Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

The bighead carp weighing five or six pounds directly bent the fishing rod. Fortunately, the bamboo cut by Lin Huyang was thick enough, otherwise Zeng Wangcai would not be able to withstand it in the first attempt.

"Wow, what a big fish!"

"Brother, you are amazing. I knew you could do it. This fish must be six or seven kilograms, right?"

"Awesome, there are fish to eat, hurry up and pull it, be careful..."

Old Liu was speechless as he watched the young men shouting and fumbling. He was stunned for a few seconds, then hurried over to give instructions: "Pull it up. You can't just pull the fishing rod straight up. You have to pull it up."

This advice was correct. The fish Zeng Wangcai took out was alive, just like a real fish.

It took some effort to drag the fish ashore. It was a beautiful bighead carp, full of energy.

"Brother Wangcai is really lucky, this one weighs at least 15 pounds." Old Man Liu sighed, "The last fish I caught in this river weighed 15 pounds and 15 ounces, a grass carp. Your catch is pretty good."

What this means is that there is a difference between six catties and eight catties and seven ounces.

Zeng Wangcai smiled and said, "Haha, thank you for your advice, uncle. We are very satisfied. Yangzi, kill the fish, remove the head and bones, and keep the fish meat for me."

"Eat now?"

"Come with me while it's fresh, uncle."

"No, no, you guys eat, I don't have any..."

Old man Liu felt embarrassed and went back to continue fishing. It was still early and he had finally come out for the trip. It would not be worth it to go back before dark.

Zeng Wangcai was not worried that eating would waste time. Everyone was hungry, so after breakfast they rode the tricycle all the way, which consumed a lot of energy.

Lin Huyang's family was a butcher, so Lin Huyang had good knife skills. In just a few strokes, he killed the bighead carp on a stone according to Zeng Wangcai's requirements. At this time, Zhang Xiuzhi had already lit the fire and cleaned the pot.

Zeng Wangcai took out some ginger and threw it to Lin Huyang, who laughed: "You're still blaming me, aren't you thinking about eating too, you even brought ginger with you."

Brothers, don't say anything to each other.

Heat some oil in a pan, sprinkle a little bit of fine salt in it, then put the cleaned fish head into the pan. With a sizzling sound, the aroma of the fried fish blows along the wind to Old Man Liu who is sitting downwind.

To cook fish soup, you must fry the fish so that the soup will be thick and white. Another trick is to add boiling water. Unfortunately, Zeng Wangcai and his team have limited conditions and cannot add boiling water, but even this is enough.

Fry all the fish heads and bones, add water, then cover the pot and simmer. At this time, Lin Huyang has sliced ​​the fish meat according to Zeng Wangcai's requirements and piled it in a large bowl.

Zeng Wangcai personally seasoned the bowl of fish fillets and added wild onions collected by Zhang Xiuzhi.

The thing that is most abundant in the wild is wild vegetables. While Zeng Wangcai was fishing, Zhang Xiuzhi picked a lot of wild vegetables and wild onions. The wild vegetables were added to the fish soup, which tasted amazing.

"Uncle, come and have some food. The fish soup is ready. Eat it and then go fishing. You can never catch all the fish." When the pot of fish was almost cooked, Zeng Wangcai went to Old Man Liu and took his fishing rod. "You are my master in fishing. Come and have a bite."

They pulled Old Man Liu over, while Lin Huyang and the others didn't move, waiting for everyone to gather.

When the lid of the pot was opened, a burst of hot steam mixed with the aroma of fish blew in. Zhang Xiuzhi sprinkled a handful of wild onions in the pot, and the white and green soup was unbearable just by looking at it.

First, to show respect to the elderly, Zhang Xiuzhi served a bowl of soup with several pieces of fish in it and handed it to Old Man Liu.

"Hey, I can't keep my secret fishing tips hidden anymore. I'll pass them on to you after we finish eating."

"Haha, I guess you were holding back just now."

"Of course. Haven't you heard that a master starved to death when his apprentice taught him a lesson?"

