes, and he walked over to meet him: "Can you pick?"

"Ah."

He asked Brother Zhou to sit down, and he sat opposite him, stretched out his back, and suddenly thought of space, he couldn't help but tremble.

"what happened?"

"Nothing, you choose."

Brother Zhou lowered his head, picked carefully, twisted the thin needle with one hand, and held his hand with the other hand, the needle tip had to be pulled apart to remove the broken thorn.

Seeing that the space didn't jump out suddenly, he felt a little more relaxed, and then he looked at Brother Zhou with confidence and boldness.

The boy's eyelashes fluttered, and the bridge of his nose was tall and smooth. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that Brother Zhou was a good-looking boy, and also a very gentle boy.

Sensing his gaze, Brother Zhou raised his head and looked at each other. Zhao Qian felt a little embarrassed when he was caught peeking at others, so he raised his eyebrows very guilty, showing a ferocious face.

"Why, what's the matter, does it hurt?"

"Well, a little bit." After saying that, Zhao Qian's eyebrows furrowed even deeper. What he was talking about, it hurt like a cat's claw.

Hearing what he said, Brother Zhou felt a little bit tied up, and when he finished picking the thorns slowly, it started to rain patter outside.

He went to wash his hands, and the wound on the back of his hand was not so obvious.

The pheasant had already arrived at the door of the house, and its head was wet. He grabbed it and said, "I'll kill the pheasant. Tonight we will eat stewed pheasant with chestnuts."

Brother Zhou nodded happily: "Then I'll boil the water."