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

When Zhou Jing and Chen Jianjun came back at noon, they were completely stunned when they saw the pickled fish in the kitchen.

“You guys caught this?”

Zhou Jing looked at Chen Feng.

Zhou Fubo and Chen Hao answered quickly.

"Yes, Dad."

"Where did you catch so many sea wolves? Did you encounter a school of sea wolves?"

"We fished in the deep ditch. We also let a lot of small waves go. My eldest cousin said we can't drain the pond to fish."

"The sea is so big, we can't catch all the fish. Bring back small fish next time."

"Sister, hurry up and cook. Xiaofeng and I are going fishing this afternoon."

Zhou Jing originally thought that the four little ones would at most catch a group of small fish, but he didn't expect the harvest to be so great, which was equivalent to his entire night of poaching.

"Dad, shall we make fish dumplings for lunch?"

Chen Hao looked at the cornmeal and bran he brought back with some disgust, until he saw the flour and rice flour, and immediately missed the steamed buns and wild vegetable dumplings made by Sha Zhu.

"Do it in the evening and just drink some porridge at noon." Chen Jianjun said thriftily.

"Why is it so confusing again!"

Chen Hao said dissatisfiedly: "I have caught so many fish, why should I eat porridge? I want to eat the fish I caught."

"Chen Hao, you haven't had a fight for three days and your skin is itching again, right?" Chen Jianjun scolded.

"You are so good, I admit defeat!"

Chen Hao said in a voice that only he could hear.

After drinking a bowl of porridge at noon, the family shared a sea wolf, and the two adults couldn't wait to take the four children to go fishing in the deep water ditch in the morning.

Chen Feng continued to secretly throw well water into the water.

The school of sea wolves from the morning had left, and this time a school of knife fish came.

Chen Feng dislikes knife fish, but Zhou Jing and the others don’t. They wish there were more knife fish.

A knife fish weighs about one pound. In less than half an hour, Zhou Jing, Chen Jianjun and Chen Feng each ran home carrying two buckets.

In order to avoid the villagers in the reef area, they deliberately took a detour and walked a long circle.

In one afternoon, they caught nearly 200 kilograms of Bohai knife fish.

If there weren't undercurrents in the deep ditch, it would be too dangerous for people to go into the water, and if the boat didn't belong to the commune, Zhou Jing would have wanted to catch it with a fishing net.

Because of the fishing season, there were a lot of knife fish, and they had a lot of bones, so they couldn't be sold at a good price at the purchasing station. So a few adults decided to keep them for themselves.

Another reason is the fear of getting into trouble.

With so many fish, even if you sell them to a purchasing station, people will ask about them.

If the commune knew about this, it might lead to an inquiry.

Just keep it at home and eat it slowly.

In order to make the taste better, Zhou Qing went to the rural supply and marketing cooperative of the commune a few miles away to buy a lot of condiments.

"Third uncle, are you home?"

Chen Jianjun brought Chen Feng and Chen Hao, carrying two buckets of the best catches, one bucket with two sea breams and the other with nine knife fish, to an elderly person's home in Zhoujiagou.

Chen Hao took the initiative to carry a small bag containing a pound of cornmeal.

Chen Feng looked at the martyr's plaque on the door and understood why his father was so generous.

It is very likely that he was his comrade-in-arms.

"Jianjun is here?"

The person who opened the door was an old lady. When she saw the fish bucket in their hands, she waved her hand quickly.

"Why are you bringing food again? We can't take it. Leave it for the children to eat, or sell it to exchange for food."

"Aunt Zhou, this is a little gift from me."

Regardless of the aunt's disagreement, Chen Jianjun forcibly took Chen Feng and Chen Hao with him and poured the fish in the fish bucket into a larger fish bucket in the kitchen.

There aren't many other things in the fishing village, just these wooden fish barrels.

From small fish buckets for raising small fish and shrimps to large fish basins that can raise one-meter-long fish, almost every household has one.

Making wooden barrels and repairing fishing nets are basically necessary skills.

"What do you want me to say?"

Aunt Zhou was a little embarrassed.

Chen Jianjun said seriously, "Third Aunt, Black Fish and I have a life-long friendship. If he hadn't carried me out of the pile of dead bodies and sent me to the military doctor, I would never have come back. His life-saving grace is greater than heaven, and this little fish is nothing."

Chen Feng listened to his father's words and quietly took the bag from the fool Chen Hao.

"Give me."

He placed the bag in the empty rice jar in the kitchen and quietly put thirty kilograms of rice into it.

To make it convenient for them, the rice and noodles were divided into two sides.

After leaving the things behind and talking a few more words, Chen Jianjun took his two sons back.

"I have something else to do, so I'll go back first."

"Please don't tell anyone else about this, Auntie."

"Don't worry, I know the severity."

After personally sending her son to the door, Aunt Zhou returned to the main hall and looked at the black and white photo of her son, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Son, someone still remembers you."

When it was dinner time, she went to the kitchen to cook for her daughter-in-law, only to find the rice in the flour bag and the thirty yuan on the flour.

"How can this be possible?"

Rice is not expensive, but it is difficult to buy even if you have money, let alone for fishermen who have no money and no tickets.

The monthly salary in the city can reach dozens of yuan, while the monthly work points in the countryside are only a few yuan at most.

In that hungry era when one could "buy" a wife for five or ten yuan, this amount of rice was enough to marry a beautiful wife.

Aunt Zhou picked up the money and the bag and wanted to send them back.

But when she went out, she noticed that all the fishermen had returned, and many of them were squatting at the door chatting, waiting for dinner. If she took the fish out, it would easily be seen by everyone, which would bring trouble to the Chen family.

As a last resort, I had to turn around and put the things in the rice jar.

"Grandma, I'm back."

A thin boy of fifteen years old was carrying a bucket of small fish he had caught.

I walked into the kitchen and saw my grandma staring at the rice in the rice jar. I was surprised and asked, "Grandma, where did the rice come from?"

"Your uncle Jianjun gave it to you. Remember, don't tell anyone. Don't say a word. Got it?"

Aunt Zhou said very seriously.

Don't suffer from lack and inequality, and don't suffer from poverty and anxiety.

She knew that if outsiders knew about this, they might go to Chen Jianjun to "borrow food", which would bring a lot of trouble to the Chen family, endless trouble.

The poor boy nodded seriously.

Because we are poor, we are more sensible.

He knew the amount of rice.

Thirty kilograms of rice were used to make rice porridge, two meals a day, which was enough for the four of them to eat for several months.

"Grandma, I know, I won't tell anyone. Shall we have porridge tonight?"

Aunt Zhou hesitated for a while, looked at her grandson's hopeful eyes, and finally softened her heart.

"Grandson, remember, our family owes your uncle Jianjun a lot over the years."

"When you grow up, you must remember to repay this favor."

"Grandma, don't worry, I will definitely repay you in the future." The young man said firmly.

Aunt Zhou touched the money in her pocket, thought about Chen Jianjun's character, and sighed.

I'm afraid this money can't be sent back.

It can only be left for my grandson to use when he gets married in the future.

But how can I repay this kindness?