The atmosphere was lively as we ate and joked.

When the fish heads and bones in the pot are almost eaten, Zeng Wangcai puts the seasoned and marinated fish fillets into the pot and rolls them twice before they become delicious again.

"Your way of eating is quite unique. Where did you learn it from?" Old Man Liu asked curiously.

In addition to restaurants, now it should be state-owned restaurants, where everyone who eats fish shares it.

Zeng Wangcai pointed at Zhang Xiuzhi and said, "She's from Chengdu. People there like to eat hotpot like this."

“I’ve been to Chengdu. People there like spicy food. I used to like spicy food, but now I can’t stand it anymore.” Old man Liu seemed to have many stories, but he didn’t talk in detail.

After eating the fish fillets, add the wild vegetables, scoop up the wild vegetables and soup, eat and drink, and the meal is complete.

After eating and drinking, Old Man Liu kept his promise and began to seriously explain to Zeng Wangcai the tricks of fishing. He explained in great detail, including how to choose the fishing spot, the water depth that different fish are accustomed to and so on.

Zeng Wangcai listened very carefully.

It was almost noon when Old Man Liu gave Zeng Wangcai some practical instructions on how to cast the hook.

Ten minutes have passed...

"It's strange, there are no fish. You said no fish took the hook, and the earthworms were all eaten up. You said there were fish, but I pulled the rod up ten times and got nothing eleven times..." Old man Liu said depressedly.

In more than ten minutes, Zeng Wangcai changed the earthworms seven or eight times, but still didn't catch a single one.

Old man Liu felt embarrassed after eating someone else's fish soup, so he replaced Zeng Wangcai and did it himself.

However, Old Man Liu, who could clearly catch fish downstream, couldn't catch a single fish at this moment, not even a small crucian carp.

"You are in the wrong place. You are in the wrong place." Old man Liu put away his club and pulled Zeng Wangcai to say, "Come to my place. You are in the wrong place. Come on, come on, come on..."

Zeng Wangcai was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and rejected the old man's kindness.

Old man Liu walked away muttering to himself, looking back every few steps.

"call!"

Zeng Wangcai looked at the sky and saw that there was still an afternoon left, which was almost enough time. So he started his performance, using a yellow catfish to lead the way.

"I caught a fish, I caught a fish..." Seeing Zeng Wangcai catch a fish, Zhang Xiuzhi cheered happily.

Old man Liu, who had just returned a few minutes ago, stiffened his body. He looked at the fish caught by Zeng Wangcai and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was a yellow catfish.

Old Liu was unwilling to admit that he was poisonous, and then he started fishing, but he couldn't calm down at all, and he was always thinking about Zeng Wangcai.

A few minutes later, Zeng Wangcai caught another fish, and this time it was a big one. Judging from the degree of bending of the fishing rod, it was even bigger than the previous bighead carp.

"Slow down, slow down..." Old man Liu was excited and ran over to direct Zeng Wangcai to fish. "Net, do you have a net? It's a big grass carp, at least 25 pounds. My goodness, you don't have a net, what kind of fish are you catching..."

Old Liu was even more excited than himself. He ran back to get the net, waited nervously by the river, and helped the overjoyed Tiger and Leopard brothers catch the fish.

"Wangcai, your fishing skills are not very good, but your luck is good. This fish weighs eight kilograms, which is just a little bit short of my record." Old man Liu was still stubborn.

This is exactly the effect Zeng Wangcai wants. An expert can tell at a glance whether one can fish or not. If one can catch a big fish without knowing how to fish, the only explanation is luck.

A grass carp weighing eight kilograms is quite amazing.

Lin Huyang ran to the tricycle and picked up the sack, shouting as he ran: "Wangcai, your name is right, it's really prosperous, the sack is not leucorrhea."

When he saw the sack, Old Man Liu laughed out loud. In all his years of fishing, this was the first time he saw someone using a sack to carry fish.

Okay, let's see how long your luck can last.

Old man Liu turned around and went back. Halfway through, he heard another cheer from behind him: "Caught a fish, caught another one..."